- Hahahahahaha! You think you've won, don't you, bitch? But you're wrong! This isn't over, not when—
BLOKKKKK!
- If you're not going to say anything useful, then die in silence, insect.
Freya crushed his skull instantly. The barrier had been shattered by her previous attack and hadn't yet recovered—giving her a small window to use her spatial magic.
She turned her gaze upward.
Their eyes met—cold against cold.
- At least you might have some useful information, she said with a wicked, teasing smile.
The figure above remained calm. He didn't move, just stared down at the three below, utterly composed.
Freya narrowed her eyes. Something about his calmness was… wrong.
- Why are you so calm? she asked. I could kill you just as easily as your partner.
He was silent for several seconds.
Freya waited.
Then, finally, he spoke.
- I'll ask you the same thing that idiot asked before… Do you really think this is over?
- "Oh?" she smirked. Then enlighten me. I'm curious to know where all that confidence comes from.
But the answer came before he could explain—
and the three of them cursed their own carelessness.
Screams—piercing, agonized screams—erupted from the far end of the ballroom, near the exit.
They turned instantly.
Their faces went pale.
Before their eyes unfolded a massacre.
Hooded figures had slipped in among the students—
and were slaughtering everyone.
Heads rolled across the floor.
Bodies burned alive under fire spells.
Spikes of earth impaled victims where they stood.
Clubs and axes crushed skulls until nothing remained but blood and pulp.
No one was spared.
The instructors reacted immediately.
Elizabeth stepped forward with Cainy at her side.
The elf wielded a wand that looked like a living branch, summoning spiritual flames and ghostly roots that bound her enemies' legs before devouring them in green fire.
The dwarf swung a massive axe chained to his arm, spinning it in wild arcs that sliced through heads and torsos alike.
Evo felt his stomach twist at the carnage.
He could barely breathe.
- T-the infiltrators…" he stammered, horrified. How could he not have realized that the enemy agents among the students would strike too?
His own oversight was killing them.
From above, the man's voice echoed—mocking, cold.
- You forgot the people we placed inside, didn't you? You focused so much on us that you ignored those already within. That was your mistake.
Freya roared, furious.
- "You bastards! HOW DARE YOU!"
She teleported upward in an instant, hurling spatial and venomous magic at him.
Evo, below, turned to Ravina.
- Ravina! Go help Freya! That man's strong—something feels really wrong!
- And you, Eylam? What are you going to do?!
- I'll help the professors deal with the infiltrators! I've already signaled the Order through the ring—they're on their way!
He pulled his sword from the spatial ring and sprinted toward the blood-soaked exit.
The air was filled with screams, the wet sound of flesh being cut, and the stench of iron.
Guilt tore through his chest.
- Damn it! You monsters… you're all DEAD! he roared, diving into the chaos.
One of the invaders leapt toward Elizabeth as she fought off two others—
but before he could reach her—
- Don't even think about it! Evo appeared beside him in midair, driving his sword through the man's ribs.
The body crashed to the ground with a choking cry.
Elizabeth turned to him, breathless.
- Thank you, student Eylam!
- It's fine—focus on taking down these bastards before they kill more students!
He parried a sword strike, countered with a kick to the stomach, and cleaved the attacker's head clean off.
- I'll give you both a little help, he muttered, exhaling deeply. "I hope this works..."
It was the first time he'd ever tried it.
Raising his sword, he aligned the blade beside his face, covering one of his eyes.
"Activate Authority of the Execution Blade: Partial Judgment!"
The blade glowed with a deep golden light, and a wave of divine power surged outward, striking every target he'd marked.
Cainy and Elizabeth felt it instantly and backed away, shivering.
The pressure in the air was overwhelming.
Even the man fighting Freya and Ravina froze mid-battle.
The women stopped too—recognizing the energy.
- "Evo…" they whispered in unison.
The man, intrigued, asked,
- You two know where that power comes from?
- We do,- Freya replied with a grin.
-But we're not telling you,- Ravina added playfully.
- Then I'll rip it out of you! - he growled—
and their clash resumed, explosions and flashes tearing the night sky apart.
Back in the ballroom, the marked enemies began to glow.
Golden symbols appeared above their heads—the Scales of Judgment.
The scales trembled, weighing their souls.
Then one side dropped violently, and a black orb rose above it.
Verdict: Guilty.
It was instant.
The enemies screamed in agony.
Some fell to their knees; others clutched their heads or hearts as if their very essence were being torn from them.
Their powers collapsed—ripped away by the divine force.
Elizabeth and Cainy stared, stunned.
The dwarf, with his smith's instinct, understood at once—and his jaw fell open.
- S-student Eylam!" he shouted. "That sword—by the gods—is it an artifact?!
Evo turned halfway, still glowing with golden light.
- Yeah. It was forged by Ravisto. Why?
Cainy barked a laugh, disbelief and admiration mixing in his voice.
- That grumpy old bastard actually made something this absurd? Hah! Then tell me—what kind of power does it have?
Evo hesitated, masking the truth behind a crooked smile.
- "It's... uh, a debuff type."
- Hmm. Good ability,- Cainy nodded approvingly.
But the truth was far beyond that.
It wasn't a skill.
It was an Authority—a power that bent the very laws of the universe.
Something a weapon should never be able to contain.
Yet Evo was... different.
Even the universe itself seemed to favor him—granting his blade a divine spark during its creation.
(...But that tale will be for another time.)
New shadows emerged through the broken doors—
but these wore silver insignias.
The Six of the Order had arrived.
Evo turned sharply and shouted,
- "Hey, you six! Kill every one of those in dark robes!"
They froze, startled by the tone—and by the voice.
Only Silentia knew who he truly was.
- What are you waiting for?!-Evo barked.-Follow your leader's command! Move before they recover!
The six exchanged glances.
Then, almost in unison, they whispered the same words:
- "The Supreme Judge… Veyrath."
Silentia chuckled quietly.
But the laughter died the moment they took in the scene.
Corpses. Blood. Shattered walls.
And at the center—him.
Fury burned in their eyes.
- Veyrath! We're joining in!- Kaelith shouted.
Evo didn't answer.
His silence was heavier than a scream.
And then the seven of them moved.
The massacre began anew.
They fought like gods of death—each movement deliberate, efficient, merciless.
Luneth's silver rapier pierced through everything it touched.
Kaelith's colossal axe crushed bones and steel alike.
Sevran's katana cut through flesh in perfect, lethal arcs.
Silentia danced through the shadows, her twin daggers flashing with every step.
Umbra struck unseen, his twin swords leaving only whispers behind.
Velra's greatsword moved with discipline and grace, every strike a masterpiece of precision.
And at the center of it all—
the cruelest, calmest, most radiant of them all.
The golden-eyed man whose blade gleamed like divine retribution.
The one who passed judgment upon all who defied him.
Evo Eylam. Codename: Veyrath.
Leader of the Order of the Three Decrees.
The Supreme Judge.
Elizabeth and Cainy could only stare, trembling.
- W-who are these people…? Elizabeth whispered.
-So powerful... and so merciless…- murmured the dwarf.