Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

Kyle was obviously confused for a moment as to why the Deadly Sin would warn him of the situation in the Human Realm.

However, his confusion was clarified as soon as he heard his next words.

"The other Deadly Sins have already begun their work in the Human Realm. Once the Demon Lord retracts his forces, it is us who will shape its destiny. The realm will not fall into chaos; it will fall into order—the order of the Sins. As for you, Demon Saints, you will be used once again like an insignificant piece in his game… If you want real power, you have to consider following one of the Sins…"

Wrath paused for a moment before he continued.

"You know the situation of this dying Realm…The Abyss Realm wouldn't last long because it had connected to too many lower realms. It had become too unstable… If you add the uncontrollable power of the Demon Lord, you should be aware of how dangerous it is just by staying here…" The Deadly Sin stopped speaking after this as he looked at Kyle's expression.

Although he looked terrifying, there were still some signs on his face where he could read his thoughts.

Kyle listened intently at his words and also took a moment to digest it before replying.

"I understand, my lord. I shall think about this…" He replied, bowing slightly.

As Wrath dismissed him with a wave, Kyle stepped through the rift once more, returning to the Human Realm. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and strategies.

"Interesting…" Kyle muttered as he considered his next actions.

What he learned just now was extremely important! Well, as a matter of fact, all the things he learned today were truly an eye-opener.

The reason why the Demon Lord was attacking various realms, the first Human Celestial, the power of Extraction, the Fortune Goddess' secret Avatar, the reason why the Abyss Realm was collapsing, and the fact that the Human Realm would be left to the Deadly Sins were all extremely valuable information.

'For now, I have to find the other Deadly Sins…' Kyle thought, as it was better to find them now and observe their situation so he could plan on how to eliminate them.

The Deadly Sins' influence was growing, and soon, they would be the ones pulling the strings in the Human Realm, so he had to be prepared!

***

Meanwhile, while Kyle was actually dueling against the Deadly Sin in another realm, Lesley and her companion, Gareth, had already secretly arrived at their destination.

It was the gathering of Mystics or Shamans!

Thud… Thud…

The air was thick with the scent of charred earth and the remnants of arcane energies as Lesley and Gareth arrived at the outskirts of a once-verdant meadow.

It had become a battlefield marked by the recent clash between the Mystic Arts Practitioners and a horde of demons.

The ground was littered with the fallen—bodies of demons lay strewn across the field, their forms twisted in the agony of their final moments.

'Mhmm… Is this the work of Master Arcanists?' Lesley thought but she didn't mind even if the enemies she was about to face were indeed at this level.

She then looked in the direction where she could sense Life Strands.

The Order of the Illustrious Liquidators, a revered assembly of Mystics and Shamans, had made their stand here. They were successful at stopping the Demon Horde's advance and it was certainly good for them.

Nonetheless, they were the sworn enemies of the Dark Arts Faction after they have allied themselves with the Holy Arts Faction and the Church of the Fortune Goddess to purge the Dark Arts Faction's territories.

They didn't even spare the Vermont Academy, where young Arcanists of their faction would go and study!

Lesley observed them carefully after getting closer. Their robes, adorned with symbols of their sacred order, were now marred with the dust and blood of combat.

Lesley's gaze swept over the scene, her eyes reflecting neither pity nor sorrow for the defeated foes. Instead, her focus was on the gathering of Mystics who were tending to their wounds and regrouping after the battle.

'It must be a difficult battle. Did they fight against the Demon Saint?' Lesley mused as she knew how difficult it was to kill a Demon Saint. It required her whole squad to call for the Death God's Hands at that time!

Anyway, the gathering of Mystics was a formidable sight, their faces etched with the fatigue of war yet alight with the fire of their conviction.

She also recognized some of them as targets that were reported by the informants of the Order of the Evanescent Vessels.

"Not a bad line up… I think they could fight a Demon Saint with their forces here."

Gareth stood beside her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, a silent sentinel ready to act on her command.

"Are you certain that we can win against them?" He asked, his voice a low rumble that barely rose above the whispering wind. He also recognized most of the Mystic Arts Practitioners who had gathered in this area.

Although they had just obtained Wrath's Blessing, Gareth was still unsure how much stronger the two of them had become!

"Don't be afraid…"

Lesley smiled as she nodded at his question… She seemed so confident and it was something that Gareth really wanted to see.

If she acts like this, he knew that she must be telling the truth. He simply had to trust himself and do his best.

"Yes. They must pay for their transgressions against our kind…" She continued, her tone resolute.

Without another word, Lesley stepped forward, her presence commanding the attention of the weary Mystics.

It seemed that she wasn't planning to just attack them in surprise!

"C-captain…" Gareth was still surprised to see this as he thought that they would use a Forbidden Curse Spell secretly to start welcoming them!

However, he didn't have the time to question his captain's actions!

Lesley raised her hands, and the air around her swelled with dark energy.

"Greetings, Illustrious Liquidators…" She began, her voice carrying across the field.

"I come bearing the Curse of Retribution."

It wasn't a literal curse spell. She was referring to herself as their curse!

The Mystics turned, their expressions shifting from weariness to alertness as they recognized the threat before them.

"It's the red witch!"

As soon as this was said by the leader of the Mystic Arts Practitioners, a barrier of shimmering energy rose around them, a collective defense against the impending Dark Spells…

But Lesley was undeterred!

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a Dark Spell!

It was a wave of dark energy that spiraled towards the barrier.

Boom!

The impact was like the clash of titans, the force of the dark energy battling against the strength of the Mystic's shield!

The ground trembled, and the sky darkened as the two powers collided.

Lesley also cast another Spell. This time, it was Curse Spell!

"What? How could she summon so much strength with a flick of her hands and cast another Spell like it was nothing!"

"Something's off… She must have activated a Forbidden Technique already!"

"It must be boosting her power then… We should try to hold out until the Forbidden Technique wears off. Fighting her in that condition would be too difficult."

Everyone knew that fighting against an Arcanist who had activated a boosting Forbidden Spell would be a suicide.

The only way to fight it was by using a Forbidden Spell or just waiting for it to end! After all, these Spells that boost 5 times or more of your strength shouldn't last forever!

"Hmph! I want to see her dying by her own doing… Continue defending!"

The Mystics chanted in unison, their voices weaving a counter-

spell to dispel the curse. Energy arced across the field, illuminating the faces of friend and foe alike.

As the battle of wills raged, Gareth watched, ready to leap into the fray should the barrier falter.

With his current set of Spells, he was even more terrifying in close combat… Especially if he called for a mystical being to enter his body!

"Now!"

As the barrier trembled under the relentless assault of Lesley's curse, Gareth seized his moment. He closed his eyes and chanted an ancient invocation, his voice resonating with the power of the ages. The air around him shimmered, and the ground beneath his feet vibrated with the summoning of a spirit from a realm of legends.

From the Giant's Realm, he called forth the spirit ofThorgrym the Earthshaker, a being of immense strength and unbending will.

Thorgrym's spirit was that of an ancient giant, one who had walked as a Gladiator when the world was young and whose footsteps had carved valleys and mountains.

As the spirit of Thorgrym entered Gareth's body, a transformation took place. Gareth's form expanded, his muscles bulging with newfound power, and his eyes glowing with the earthen light of the Giant's Realm.

His presence on the battlefield became like a force of nature, an avatar of the ancient giant's indomitable will!

"Kill!"