The forest outside Berbeign was quiet, almost eerily so. Mila crouched in the clearing, her silver hair brushing against the grass, her blue eyes narrowed with concentration.
She clenched her fists, summoning the same energy that had manifested last night. A faint glow appeared in her palms, but the form wavered… and within six seconds, it collapsed into nothing more than swirling dust.
"No… not again," she muttered, frustration and fear tightening her chest. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling. She had tried the Flamedro Tonado, she had tried Blagos Endos… and now, something stronger stirred inside her, a new urge she couldn't resist.
A sudden compulsion clawed at her throat, urging her to speak a word she had never said before.
Arthianos…
The moment the syllable left her lips, the ground shook violently. Mila's eyes widened in horror. A massive dragon head ten times her size materialized before her. Its scales shimmered red and black, its glowing eyes fixed on the world with unrelenting intensity.
The forest trembled under its might. Trees snapped and exploded into flames, birds screamed in panic, and the very air seemed to warp around the colossal beast. Mila staggered backward, unable to comprehend the scale of what she had summoned.
"This… this isn't possible!" she whispered, shaking. Her hands glowed faintly, but she had no control. The dragon head roared, a deafening sound that echoed through the mountains, decimating everything in its path.
Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the overwhelming pressure of the magic hit her like a physical blow. Mila collapsed, darkness overtaking her senses, and she passed out where she fell.
The next morning, the academy was calm. Mila, her silver hair neat and her blue eyes clear, stood at the front of Class F, teaching her students as if nothing had happened the night before.
"Alright, everyone, today we're focusing on stamina drills," she said, her voice calm, controlled, and utterly normal.
The students blinked, noting how serene their teacher seemed, unaware of the chaos she had unleashed only hours ago.
Later, a soft knock echoed through the door.
"Miss Mila? The head mistress wishes to see you in her office," a timid voice called.
Mila blinked once, then gave a small nod. "Understood. I'll go immediately," she said, keeping her composure, though her mind still swirled with the memory of Arthianos and the uncontrollable power she had just unleashed.