Chapter 79
Nille finally stood only a few feet away from the Ironfang King.
At that distance, the sheer scale of King Lykos Kael felt overwhelming.
The King's spiritual pressure no longer resembled an aura, it felt physical, like standing before a living fortress wrapped in centuries of battle instinct and predatory authority. Every breath from the massive ruler carried heat and weight strong enough to disturb the dust-covered ground beneath them.
Yet Nille remained still.
And beside his awareness, Nyx finally spoke.
"I'm within range."
Immediately, her perception expanded.
The world around Nille seemed to dull slightly as Nyx focused entirely on scanning the King's spiritual structure. Streams of information flowed rapidly through her analysis, tracing the movement of Lykos's energy channels, instinctive responses, and neural spiritual pathways.
Then... Nyx detected it.
Hidden deep within the King's upper consciousness.
A parasite.
Tiny.
Thin.
Almost invisible beneath the overwhelming force of the King's natural spiritual energy.
But it was there.
Its body resembled a translucent centipede-like organism formed from condensed curse energy and spiritual venom. Thin tendrils extended from it directly into portions of the King's emotional centers, feeding irritation, aggression, and territorial hostility deeper into the ruler's instincts.
Nyx's tone sharpened immediately.
"There."
Nille's eyes narrowed subtly.
The parasite was not fully controlling King Lykos.
That was the dangerous part.
Instead, it amplified existing emotions while slowly influencing decision-making over time. A manipulation subtle enough that even intelligent beings might mistake the changes for their own thoughts.
Nyx continued quickly.
"The King's willpower is resisting most of it naturally."
That explained why King Lykos still retained clarity and independent reasoning despite the manipulation.
But prolonged exposure would eventually worsen the corruption.
Then movement interrupted the moment.
The King slowly extended one massive armored arm outward.
Immediately, four armored Lycans approached while carrying a massive object wrapped carefully in dark red cloth. They moved with ceremonial discipline before kneeling beside the King's open hand.
The battlefield atmosphere shifted instantly.
Even the surrounding Lycans lowered their gazes.
Because everyone understood what was being presented.
The King's weapon, the cloth loosened slowly as he lifted it.
A gigantic war axe emerged beneath the crimson fabric.
The weapon looked ancient.
Its black metallic surface carried deep claw-like carvings across the blade while faded runic markings pulsed faintly near the handle. The edge itself radiated heavy spiritual density strong enough to distort the surrounding air slightly.
Even without swinging it, the axe felt dangerous.
Nille exhaled slowly.
Then quietly asked within his mind:
"Can it be removed without fighting him directly?"
Nyx answered immediately.
"Yes."
A brief pause followed.
"But only if your control is precise."
Information rapidly formed inside Nille's thoughts as Nyx explained the structure of the parasite.
"It's spiritually attached, not physically rooted."
"That means conventional attacks won't work safely."
The parasite was woven partially into Lykos's mental spiritual layer. Destroying it recklessly could damage the King's consciousness itself.
Then Nyx proposed a solution.
"Use Focus Disintegration."
Nille understood immediately.
Not a wide destructive cast, but a compressed spiritual precision technique.
Nyx continued carefully.
"Target only the foreign enchantment."
"Do not attack the surrounding mental pathways."
The difficulty of such a task was absurdly high.
One mistake could injure the King's mind directly.
And attempting the spell this close to a Level 450 ruler while standing within striking distance of a war axe capable of splitting him apart made the situation even worse.
Still, it was possible.
Nyx's voice became quieter afterward.
"You only need one opening."
Before Nille could respond further, Lykos slowly raised the massive axe onto one shoulder.
The ground cracked beneath the weight alone.
Then the King looked directly at him.
"Prepare yourself, Dragon-Blooded Warrior."
The battlefield held its breath once again.
Lykos Kael did not even remove the red cloth wrapped around his weapon.
Yet despite that, the pressure radiating from it alone was immense.
The moment the King lifted the massive war axe fully onto his shoulder, the surrounding battlefield seemed to grow heavier. Spiritual energy rolled outward in violent waves, pressing against the ground hard enough to crack stone and flatten blood-soaked grass beneath nearby warriors.
Even veteran Lycans instinctively stepped backward.
The royal guards lowered their stances.
Farther away, several wounded students visibly paled under the pressure alone.
Because this was not merely strength.
It was authority sharpened into physical force.
A King's killing intent.
Nille felt it too.
His body immediately reacted on instinct. Muscles tightened. Breathing slowed. Every survival instinct within him warned of overwhelming danger standing directly ahead.
But unlike before, he controlled it.
Fear was still present.
Yet it no longer ruled his actions.
Inside his mind, Nyx's voice remained calm despite the immense tension.
"I've located the corruption point."
Streams of information rapidly flowed through Nille's awareness as Nyx continued scanning the parasite embedded within Draegor's mind.
The curse creature had anchored itself near the King's frontal lobe—specifically within portions of the cerebral cortex responsible for impulse regulation, aggression control, and emotional prioritization.
It was subtle.
Terrifyingly subtle.
Rather than controlling Draegor directly, the parasite merely amplified violent instinct while weakening restraint over time.
Nyx spoke again quickly.
"Focus Disintegration can remove it…"
A pause followed.
"…but only through direct contact."
Nille's eyes narrowed slightly.
That confirmed the worst possibility.
At range, the spell would disperse too widely and risk damaging the King's actual consciousness. Precision at this level required physical touch directly against the target area.
And that meant only one thing.
He needed to reach Draegor's head.
While the King was attacking.
Nyx immediately began calculating trajectories, movement speed, swing radius, and spiritual discharge output from the weapon itself. Countless possibilities flowed rapidly through her processing ability.
Then she projected the outcome.
"The axe swing is intentionally wide."
Nille noticed it too.
Draegor's stance resembled a warrior preparing to carve apart a massive boulder rather than strike a single human-sized opponent. The range of the attack would create an enormous opening beneath the weapon's arc, if timed perfectly.
But failure meant instant death.
The King slowly shifted his footing.
The earth beneath him shattered softly from sheer weight.
Then King Lykos spoke one final time.
"Stand proudly, challenger."
The next second, the King moved.
The massive war axe descended like a collapsing fortress.
Even wrapped in cloth, the sheer force behind the swing distorted the air violently. The blade's trajectory carved across the battlefield in a gigantic horizontal arc capable of splitting stone walls apart effortlessly.
The swing range was monstrous.
Far too large for ordinary evasion.
The earth exploded behind the weapon's path before it had even fully connected.
Yet at the exact moment the strike began, Nyx spoke sharply inside Nille's mind.
"Now."
Nille moved instantly.
Not backward.
Forward.
Directly into the attack range.
King Lykos did not expect the young man to move forward.
The moment the massive war axe descended, every instinct on the battlefield predicted the same outcome, retreat.
Even the Lycans watching believed the human would attempt to evade the strike or brace against the shockwave.
But Nille did neither.
The instant the colossal swing carved through the battlefield, he accelerated directly toward the King instead.
The ground behind him shattered from the pressure of his movement as he lowered his body and entered beneath the enormous arc of the weapon at the narrowest possible angle. The wrapped axe passed over him with enough force to tear apart the earth several meters away, missing him by mere inches.
Gasps erupted across the battlefield.
But Nille was already moving again.
He reached the King's armored leg and immediately used the layered plating as footholds, climbing upward at terrifying speed. His hands gripped chains, leather straps, and protruding armor segments while his body moved with fluid precision sharpened by countless survival battles.
To the surrounding students, it looked unreal.
Not reckless.
Calculated.
Like a hunter scaling a moving beast.
King Lykos' eyes widened slightly.
The human was not trying to survive the strike.
He was trying to reach him.
Immediately, the King shifted his stance and violently redirected the axe upward. The massive weapon roared through the air as Lykos attempted to intercept Nille above his own body before the young warrior could reach his head.
But Nille reacted instantly.
Using one of the armor plates near the King's waist, he propelled himself upward with explosive force.
For a brief moment, his body completely left the King's frame.
Then he twisted in midair.
Smooth.
Sharp.
Almost feline.
His entire body rotated sideways as the redirected axe passed beneath him by a dangerously close margin. The pressure from the weapon alone violently disturbed his clothing while the shockwave spun fragments of dirt and blood through the air below.
Yet Nille maintained control.
Like a cat adjusting itself during a fall, he reoriented his body midair with frightening precision.
The battlefield stared in disbelief.
Even several senior students stopped breathing for a moment.
Because what they were witnessing no longer resembled ordinary combat movement.
It resembled instinct refined into technique.
King Lykos attempted to track him again, but Nille was already above him.
His hand extended outward.
Spiritual energy gathered instantly around his fingertips.
Nyx's voice echoed sharply within his mind.
"Target acquired."
Nille reached the King's forehead.
And touched it directly.
The moment Nille's palm touched King Lykos' forehead—
the battlefield froze.
Not physically.
But instinctively.
Because no one present could understand what the young human was attempting.
Even the Lycans themselves stared upward in disbelief as the Level 20 challenger balanced momentarily against the towering King's armored frame while spiritual energy condensed around his outstretched hand.
Inside Nille's mind, Nyx's calculations accelerated rapidly.
Distance to frontal bone.
Spiritual density.
Neural positioning.
Curse attachment depth.
Every variable aligned simultaneously.
Then Nyx spoke one final command.
"Now."
Nille cast the spell.
"Focus Disintegration."
Unlike ordinary offensive techniques, the spell produced no violent explosion.
No massive light.
No destructive shockwave.
Instead, a razor-thin pulse of compressed spiritual energy entered directly through the point of contact on Lykos' forehead.
Precise.
Controlled.
Surgical.
The energy penetrated through skin, through bone, and carefully into the King's cerebral structure without damaging the surrounding pathways. Nille controlled the flow with terrifying focus while Nyx continuously adjusted the penetration depth down to microscopic precision.
The slightest mistake could destroy portions of the King's mind.
But Nille never hesitated.
The spell reached the cerebral cortex.
Then found the parasite.
For the briefest instant, the tiny curse creature reacted violently.
Its translucent body twisted in panic as it sensed foreign energy invading the King's consciousness directly. Thin tendrils attempted to spread deeper into the surrounding neural structure in self-defense, but it was too late.
The Focus Disintegration spell locked onto the parasite alone.
And dissolved it completely.
Silently.
Cleanly.
The curse shattered into microscopic fragments of spiritual ash before disappearing entirely.
Then, everything changed.
King Lykos' body suddenly froze.
The enormous war axe stopped mid-motion above the battlefield.
His spiritual pressure destabilized violently for a brief second before stabilizing again under his own natural control.
And for the first time since the battle began, clarity returned fully to the Ironfang King's mind.
Images rushed through him instantly.
The unnatural irritation.
The growing impulses toward war.
The obsessive fixation on territorial conflict.
The pressure pushing him toward immediate mobilization against enemies that had not even entered their lands.
All of it suddenly felt wrong.
Not fabricated, his hatred toward the Vampire race was real.
Ancient.
Personal.
Centuries of bloodshed between their races could never simply disappear.
But this…
This campaign.
This sudden urgency to unite every pack under one war banner and march beyond their territory—
made no sense.
The realization struck Lykos immediately.
Traveling outside their designated realm was nearly impossible for creatures like them.
The long corridor connecting realms was layered with ancient defensive enchantments specifically designed to suppress, weaken, and exterminate large-scale Malignant invasions.
If the Lycans and Kobolds attempted full migration through those passages, they would be slaughtered long before reaching another territory.
The war itself had never truly been viable.
Someone had manipulated the situation deliberately.
And the moment Lykos realized that, rage exploded from him.
Not toward Nille.
Toward the unseen hands behind the manipulation.
The King's eyes widened fully as the final remnants of the parasite vanished from his mind.
Then his spiritual pressure erupted outward across the battlefield like a storm breaking apart mountains.
Every Lycan present immediately felt it.
The difference.
The corruption was gone.
The pressure now carried terrifying clarity instead of unstable aggression.
Nille pushed himself backward from the King's body and landed heavily across the blood-covered ground below, breathing hard from the strain of the spell.
Around them, absolute silence consumed the battlefield.
Then King Lykos slowly lowered his massive weapon.
His glowing eyes stared down at Nille with visible disbelief.
Not because the young warrior survived.
But because he understood what had just happened.
The human had not climbed onto him to attack.
He had saved him.
Nille immediately jumped backward the moment the spell completed.
His body twisted midair before landing across the ruined battlefield where King Lykos' earlier strike had shattered the earth apart. Cracked stone, torn soil, and deep trenches surrounded him while dust slowly drifted through the tense silence now consuming the plains.
The instant his feet stabilized—
Nille lowered himself into a defensive stance again.
Calm.
Ready.
Because despite the successful removal of the parasite, neither he nor Nyx could fully predict how the King would react next.
Inside his mind, Nyx continued analyzing rapidly.
"Analysis complicates," she warned.
Nille's eyes remained fixed on the towering ruler before him.
"The curse parasite has been fully removed from the Lycan King's cerebral structure," Nyx continued carefully. "His cognitive functions are stabilizing normally."
A brief pause followed.
"He remembers everything."
That included their entire conversation.
The challenge.
The duel.
The manipulation.
And the fact that a human had touched his mind directly.
Far ahead, King Lykos slowly tightened both hands around the massive handle of his war axe.
Then, the King raised it higher.
Immediately, the battlefield atmosphere shifted again.
The remaining Lycans tensed instinctively.
Royal guards stepped forward uncertainly.
Several students near the defensive perimeter visibly panicked as the enormous weapon rose above the battlefield once more.
Because even without killing intent, the sheer force behind the weapon remained catastrophic.
Nyx spoke again.
"His aggression levels have normalized."
Nille narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then Nyx delivered the most important conclusion.
"He no longer desires war."
The manipulation amplifying Lykos' territorial hostility had vanished completely. His hatred toward the Vampire race still existed, that much remained genuine and deeply rooted within centuries of conflict, but the irrational urge to launch a suicidal invasion into Sector 8 had disappeared.
The King understood clearly now how absurd the plan truly was.
The long corridor enchantments between sectors would massacre any large-scale Lycan advance before they even reached vampire territory.
Someone had manipulated his instincts deliberately.
And now, his mind was finally clear enough to see it.
Still, the axe remained raised overhead.
The battlefield held its breath.
Then King Lykos spoke.
His voice no longer carried unstable rage.
Only heavy realization.
"…So this is what clarity feels like."
The King's glowing eyes lowered toward the weapon in his own hands.
"For moons…"
"…my thoughts grew sharper toward blood."
His grip tightened slightly.
"I believed it was instinct."
A pause followed.
"But it was poison."
Nille remained silent while listening carefully.
Then Lykos looked directly at him again.
"You challenge me, a king…"
The giant ruler's eyes narrowed.
"…not to strike me down."
The next words came slower.
"But to free me."
For several seconds, the battlefield remained completely still.
Then suddenly, King Lykos swung the axe downward.
Gasps erupted across the plains.
The colossal weapon descended with terrifying force directly toward Nille's position. The sheer pressure split the air violently while students and Lycans alike instinctively recoiled from the incoming strike.
Yet Nille did not move.
Because at the final moment, the King changed the trajectory.
The axe shifted slightly sideways.
The killing intent vanished completely.
And instead of cleaving through Nille, the enormous weapon simply crashed harmlessly into the ruined ground beside him.
BOOOOM.
The impact shook the battlefield like an earthquake.
Stone exploded outward.
Dust clouds surged violently across the plains.
But Nille remained untouched within the center of it all.
The axe had missed intentionally.
King Lykos slowly released one hand from the weapon afterward.
Then exhaled deeply.
The sound alone resembled distant thunder.
"The duel is concluded…"
King Lykos' massive voice echoed across the battlefield while dust and broken stone continued falling around them.
"…and it is a draw."
Silence followed.
Not disagreement.
Shock.
Because no one present had expected the outcome to end this way.
A Level 20 human had stood before the King of the Ironfang Lycans, survived his strike, and somehow altered the course of an entire war campaign without either side claiming victory or death.
Even the Lycans themselves appeared uncertain how to react.
Then suddenly—
Nyx's voice cut sharply through Nille's thoughts.
"We have an unwanted visitor."
Nille's eyes narrowed instantly.
The atmosphere changed.
A strange spiritual distortion spread overhead like ripples disturbing still water.
King Lykos sensed it immediately too.
The King's expression darkened.
Above the battlefield, space twisted unnaturally.
Then a figure appeared hovering several meters in the air.
Imto Dimas.
The moment she manifested, the surrounding Lycans reacted with visible hostility. Several snarled openly while others lowered their stances defensively.
Because unlike before, King Lykos could now clearly sense the lingering traces of manipulation surrounding her presence.
Imto herself looked irritated.
Not calm.
Not elegant.
Irritated.
Her tall distorted body hovered unnaturally above the battlefield while portions of her skin shifted inconsistently between smooth flesh, bark-like textures, and reflective surfaces resembling dark water. Her movements lacked natural rhythm entirely, making her resemble a puppet imitating human motion imperfectly.
Then her eyes locked directly onto Nille.
And immediately, he pointed at him angrily.
"You!"
Her voice echoed sharply across the plains.
"You ruined everything!"
The tone itself sounded almost childish compared to the tension surrounding the battlefield.
Like someone throwing a tantrum after losing control of a game.
Nille frowned slightly.
Imto floated lower while glaring at him with visible frustration.
"If you didn't have Kaunake's scarf"
She stopped herself abruptly.
But the words had already been spoken.
Nille's expression sharpened instantly.
Kaunake's scarf.
His hand instinctively touched the partially integrated Celestial Cloth hidden beneath his outer clothing.
He had never directly revealed its true nature to anyone present.
Yet Imto recognized it immediately.
Nyx reacted at once.
"She identified the artifact too quickly."
That meant one thing.
Imto either possessed knowledge regarding celestial relics, or personally knew the being connected to the scarf itself.
Meanwhile, Imto continued ranting openly above the battlefield.
"That stupid scarf keeps disrupting , my masters great plan
"You're supposed to be weak!"
The statement caused visible confusion among several students and Lycans alike.
But Imto seemed too annoyed to care anymore.
"You weren't even supposed to survive the Drake incident!"
The moment those words escaped her mouth, the battlefield atmosphere shifted instantly.
Nille's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Even King Lykos slowly turned his gaze toward her now.
Because the implication behind those words was obvious.
She knew about the Drake.
And perhaps far more than she should.
Imto finally seemed to realize she had spoken too much.
Her expression twisted irritably.
Then, rather than recovering gracefully, she stomped midair like an angry child.
"This is unfair!"
Imto Dimas' distorted voice still echoed faintly within Nille's memory.
Even after the temporal regression.
Even after reality itself had been forcefully reset by the deans.
Fragments of that encounter remained unnaturally vivid inside his mind.
Then came the words that truly unsettled him.
"Buwiset ka!, Curse you, Amparo… and your bloodline!"
"Di ko akalain yung ninakaw ko magagamit ng Apo mo!"
"I didn't think what I stole could be used by your grandson!"
"I thought you were my friend…"
Her voice cracked unevenly before suddenly rising into furious screaming.
"AMPARO!"
The surrounding space distorted violently in response to her emotions. Fragments of spiritual matter shattered around her as her control over herself visibly weakened.
"I loved you like a sister…"
Her expression softened abruptly, almost mournful.
"You were kind to me. You listened…"
A small, broken smile appeared on her face.
Then instantly—
her expression twisted into hatred.
"But you betrayed me!"
Her aura exploded outward again like a violent storm.
"I HATE YOU!"
The pressure around her spiraled erratically while whispers echoed unnaturally through the fractured space surrounding her existence.
"I'll kill you…"
The words came out coldly.
But only moments later, confusion overtook her expression again. Imto grabbed her own head tightly as though physically fighting against her thoughts.
"No…"
Her breathing became uneven.
"I can't kill Amparo."
Her eyes trembled faintly.
"She's sweet."
Then suddenly she laughed again.
Softly at first.
Then hysterically.
"She makes tea properly…"
Her body trembled.
"And she smiles when talking…"
For a moment, her expression became strangely gentle.
Then hatred resurfaced again just as quickly.
"But I still hate her."
Her voice lowered into a whisper.
"She abandoned me."
A pause.
"No…"
"She saved me."
Another pause.
"No…"
"She cursed me."
The contradictions came endlessly now, rapidly and without order, like multiple emotions fighting for dominance inside the same fractured mind.
Imto slowly lowered her hands from her face.
Her eyes no longer focused properly.
One moment they carried affection.
The next murderous resentment.
Then grief.
Then laughter.
Then rage again.
"She said I was family…"
Imto whispered quietly.
"…but family leaves."
Silence briefly overtook her.
Then suddenly her expression became eerily calm.
"I'll forgive her…"
A smile slowly formed across her face.
"…after I break her legs."
Another pause followed.
Then she frowned slightly.
"No…"
"She'll cry."
Her eyes softened weakly again.
"I don't like when Amparo cries."
The instability inside her intensified further, and even the surrounding spiritual space struggled to remain stable around her fractured emotions.
Because beneath the manipulation, the violence, and the madness—
something inside Imto Dimas had already broken long ago.
Nille stopped walking immediately toward the Encanto
The atmosphere around him changed.
Not violently.
But sharply enough that even the air itself seemed heavier for a brief moment.
His expression, usually calm and unreadable, shifted almost instantly.
The quiet distance he normally carried disappeared.
And something colder surfaced beneath it.
Focused.
Alert.
Dangerously attentive.
Because she had spoken his great-grandmother's name directly.
Amparo.
Not a guess.
Not coincidence.
Recognition.
Nille's thoughts accelerated rapidly.
Very few people even knew about Granny Amparo beyond basic records. She had deliberately avoided attention for most of her life, keeping herself separated from large spiritual organizations and refusing deeper involvement with academy politics or old supernatural factions.
Yet Imto Dimas knew her.
And worse, she knew the bloodline connected to her.
That single statement changed everything.
Until now, Nille had treated the situation as something dangerous happening around him.
Now, it was personal.
Because if entities like Imto Dimas already recognized his family lineage, then the problem was no longer limited to hidden wars between Malignants or isolated sectors within the cursed island.
It had already reached his doorstep long before he realized it.
Nyx immediately sensed the shift in him.
His breathing remained controlled.
His posture calm.
But the emotional restraint he normally maintained had noticeably tightened.
"You are angry," Nyx observed quietly.
Nille remained silent for several seconds.
Then finally answered.
"…No."
But even he knew that answer was incomplete.
Because what he felt was not simple anger.
It was the sudden realization that Granny Amparo may have spent years protecting him from something far larger than he ever understood growing up.
The overprotectiveness.
The isolation.
The constant warnings about spirits, old bloodlines, and hidden dangers.
None of it felt irrational anymore.
It felt deliberate.
Necessary.
And for the first time in a long while, Nille genuinely wanted answers.
The sight itself felt surreal against the backdrop of a battlefield moments away from war.
A mysterious manipulator capable of influencing kingdoms…
now visibly pouting in frustration because her plans had failed.
Even Varkhul stared at her in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Nyx spoke coldly within Nille's mind.
"She's unstable."
Another pause followed.
"And dangerous."
For a brief moment, the battlefield held its breath beneath the hovering presence of Imto Dimas.
Then, she laughed.
Not the irritated, childish tone from before.
But something far more unstable.
A manic, echoing laugh that rippled across the plains and made even the surrounding spiritual air feel distorted.
"It's fine," Imto said, still hovering above them as her form flickered between unstable layers of flesh and illusion. "The test will continue anyway."
Her gaze swept across the battlefield as if the entire war-like standoff was nothing more than an inconvenience.
"Even if the Lycans refuse to start the intended war…"
Her smile widened unnaturally.
"…it doesn't matter."
Nille's eyes narrowed instantly.
Nyx remained silent, but her analysis sharpened.
Imto raised one hand slightly, as if brushing away an invisible obstruction in the air.
"Tearing this isolation spell will just take longer than expected."
A faint irritation entered her voice again.
"Such a pain…"
Then she tilted her head, and her expression shifted.
Almost excited.
"I need to unseal Arimaonga…"
The moment that name was spoken—
the entire Lycan formation reacted violently.
A surge of anger erupted through the ranks.
King Lykos' eyes widened slightly before darkening sharply.
Even Varkhul stiffened despite exhaustion.
A wave of confusion, fear, and recognition spread through the warrior packs.
Then one Lycan roared in fury.
"Why is that trickster mentioning Arimaonga's name?!"
The reaction was immediate and intense.
Weapons rose.
Spiritual pressure flared.
Even the royal guards tensed as instinctive hostility spread through the army.
Imto only smiled wider at their reaction.
"Oh?"
Her voice turned playful again.
"So you know it."
She leaned forward slightly in midair.
"My master is planning to release it."
Silence dropped instantly over the battlefield.
Even Nyx went completely still.
Imto continued casually, as if speaking about something insignificant.
"The Great Beast will break the law sealing this island."
Her eyes glimmered faintly.
"And when the law weakens…"
"…my master's kind will finally reclaim this planet again."
A pause.
Then she laughed softly.
As if everything she had just said was already decided.
"And that's all you need to know."
Before anyone could react further, her body distorted.
Space around her folded unnaturally like torn fabric.
And in the next instant, Imto Dimas vanished completely.
Leaving only silence.
And a battlefield that now felt like it had just been shown the beginning of something far larger than any of them had expected.
The moment Imto Dimas vanished, an unnatural stillness swallowed the battlefield.
It was not silence born of exhaustion or fear.
It was something deeper.
A forced cessation of motion.
Across the ruined plains, every being—Lycans, Kobolds, students, even the surviving instructors—found their bodies completely locked in place. Not paralyzed in pain, but suspended as if reality itself had decided to pause their existence.
Only two figures remained unaffected.
King Lykos.
And Nille Tsukuyomi.
The King's massive form stood rigid, yet his eyes still moved. His awareness remained intact despite the overwhelming spatial pressure holding the battlefield in stasis.
He slowly turned his gaze toward Nille.
"…This matter," Lykos said heavily, his voice resonating even within the frozen world, "is beyond mortal understanding."
A pause followed as his spiritual pressure stabilized into something calmer, more controlled.
"Because you have absorbed the Wingless Dragon's Heart…"
His glowing eyes narrowed slightly.
"…you are now, with regret, part of it."
Nille remained silent, processing the weight of those words while Nyx quietly analyzed the sudden shift in spatial rules.
Then—
another presence arrived.
Not through distortion.
But through authority.
The air itself bent slightly as two figures stepped into the frozen battlefield.
Asakura Setsuko.
Osamu Tsukuyomi.
Both wore masks, their presence carrying a controlled, stabilizing pressure that contrasted sharply with the chaotic remnants left behind by Imto Dimas.
Osamu spoke first, his tone calm but absolute.
"This matter will be contained."
Setsuko followed immediately.
"We request that the Lycan King leave the investigation to us."
Lykos studied them carefully.
Even frozen time did not diminish the recognition in his gaze.
"These are not your lands," the King replied.
Osamu did not flinch.
"Neither is it yours to let collapse into chaos."
A brief silence passed between them.
Then a controlled surge of energy expanded outward from both deans simultaneously—not aggressive, but authoritative. The kind of power that did not destroy, but restructured order itself.
The frozen battlefield fractured.
Not violently, but like glass dissolving into light.
Nille felt the world shift around him instantly.
The plains disappeared.
The battlefield vanished.
And reality reassembled itself.
He was back.
At the academy grounds.
Seated near the same quiet area where he had been reading earlier.
The atmosphere was normal again.
Students moved casually.
Wind passed through trees.
The academy life continued as if nothing had happened.
Yet Nille's mind retained everything.
Unchanged.
Unedited.
Beside him, faint footsteps approached through the garden path.
Alice from Canada.
Diallo from Africa.
Naveen from India.
The same group from before.
They looked at him naturally, as if their earlier conversation had simply resumed without interruption.
"Hey," Naveen said casually, "are you joining us or what?"
Nille did not respond immediately.
Instead, he turned slightly inward.
Inside his mind, Nyx remained present.
He asked quietly.
"Who is Lykos?"
Nyx responded after a brief pause.
"A Lycan war-king controlling a sector within Sector 6's hunting grounds."
Another pause.
"He is known to enforce territorial stability within Malignant zones."
Nille's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then something else clicked in his memory.
The frozen moment.
The deans.
The erased continuity of events.
"Nyx," he asked quietly, "did I lose time?"
A subtle hesitation.
Then Nyx answered carefully.
"I cant answer you, " with a confused tone, Nille asked again " what the power level of the two deans
Nyx respond " its documented as level 70" Nille know knew those levels were a lie, the power the two dens showed were stronger than Lykos who was a confirm level 450
A brief pause followed.
"The deans interfered."
Another confirmation settled into Nille's thoughts.
Time had been stopped.
Or rewritten.
Only partially.
Because he still remembered.
Everything.
Nyx's voice softened slightly.
"i there something wrong ."
Nille looked forward again.
At the students now waiting for his answer.
The academy seemed normal. and time regressed back, Nille wanted d to know what was Imto Dimas was saying,