Blood at Ettug High
The moment Emmic reached the gates of Ettug High, his fury knew no bounds. He had learned where the students had taken the girl—they were planning to auction her off at the docks that night. But first, there was something he needed to do. Something he had been holding back for far too long.
The school was alive with its usual activities, students laughing, teachers walking through the halls, completely unaware of the storm that was about to hit them. Emmic stepped onto the school grounds, his face hidden behind the mask, his black cloak billowing in the wind. His mana flared uncontrollably, the raw power of destruction radiating from him like a tidal wave.
It was time for the world to see who he really was.
The first student he encountered—a boy who had often bullied him in the past—froze in place as Emmic’s figure loomed over him. "E-Emmic? What are you—"
Before he could finish, a wave of dark energy shot from Emmic’s hand, and the boy was thrown across the courtyard, crashing into the stone wall with a sickening thud. He slumped to the ground, unconscious. Emmic didn’t even spare him a second glance.
The screams started soon after. Students ran in every direction, terrified by the deathly aura that filled the air. Emmic walked through the chaos with a cold, emotionless expression. One by one, the students who had tormented him for years were struck down by his overwhelming power. Those who had mocked him, laughed at him, and humiliated him in the halls now cowered in fear, but no apology could save them.
You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.
"Y-you don’t have to do this!" a girl cried, backing away from him. "We—we didn’t mean it, we—"
Emmic’s hand shot out, a blast of dark energy silencing her screams as she collapsed, motionless. He gave no fucks about their regret. They had taken the girl—the only person he had fought so hard to protect—and sold her into slavery. There would be no mercy.
As he entered the main building, the teachers gathered, trying to block his path. The headmaster, a man who had always treated Emmic like he was beneath the other students, stepped forward, trembling. "Emmic, s-stop this madness! We can talk about this—"
"Talk?" Emmic’s voice was low and dangerous. "You never listened before. Why now?"
The headmaster raised his hands, sweat pouring down his face. "Please, Emmic, I—I didn’t know! I didn’t know they would do this—"
"You all knew," Emmic spat, his voice filled with venom. "You saw how they treated me. You encouraged it."
Before the headmaster could respond, Emmic's hand shot out, and a surge of destructive magic obliterated the man in an instant. The other teachers screamed, trying to flee, but Emmic’s power consumed them one by one. The entire school trembled as he unleashed his full might, sparing no one.
Velira arrived in the aftermath, her heart heavy as she witnessed the devastation. She had known Emmic was powerful, but she had never seen him like this—completely unrestrained, driven by fury and pain. She wanted to stop him, to calm him down, but she knew this had been a long time coming.