CHAPTER - 150

  Narrator: The sky was covered in dark clouds, and a light wind blew, lifting grains of dust from the main arena of the Academy.

  It was late afternoon, but the dim sunlight barely filtered through, allowing the arena to be wrapped in a gloomy, unsettling shadow.

  Dav stood still, watching Selene.

  His eyes rested on her as she caressed the sword with the same delicacy one might use to cradle a newborn.

  Or perhaps not.

  To Selene, that was no ordinary sword. It was her daughter.

  Myrrhya.

  Her gaze was serious, focused.

  "I didn’t expect her to actually answer... when I asked if her sword could materialize into a human being.

  I asked it for fun, out of curiosity, after reading too many manhwas and watching movies...

  and yet..."

  The aura surrounding Myrrhya was so intense it became visible even to a civilian with no mana.

  A living, pulsing presence, like a heartbeat beating to the rhythm of the battlefield.

  Dav, for his part, was concerned. But only for an instant.

  He immediately shrugged and muttered with indifference:

  “Meh.”

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  He gave a crooked smile, grabbing his Dark Death Scythe.

  The black metal absorbed the surrounding light like a hole in the air.

  He pointed it at Selene and Myrrhya with a neutral expression that quickly turned into something much colder.

  His face became the very definition of fear.

  Selene’s aura and the sword’s were slowly being sucked in by the scythe.

  The training field darkened.

  Myrrhya: (shouting) That monster again! Why is Dad wielding that thing?!

  Selene: (in position, tense as a drawn string) Surely not to greet us, my little Myry...

  (She looks at her with determination) Are you ready, Myry!?

  Myrrhya: (with a cocky smile) Let’s tear him apart, Mom!

  Dav: (thinking, barely lifting his upper lip) Interesting...

  Narrator: Selene moved.

  Her dimensional steps, now fueled by the synergy with Myrrhya, brought her in the blink of an eye before Dav.

  She found herself with the tip of the blade just a few millimeters from his left eye.

  But he didn’t flinch.

  With unsettling calm, he parried the attack.

  His eyes stayed locked on hers, capturing that ice-blue grit.

  Selene roared, unleashing her full aura.

  Red and black fused around her, dancing in a violent spiral.

  It was the manifestation of a power few dared to dream of.

  Dav responded with the same fervor: parrying, counterattacking, observing.

  Each strike produced a shockwave, a boom that made the walls tremble.

  The vibrations shook the ground beneath their feet.

  Some books fell from shelves in nearby classrooms. Those studying, cooking, or drinking tea stopped.

  Doors opened.

  Professors, staff: all emerged from their rooms, drawn by the sound of the trembling earth.

  Professor: Director, did you hear that? The earthquake...

  it's coming from the arena!

  Narrator: Director Vittorio De Santis, elegant in his long dark coat, turned slightly and smiled.

  Vittorio: Don’t worry.

  They’re just training...

  Or rather, he’s training a new monster for humanity.

  Narrator: In the arena, Professors Valeria, Evelyn, Lucrezia, and even Rafael had entered.

  They watched with wide eyes, trying to follow the movements of the blades that left luminous trails in the air like comets.

  Selene unleashed her full aura.

  A power of S+ rank, perhaps even beyond, erupted like a crimson hurricane.

  The shockwave bounced off the magical barriers, making them vibrate and crackle.

  Myrrhya: (shouting from the stands) Mom, go get him!

  Narrator: Selene’s eyes shone with a wild flame, overcome by the euphoria of battle.

  She wouldn’t pull away from Dav, not even to breathe.

  The blades clashed again.

  The sky above the arena echoed with the strikes, and silence fell.

  No one dared speak.

  Everyone waited. Anxious. Spellbound.

  END OF CHAPTER - 150