Heidrick and Revol navigated through the chaos, bypassing multiple decks and corridors until they reached the VIP Hallway, where the rooms of the most esteemed passengers were located.
As they approached, arcane blasts, elemental crackles, and shouted incantations—grew louder, assaulting their senses.
Heidrick’s face darkened,
The blatant disregard for his authority struck a nerve.
This was his ship, his domain, and the anarchy unfolding before him was an affront he would not tolerate.
His clenched fists trembled slightly, though his voice remained silent as he processed the situation.
Suddenly, without warning, Heidrick vanished.
Revol and the accompanying guards froze,
Heidrick’s disappearance was instantaneous,
Revol swallowed hard, muttering under his breath,
"He’s done holding back."
The Blue Hope Guardians, meanwhile, remained stationed.
In the next moment, Heidrick reappeared in the center of the battle—the main hall, where the true chaos raged between the Third Circle Mages and the Frost Elves.
The sight before him was one of utter devastation.
Elemental forces clashed with raw magical energy, the air thick with mana as spells collided and dissipated in brilliant flashes.
Bodies of fallen mages—some unconscious, others dead.
With a single step forward, Heidrick shouted,
"Enough!"
The room was engulfed in a sudden, overwhelming surge of magical energy emanating from Heidrick.
It radiated outward, like a tidal wave of raw power, crackling through the air.
Every spell in motion abruptly ceased—elementals dissolved into nothingness, bolts of fire and ice vanished mid-air, and protective barriers shattered like glass.
The sheer force of Heidrick’s energy was suffocating.
Level Two Mages, those who were barely adept at their craft, collapsed immediately, their bodies crumpling to the floor as if struck by an unseen force.
Some fell unconscious; others knelt, gasping for air, their strength utterly drained.
Level Three mages staggered,
Even those who remained standing struggled to maintain their composure.
For a brief moment, the hall fell silent.
The sound of crackling energy dissipated, replaced only by the labored breathing of those who remained conscious.
Heidrick stood at the center of the hall,
His eyes scanned the combatants on both sides, now frozen in place.
"You dare defy the sanctity of my ship?"
His voice was low but carried an edge sharper than any blade.
"You bring this chaos to the Blue Hope, risking not only your lives but the lives of thousands more? Have you forgotten your place?"
Neither the Third Circle Mages nor the Frost Elves dared to respond.
heir leaders exchanged glances,
but even they understood the futility of resistance against Heidrick's overwhelming presence.
Heidrick raised a hand, and a barrier of shimmering energy formed, dividing the two factions.
It was not a defensive spell—it was a command.
Neither side could cross it without facing immediate annihilation.
"Return to your quarters,"
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Heidrick commanded, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
"This battle is over."
The Third Circle Mages’ leader opened his mouth as if to argue but quickly thought better of it, bowing his head in reluctant acknowledgment.
The Frost Elves’ leader followed suit.
As the tension in the main hall eased, Revol and the remaining Blue Hope Guardians entered cautiously.
Revol’s eyes widened at the sight of the aftermath.
“We were a bit late.”
"Secure the area,Ensure all combatants return to their quarters. Anyone found disobeying will face the consequences."
The Guardians sprang into action, their movements precise as they began ushering the stunned mages out of the hall.
As the hall emptied, Heidrick stood alone at its center, his gaze fixed on the scorched walls and broken furniture.
Revol approached cautiously,
"Sir, the Guardians are securing the VIP Hallway. What are your orders regarding... the leaders?"
Heidrick did not immediately respond, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications of the battle.
Finally, he turned to Revol, his voice cold and unyielding.
"Bring them to me. We have much to discuss."
And with that, Heidrick's authority reasserted itself, as unyielding as the barrier now separating the Frost Elves and the Third Circle Mages.
The tension was suffocating as the Third Circle Mages and Frost Elves exchanged uncertain glances.
Despite their animosity, they shared a mutual respect for strength—and Heidrick's strength was absolute.
He had rendered their spells useless with a single shout, and his aura alone had incapacitated several of their lower-level members.
Both factions knew the truth: a Level Five Mage was an existence akin to the leader of an entire organization.
Facing someone of Heidrick's caliber was not a matter of courage but sheer foolishness.
Heidrick’s gaze swept across the room, lingering on each individual as if weighing their worth.
His face was unreadable, a mask of calm authority that only deepened the unease among those present.
Finally, he raised a single finger, pointing toward the ceiling, and began to speak.
"Listen well,This ship, the Blue Hope, is my domain. It is not a battleground for your petty rivalries or your power struggles. I will not tolerate anyone jeopardizing the safety of my vessel or the lives of those aboard."
The severity of his tone left both factions with the clear understanding that Heidrick’s authority was absolute.
"I do not care who you are,Your organizations may be powerful, your allies formidable, but on this ship, you will obey my rules. Break them again, and you will face consequences far beyond your imagination."
Heidrick’s gaze then shifted to Revol, who stood at a respectful distance.
"Revol," he called,
Revol stepped forward,
"Yes, sir," he answered, bowing slightly.
"Is there a large island nearby?"
Heidrick asked,
Revol paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, sir. In approximately five hours, we will reach a nameless island. It spans an area of roughly 30,000 square kilometers."
Heidrick’s lips curved into a faint smile,
"Good, Since you seem so eager for conflict, we will resolve this in a way that spares my ship and its passengers. Once we reach this island, you will settle your differences there. No more battles aboard the Blue Hope."
The declaration left both factions stunned.
A battle on neutral ground was a proposition neither side had anticipated, but neither dared to object.
The leaders of both groups exchanged wary glances.
Neither trusted the other, but neither was willing to voice their concerns in front of Heidrick.
Heidrick gave one final sweeping glance across the room before turning to Revol.
"Ensure the preparations are made. I want the mages escorted off the ship when we reach the island. Any resistance will be dealt with swiftly."
"Understood,"
Revol replied,
With that, Heidrick left the hall, his presence lingering like a storm that had passed but left destruction in its wake.
As the doors closed behind Heidrick, murmurs broke out among the remaining mages.
The leaders of the Third Circle Mages and Frost Elves quickly called for order,
They knew that any further conflict aboard the ship would invite Heidrick’s wrath, and neither side was prepared to face the consequences.
Revol, meanwhile, wasted no time.
He began coordinating with the ship's guards to prepare for the transfer.
Every step was carefully planned to ensure that the factions were kept separate during the disembarkation process.
The news of Heidrick’s decision spread quickly throughout the ship.
Passengers and crew members alike whispered about the mysterious island and the impending confrontation.
Some speculated about the outcome of the battle.
Revol reviewed the maps and logistical plans,
He knew that Heidrick’s decision was not just about maintaining order, it was also a punishment.
The island, vast and uninhabited by any people or sentient life form, provided the perfect stage for the factions to settle their differences without endangering innocent lives.
Back in their respective quarters, the leaders of the Third Circle Mages and Frost Elves reflected on the situation.
The battle had cost them dearly, and the prospect of another confrontation loomed large.
Both sides began strategizing, considering how best to approach the fight on the island.
They understood that the stakes were higher than ever and that any misstep could lead to their complete annihilation.
Heidrick, in his private chambers, sat in quiet contemplation.
“I may not kill them or harm them directly, but I can put them in a place where they can take themselves out.”
“This way, they will still die and get punished and also will sort out problems of their own.”
He understood the delicate balance of power aboard the Blue Hope and knew that his actions would have far-reaching consequences.