Chapter 16

A pool of blood spread across the ground, quietly collecting as a tragic scene, almost like a mournful painting capturing the final farewell. The atmosphere was thick with silence, a presence that seemed to penetrate the souls of those present, who were divided between shock and indifference.

Moryo stood like a stone statue, his eyes wide in disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. His gaze was fixed on the scattered blood, and for a moment, his breath shuddered before he exhaled slowly, retreating into his usual calm to preserve his composure.

On the other side, Sbyam looked at the same scene, but his face remained as cold as a rock, void of any emotion. He stared at the blood for a few moments, then slowly turned away, lowering his head as if contemplating the ground or escaping from what he had left behind. He began to walk with heavy steps, his voice cold: "Let’s finish the event!"

Suero, who had remained frozen in place, stared at the blood as though he were seeing something beyond comprehension. His words trembled as he muttered: "What is this?! Have we really reached this point?! Or is the world... this filthy?!"

His voice carried a mix of shock and sorrow, as if everything around him was losing its meaning. His eyes remained fixed on the blood, searching for answers to questions he wasn't prepared to ask.

As for Moryo, who regained his usual calm, he cast one last glance at the blood before whispering to himself coldly: "They deserve this..."

His words were harsh, justified by his past, but they concealed something deeper, perhaps an internal struggle he wasn't ready to acknowledge. He suddenly turned, following Sbyam's steps, as if his loyalty to his teacher outweighed any other feelings. Before he walked away, he shouted loudly to Suero: "Come on, Suero!"

Suero didn't move immediately. He stayed frozen for a moment, as though the earth itself refused to let him leave without confronting the truth. The blood still lay there, silently witnessing everything, the decisions, and the struggles.

Slowly, Suero began to gather his strength, raising his head and silently following the others. But he knew this moment would never be forgotten, and its mark would remain etched deep within him forever.

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In another place far from the event's location, Jan stood holding Alia in his arms, her body light, but the emotional burden that weighed on him was deeper than any physical weight. Jan stared at the barren land before him, where a large, deep line stretched across the field like a scar on the face of the world. From the line, gray smoke rose, bringing with it a sense of danger and mystery.

Jan's eyes were filled with astonishment as he muttered in distress: "What was that? The earth itself has crumbled... and the air... it feels like it's tearing my chest. Is this... a natural force?"

From behind him came the calm voice of Baysal, heavy with knowledge: "Not natural at all. What you saw here is just part of the Raimo Clan's legacy... the power of the 'Tear through spacetime.'

Jan turned toward her, his face filled with confusion, as if her words hadn’t fully registered in his mind. He stammered: 'Tear through spacetime.'What does that mean? And how can anyone control such a force?"

Baysal sighed and took a few steps toward the deep line, gazing at the rising smoke before answering thoughtfully: "You see the world as a stable, fixed place. But the truth... is quite different. The world we live in is built on a hidden fabric, a fabric of time and space, intertwined like threads of cloth. The Raimo Clan... it seems they developed a rare ability to understand this fabric, and even control it."

Jan's eyebrows shot up in astonishment, as though the very idea refused to settle in his mind: "Fabric of time and space? That sounds like fantasy... How can you even tear it?"

Baysal hesitated for a moment, then answered with deep thought, as if rephrasing her ideas: "Even I don't understand everything. But... imagine you're holding a piece of cloth in your hands. If you pull it tightly, small ripples appear, right? That's what users of the Kormo Technique do at first. They focus their energy on a specific point, creating a disturbance in this fabric. But with enough knowledge of weak points... and with enough strength and focus, they can tear it completely. And when that happens..."

Jan interrupted with growing anxiety: "And when that happens, what?"

Baysal looked at him seriously, her eyes locked on the smoke, and said: "When that happens, the 'Void' opens. The Void is raw, pure energy, uncontrollable. When it opens, it swallows everything nearby because... simply put, it wants to fill itself."

Jan slowly shook his head, unable to believe: "This is impossible... If it's that powerful, why doesn't it destroy everything?"

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Baysal answered, her gaze fixed on the smoke: "Because they don't leave it open for long. The Raimo Clan has long learned how to use this void. They open the tear for a short time, allow the energy to spread, and then close it before it gets out of control. It's dangerous, but necessary."

Jan muttered as if speaking to himself, his voice filled with awe: "That's why they call him the most powerful sorcerer, then?"

Baysal nodded her head gravely, saying: "Yes. But he’s not just a sorcerer. Sbyam didn’t just master the power of the Tear of Spacetime. He learned all the techniques of his clan... and even surpassed them."

Jan remained stunned, as though her words had reshaped his view of the world. And at that moment, he and Baysal heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from behind. They turned to find Kamyo and Rita running toward them, their breaths labored from the run.

Kamyo stopped, panting heavily, and asked with concern: "What happened?! The earth shook like it was about to split open!"

Kamyo looked at the ground behind Jan and Baysal, where the deep line still emitted smoke. His eyes widened in shock, and he whispered faintly: "Master... Sbyam...!"

As for Rita, she too stared at the scene, muttering in astonishment: "What is this?!"

Baysal and Jan remained silent, as if reflecting the seriousness of what they had witnessed. Baysal walked toward the line, then turned with a stern face and said coldly: "Master Sbyam has returned... Therefore, the event is over."

Baysal began walking toward the palace, her steps confident as if she knew the way well. The others exchanged glances for a moment before silently following her, leaving the field behind, a field that bore the marks of a power that could not be forgotten.

This was the end... but it was only the beginning of a new phase, full of mysteries and threats whose outlines had yet to be revealed.

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A Week Later..

A week had passed since the event, but the atmosphere of tension and unease hadn’t quite disappeared. The night was calm, and the grand palace was bathed in the light of the moon seeping through the high windows. Everyone was gathered around the large dining table, filled with delicious dishes, but the mood was a mix of casual conversation and strange moments.

Baysal, who had finished her meal faster than the others, felt a sense of dissatisfaction as she looked at her empty plate. She muttered to herself in mild frustration:

"I finished my food? But... I'm still not full!"

Her eyes slowly shifted toward the person sitting beside her, Suero, who was enjoying his meal, especially the smoked meat filling his plate. For a moment, she hesitated, but her hunger overcame her caution. She cautiously reached out for a piece of his meat, trying to take it without him noticing.

But Suero, as if possessing a sixth sense, grabbed her hand before she could touch the meat. He raised his eyes to her with an angry, terrifying gaze, his voice sharp:

"Leave the meat... NOW!"

Baysal froze, giving a nervous, forced smile, and slowly withdrew her hand, speaking softly in an apologetic tone:

"I was just joking..."

Suero returned to his meal, enjoying every bite as though it were a treasure, while Baysal stayed in her place, glaring at him with restrained anger, watching every bite he took as if marking it in her memory for future retribution.

On the other side of the table, Moryo was eating calmly when, suddenly, he broke the silence and asked:

"When are we going back to school?"

Sbyam raised his head with a wide smile, looking as though he had been waiting for this question. He responded with enthusiasm:

"Tomorrow, we leave this grand palace and return to school!"

However, Moryo, who appeared uninterested, replied coldly:

"Then I won’t go back."

Sbyam's smile froze as he stared at Moryo with a questioning look, speaking between bites:

"What?!"

In the background, Baysal was trying again to take a piece of meat from Suero's plate, and he was prepared for her attempt, which sparked a silent dispute between them.

Moryo spoke again, this time with a more serious tone:

"I’ll go to my family’s house... I want to look for my mother’s pendant."

Sbyam nodded with a light smile, replying:

"Alright, but don’t get lost on the way!"

Kamyo suddenly raised his head, his face filled with shock:

"What? Get lost on the way?!"

Moryo couldn't hide his annoyance any longer, and he suddenly stood up from the table and left quickly, while Kamyo stared at him, asking in confusion:

"Why did he say that? What does it mean?"

Sbyam laughed lightly, saying:

"Don’t worry about it, Kamyo. Just a joke."

Sbyam continued his meal, then lifted his gaze to the other side of the table, where the dispute between Baysal and Suero was still ongoing over the last piece of meat. He couldn’t help himself and intervened; he calmly reached out and took the last piece from the plate, placing it in his mouth before they noticed.

Both of them froze, staring at him in shock, and slowly, their surprise turned into silent anger. Sbyam chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, before commenting enthusiastically:

"My God, this is delicious!"

He looked at both of them, who were glaring at him in silent rage, and innocently asked:

"What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

They didn't respond, but their eyes were filled with intense anger.

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The Next Morning...

As the day began to dawn, the night disappeared, leaving behind the golden rays of the sun seeping through the palace windows. The calmness enveloped the place, but it seemed everyone was ready to depart.

The students of Sbyam boarded the bus, including Sbyam himself, who moved calmly as usual, while Kamyo ran around searching for Moryo, saying nervously:

"Where is he?!"

Baysal hurriedly boarded the bus first, followed by Suero, while Kamyo stayed by the door, asking about Moryo's whereabouts. Sbyam looked at him with a calm gaze and said:

"He went to his family’s house."

Kamyo nodded understandingly:

"Alright!"

Then, Sbyam boarded the bus, closed the door behind him, and the bus began its journey, leaving the magnificent palace behind.

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At a distant house, Moryo's family home was destroyed, the roof collapsed onto the floor in complete disarray. Moryo stood in front of the house, looking at the palace from a distance, and said to himself:

"My mother..."

He smiled sadly and said:

"Truly, this place was beautiful!"

Then, he entered the ruined house, saying:

"I have to look for my mother’s pendant!"

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In the city, Suero, Baysal, Kamyo, and Sbyam arrived at their destination, all aboard the bus, which started to sway as it moved. Suero looked at Sbyam and asked:

"Where are we going, Teacher?"

Sbyam laughed lightly and said:

"To the hospital!"

Baysal, sitting next to him, was surprised and asked:

"The hospital?!"

Suero responded in surprise:

"Why?!"

Sbyam laughed, sarcasm clear in his voice:

"To visit the mummy!"

Everyone stared at him in disbelief, and Sbyam smiled sarcastically, seemingly enjoying their reactions.

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At the Hospital

Inside one of the rooms, Suero, Baysal, and Kamyo stood side by side, frozen in place, their eyes wide in shock. Before them, Veb lay on the bed, his face covered in a white shawl like a mummy, unable to move.

Sbyam enthusiastically exclaimed, pointing at Veb:

"Here’s your friend who returned from the dead... your friend Veb!"

Everyone looked at Veb in silence, unable to believe what they were seeing, while Veb stared at them coldly, saying:

"What?"

A tear rolled down Baysal's cheek, and her expression changed suddenly. She ran toward Veb, whispering sadly:

"Veb!"

She grabbed him tightly, as if afraid the moment would slip away from her hands. Veb cried out in pain, but Baysal kept hugging him tightly, speaking in a low voice:

"I thought you were dead!"

Suero and Kamyo approached as well, still in complete shock. They stood around him in silence, their emotions a mix

of astonishment, joy, and confusion. As for Sbyam, he watched them with a proud smile, pleased with how his students were interacting, despite the shock they had endured.

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End of the Season 1 .