A massive human skull—larger than a car—materialized before them, floating ominously as it opened its jaw wide.
In an instant, it unleashed a silent blast.
The three adventurers dodged the direct attack—but it was futile. Bones erupted from the ground where they landed, impaling them with brutal precision.
"Heal!" Mayola shouted, lifting her wand as golden light tried to mend their wounds. The healing was slow—too slow.
Amelia summoned more Skull Blasters. The three turned to flee, pain in every step as they ripped the embedded bones from their bodies. Mayola, trembling, stumbled and collapsed—she was only a support mage, unused to enduring this much agony.
She didn't even get a chance to scream.
The Skull Blaster struck her squarely—her body was obliterated, reduced to ash and blood like the rest of the guards.
"MAYOLA!" Malakas screamed.
A swift bone shot upward, skewering through his lower jaw and bursting out of his mouth. He dropped to his knees, eyes wide in pain and rage.
Frutas, barely holding herself together, reached for her bow—but her arm snapped backward. Then her legs cracked violently. Before she could react, she was lifted into the air by an unseen force.
Her body was flung left—slammed into the wall.
Then right—crashed again.
Then the ceiling—then the floor.
Again. And again. Over and over.
Malakas watched helplessly as Frutas was battered mercilessly. Bones speared up from the ground and finished the job—one through her skull, one through her heart.
She died in a twisted heap of blood and bones.
Amelia turned to Malakas, her smile untouched by the carnage.
"It hurts, doesn't it? Losing someone close?" she said softly.
"YOU BASTARD SON OF A BITCH!" Malakas roared. Flames erupted around him, his sword clutched tight.
He vanished with a sonic boom, charging straight at Amelia with blazing fury.
But she moved with ease—graceful, untouchable.
Malakas slammed into the far wall, then crashed through the floor and fell down the castle with a thunderous impact.
Amelia tilted her head, listening to the distant thud below.
"Meh. He should've expected that," she said with a shrug.
Suddenly, guards came rushing out from the second floor, climbing toward the third in panic.
Amelia turned toward them, her calm smile never leaving her face.
"Oh? And what do we have here?" she mused aloud.
The guards caught sight of her—but they were already heavily wounded. One of them collapsed, dead from massive blood loss.
They gasped for air—only to feel sharp, jagged bones pierce through their chests from the ground beneath them.
A shadow appeared behind Amelia. A figure cloaked in black, its face a mask of bone—death itself stood beside her, watching silently as the guards struggled.
"Uwaaa~ looks like you guys tried to abandon your allies out of fear because of Velmora downstairs, fufu~," Amelia teased.
"And these silent potions Velmora gave me? They're actually very useful, fufu~," she added, amused.
The guards struggled to breathe, but their lungs had already been punctured. They collapsed one by one, dying helplessly.
"Some of these knights have families waiting for them. They're all wonderful heroes," Amelia muttered under her breath. "I'm sorry your lives had to end like this."
Still smiling, she turned and made her way down the stairs toward the second floor.
Hikaru sprinted down the corridor, panic all over his face. Glenn suddenly appeared in front of him, teleporting to block his path.
Hikaru stopped, breathless, as the rest of Class Great arrived behind him.
"What seems to be the matter here?" Glenn asked.
"Yeah Hikaru, you look very pathetic right now," Xyrene added as Class Brilliant appeared behind her.
"T-They're dead… All of the guards below… we're no match for them. They're too strong," Hikaru stammered, barely coherent. "That platinum adventurer and his comrades… they were treated like toys. Everything happened so fast. And she… she was overflowing with power!"
Kobe pushed through the crowd, followed by his class. Raizen and his class arrived right after.
The students now formed a circle around Hikaru, who was unraveling under the pressure.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Raizen asked.
"Looks like the student council president is going through something," Kobe remarked.
"Hikaru! What are you talking about!? What the hell is going on down there?" Glenn demanded.
"Yeah, is everything alright?" Kobe added.
"You know everyone's worried—are we gonna be okay?" Xyrene asked.
Suddenly, the crowd quieted.
Guards came charging down from the fifth floor, passing the Holy Knights in a panic and heading down to the third.
Everyone watched as one of the guards was thrown backward—slamming back onto the fourth floor, dead, blood pooling beneath him.
All of them instinctively raised their guard, preparing magic.
Then they saw it.
A silhouette slowly rose from the stairs.
At the top stood a knight clad in black armor. He knelt by the dead guard, then looked up.
It was Xiandre.
His gaze locked onto the Holy Knights.
He stood and began walking directly toward the crowd of students.
Each of his footsteps echoed with weight and dread. His presence was overwhelming—his aura, a thick, dark mist spreading outward.
"It hasn't really been that long since I saw those faces," Xiandre said calmly.
Hikaru froze.
Glenn rushed out to confront him.
"K-Kian! Stay where you are!" he barked.
"Oh? Is my voice really that obvious? I shouldn't be surprised. You're the president of Class Great… and we were your only allies, weren't we?" Xiandre asked.
"That's right. But right now, we're clearly not allies anymore," Glenn replied.
"What can I say... I'm here for what I shouted to all of you the last time we met," Xiandre answered.
"I guess there's no turning back now, huh?" Glenn muttered. "We did this to ourselves. Now it's time we face it and fix it."
Xiandre sighed.
Kobe, Raizen, and Xyrene stepped forward, readying for battle.
"Seriously, stop acting like you're the good guys," Xiandre said flatly.
"Well, you sure don't look like the good guy either!" Glenn shot back.
Xiandre chuckled under his breath.
"Don't underestimate us!" Kobe yelled, pride burning in his eyes.
Glenn didn't wait. He summoned a sword of made out of light and charged at Xiandre.
Xiandre dodged with ease.
Glenn's class joined in, striking from all angles—but Xiandre barely moved, avoiding each attack like a shadow.
Kobe followed, summoning a massive axe made of dark energy and swinging it with force.
Xiandre grinned, meeting the blow with his own sword, blocking it with ease.
He danced around them, not a scratch on him.
Glenn's class was so fast that the other students couldn't even join in.
Then Xiandre stopped moving.
One student landed a blow to his chest. Another struck his head. Then a flurry of strikes followed—over and over again.
But Xiandre didn't fall.
He stood his ground.
And then… he moved.
One swing.
Five students from Glenn's class were cut clean in half.
The others backed off in horror. Glenn stared, gritting his teeth.
"It's a shame you have to die like this," Xiandre muttered. "But it's an even greater shame to have sent us into a life of suffering."
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Kobe. He grabbed Kobe's face with one hand—and slammed him into the ground.
A loud crack echoed as Kobe's skull fractured.
Xiandre turned and kicked Xyrene aside as she stood near Kobe.
She crashed through the ceiling, vanishing into the upper floor.
Kobe lay unconscious.
Raizen raised his hand—water burst forth in a wave.
Others joined him, readying their attacks.
Glenn teleported behind Xiandre.
He pressed his palm against Xiandre's armor.
"SINGULAR TARGET: ELECTRICITY!" he shouted.
Lightning surged into Xiandre's body.
The others followed suit, hitting Xiandre with wave after wave of electric attacks.
Then Class Brilliant stepped in.
"ACCOMMODATE: FUSED WIND IMPACT!" they yelled.
A massive burst of wind struck Xiandre, launching him through the castle wall.
Blood dripped from his mouth midair, but he chuckled.
Then he raised his hand.
"Self-Gravitational Control!" he chanted.
He flipped himself midair and rocketed back toward the castle.
Crashing back inside, he slowly stood.
Everyone stood frozen.
Kobe's body twitched as he stood up again—barely conscious.
"The hell…?" someone whispered.
"Turn on your friend," Xiandre said calmly.
Kobe's body moved on its own.
He bit into his ally's neck and tore a chunk out, swallowing it.
His teammate screamed—Glenn reacted immediately, kicking Kobe in the face and sending him tumbling.
"What did you do to him!?" Glenn shouted in horror.
"As long as I have his blood, he's mine," Xiandre replied. "It's an ability of mine—controller element. I thought you'd know that."
Glenn's face darkened.
"His control ability… it's far beyond any other controller-element user we've seen. This means we're dealing with someone we cannot defeat… without proper teamwork" he thought grimly.
The ground began to tremble—slowly, ominously—as Xiandre snapped his fingers.
Without a single chant, a massive System Window materialized before him, casting a harsh, eerie light across the corridor.
Everyone's eyes widened.
It wasn't just the size of the window—it was glitched, corrupted, far beyond anything they had ever seen.
[Broken-Error System...]
Lev3l: -3246
Us3r: Xiandre Valkyrie
El3mEP0w3r: Controller
T1er L3vel: 1
Stats: #####
Strength: ????
Speed: ????
Defense: ????
The crowd stared in stunned silence, the impossibility of it sinking in.
Xiandre's smile remained faint under his helmet, unreadable.
And then—he moved.
A black blur surged forward.
Before Glenn could even react, he felt a strange coldness run through his body.
He looked down—
His arms were gone.
Blood sprayed from his shoulders like fountains.
He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out—only horror.
Xiandre didn't stop.
With surgical brutality, he slashed through the heads of the surrounding students. Their bodies fell like dolls, lifeless, silent.
Raizen's eyes widened as he raised his hand to cast a spell—but too late.
Xiandre's blade pierced both his eyes.
Raizen screamed—then Xiandre grabbed him by the jaw and slit his throat with casual ease.
One by one, they dropped. Screams filled the corridor—then went silent.
Some students had no time to feel the pain.
Others weren't so lucky.
Blood soaked the floor. The scent of iron and death filled the air.
Those still breathing couldn't understand what was happening.
Xiandre's speed… was simply inhuman.
Too fast. Too ruthless. Too efficient.
It wasn't a fight.
It was a massacre.