Aside from the forces of Dracosta Academy, great powers from every corner of the continent had begun to converge on the battlefield. Legions from empires and noble houses stood side by side, forming a vast and thunderous line that shook the earth beneath them. Their numbers were estimated to reach five million warriors, each clad in armor bearing the mark of their homeland, wielding weapons with burning resolve gleaming in their eyes. Yet despite their formidable presence, the pressure remained overwhelming—for across the field, the forces of the Chaos Race swelled beyond ten million.
The chaotic entities resembled formless shadows—dark, shapeless beings that surged forward with unrelenting savagery. They tore through imperial lines, slaughtering all who dared stand against them. Screams of pain, the clash of steel, and the roar of arcane spells echoed across the battlefield. The earth was painted crimson with blood, and the skies grew darker still, as if the heavens themselves refused to witness the carnage below.
At the front of the Dracosta Academy's formation stood Lithuana, unwavering amidst the chaos, her gaze sharp yet clouded with worry. Raising her hand high, she addressed the academy's students and faculty with a voice that rang clear and resolute:
"Remember this! Fight with caution! If you are overwhelmed or gravely wounded—do not hesitate to retreat! Your lives matter too!"
The students and instructors exchanged solemn glances, nodding in silence. They knew this was no training session. This was war—one that would shape the fate of nations. With a single command from Lithuana, they surged forward, unleashing the spells, techniques, and steel honed over countless trials.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, Lithuana soared through the sky, heading swiftly toward Exafanos, Bella, and Hana, who stood calmly, observing the war from afar. Her pace betrayed her concern, and as she reached them, she immediately questioned, her tone laced with disbelief,
"When did you arrive?"
Bella, standing beside Exafanos, replied with a nonchalant smile, "I came along with the other students and teachers earlier."
Lithuana blinked in surprise, unaware of Bella's earlier arrival. Her expression tightened in embarrassment.
"My apologies... I've been so focused on ensuring the students' safety, I didn't even notice."
Bella offered a faint smile. "Understandable. It's only natural for a headmistress to care for her students."
Lithuana gave a slow nod, but her eyes soon shifted toward Exafanos.
"You're not joining the battle?" she asked, clearly curious.
Before Exafanos could reply, Hana interjected with a serene smile.
"If Exafanos entered the fight, it would be over in an instant."
Lithuana furrowed her brow at Hana's statement. She knew Exafanos was powerful, but Hana's words felt almost absurd. She couldn't grasp the extent of the man's strength—at least not yet.
Before another question could form, Hana spoke again.
"Shall I lend you my clone? But in exchange, once this is over, treat me to something delicious."
Lithuana raised an eyebrow. "Your clone?" she echoed, uncertain. "Are you saying a mere clone could wipe out the Chaos Race?"
Hana only smiled wider. "Do you agree or not?"
Though doubt lingered in her heart, something in Hana's expression made refusal impossible. At last, Lithuana gave a reluctant nod.
With a casual snap of her fingers, Hana summoned another figure—an exact duplicate of herself. Though it was but a fraction of her power, the clone radiated an aura beyond comprehension. Hana claimed it was merely 0.00000000000001% of her full strength, yet even that fragment stood in the realm of a Magic God—a level where one could bend reality, birth miniature worlds, and create life itself.
Lithuana stood frozen, eyes wide, unable to comprehend the depth of the clone's power. Her senses failed to measure it—it was simply too vast. Even Bella, ever composed, faltered in shock. Only Exafanos remained indifferent, his face devoid of reaction.
Gathering her courage, Lithuana whispered,
"Just… what level are you truly at?"
With a cryptic grin, Hana replied,
"A level you will never reach."
A shiver crawled down Lithuana's spine.
The clone turned to its creator and asked, "Greetings, Original. What task lies before me?"
"Eradicate the Chaos Race," Hana answered calmly.
The clone turned its gaze toward the battlefield, where the armies of mankind still fought desperately against the tide of shadows.
"Ah, the little black pests? Very well," she said, lifting her hand.
In a blink, the clone vanished, reappearing high above the battlefield. From her hand, an awe-inspiring phenomenon began to form—thousands, then millions of needle-like constructs, forged from pure void. They emitted no sound, only the chilling aura of absolute emptiness.
With a single sweep of her arm, the spears descended.
Explosions rocked the skies. Every projectile struck true, obliterating the shadow-creatures upon impact. The Chaos beings were annihilated, their forms torn apart and swallowed by the void. Even their leaders, once deemed untouchable, fell in mere moments—unable to mount any resistance.
In the span of minutes, the battlefield was cleared. The darkness vanished.
Silence reigned.
All eyes turned skyward. The clone of Hana hovered still, unmoving, as if she had done nothing at all.
Gradually, awe gave way to reverence. The soldiers who had borne witness now stared in admiration. In their hearts, the clone had become more than a savior—she had become a goddess descending amid ruin.
And it had all begun…
With a single snap of her fingers.