Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 88 - 87- Ambush(End)

With the unified force of the Seventh-ranked Warden and the strongest student of the Runebound Academy, the three-headed hound was getting pushed back.

The battlefield was finally getting under control. The unease on the students’ faces who were peeking at the ground from their windows finally started to disappear as they saw the teachers, along with two students, dealing with the danger.

Allen and Roman were pushing back the demonic beasts using their unified flame attacks.

*GRUOOOH*

The troll raised its club to attack Allen, but the boy had enough time and strength in his legs to remove himself from the spot.

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The club landed on the ground, splitting it, but the hold from the weapon slipped when a flaming serpent coiled around the inhumane creature’s neck, scorching its thick skin and pulling a loud cry from its throat.

"Thanks, Instructor," Allen called out, only to get the warning,

"Don’t get reckless and look ahead!"

The warning was heard, and the incoming eagle was intercepted using the sword he held.

"Agh, fuck off!" He slashed the blade, pushing away the eagle, whose body got consumed by flames as he activated a spell with the slash.

Roman ducked low and cladded his weapon with flames before swinging it towards the goblin.

On the other side, Elana swung her battle axe towards the hellhound, sending several spikes in its direction.

The creature opened its maw and sent a funnel of flames towards the attack

Ice met fire, smoke erupted, but the hound didn’t stop and continued to pour fire.

Bad move.

Elana jumped away before the flames could have burned her, and from above, Ariana landed on the back of the creature before slamming her weapon with all her might.

"Aaahhh!"

**DHAK**

Hammering the skull, she shattered the left head of the creature, making it drop instantly.

The other two heads howled in pain.

The heat rose from its body, and Ariana had to jump away. Her shoes were burning.

"Damn it..." Rubbing it on the grass, she looked ahead.

The creature was in pain. And the flames started to erupt from its whole body.

However, before the beast could have shown its will to take revenge, a voice rang,

"Utterly useless you all are!"

**BOOOOOM**

A lightning strike struck the hound from above, completely engulfing the being in yellow flashes as it howled in pain. Its body convulsed, and the echoes of mercy continued to resonate through the fields.

Many students backed off or covered their ears. Even for them, the cries of the monster were too agonizing—making their hearts tremble.

Ariana frowned upon seeing the strength behind the spell.

There was no doubt that it was a high-ranking mage. And someone who didn’t care about having his identity revealed.

A direct subordinate.

The hellhound turned into mush and spread on the ground.

The other monsters have been defeated, but in the process, Roman and Allen have gotten wounded and tired.

Adrian looked at the scene with his brows furrowed. He knew this guy would come...but this was too soon.

’His other soldiers must have already been defeated.’

Their biggest weapon was the element of surprise. But with Ariana and other teachers’ awareness on the matter, the enemy forces were met by an unexpected and brutal retaliation.

The battlefield came to a standstill with only a few Acolytes and their Commander facing the professors and two students.

Elana and Ariana, who were in the front, were ready to attack.

Dante gritted his teeth as he looked at the two women, "First and last warning; give me the staff and I will go back without harming a single soul here."

Ariana chuckled, "After getting your ass whooped you are negotiating now, eh?" She doesn’t curse around her students generally, but this was an exception.

The Acolyte chief narrowed his eyes, "They say the right thing. You are not fit to be the head of the Academy."

Ariana’s grip around her axe stiffened.

Dante continued, "To protect something your old boss gave you, you are risking the lives of hundreds. Such a foolish woman."

Ariana growled, "You are taking nothing but your dead comrades’ bodies." Stones started to coat around her arms as she prepared to strike.

However, before her foot could have left the ground, her vision turned white.

*DOOOOM*

The staff of the commander tapped on the ground. Just a light tap, and something erupted from Ariana’s back.

It was her flesh and bones.

"....!!" Adrian’s eyes widened as he saw Ariana staggering on her feet, her armament falling to the ground before she fell.

"Senior, move!" Allen shouted, and Elana had already launched away just as the man attacked again.

However, she wasn’t fast enough.

**BOOOOM**

Elana’s eyes widened as she found something...hot.

She couldn’t remain airborne for long before she dropped to the ground...but didn’t land on both of her feet.

There ....was something missing...

"El...ana...." Professor Adrian called out...why was he shocked ...ah, now she realized.

*DHAK*

A cold sweat ran down Adrian’s spine as he saw the two strong warriors who were pushing away the enemy forces single-handedly...falling before his eyes.

Dante snickered, "This is the result of being overconfident in yourself. You ignorant fools who believe you are the mightiest."

Several beasts started to dash into the ground, standing behind Dante as if they were under his direct command.

The confidence of the other Acolytes suddenly elevated as they also stepped forward, seemingly assuming they had already won.

Dante’s staff rose and fell again, tapping against the ground as he cast another spell—several dark clouds started to form in the sky.

"Agh!!"

"What is this?!"

"Aaaahhh!" Several cries arose as the greenish-black raindrops fell on their bodies and burned their skin

Allen had to move away, trying to find a cover just like other teachers, since the rain droplets stung like acid.

However, other than the Acolytes and the beasts, only one entity remained standing still.

"The fool has lost his senses. He might cry now." Dante scoffed, and the other joined in the fun, laughing at him as if the greatest joke of the era was spoken.

Didn’t affect Adrian.

He stepped forward. Silently and very comfortably.

The rain burned his skin, made his face red, and his clothes burned, but he showed no haste to cover himself.

This was not over.

Not until he finishes it.

Very calmly, he pulled the latch and summoned a specific bullet he didn’t believe he would use.

But the circumstances demanded it now.

Seeing the man filling his weapon, Dante was about to use the same spell he used on Elana, but then,

"Gah!" Several cuts started to appear on his robe and his face as someone launched a wind attack from the side.

He glared at the Princess, who had appeared out of nowhere with her mace in her hand.

The slight distraction was enough.

*Click*

The chamber was locked, and the gun was pointed.

Without missing a beat, Adrian pulled the trigger.

**THWACK**

The bullet burst from the muzzle. The golden bullet ripped through the air.

Instinctive reaction urged them to summon barriers.

However, barriers couldn’t stop what was to come.

The bullet didn’t hit the shields.

It—exploded into thick dark mist.

The mist slithered like a living thing, curling through the air, reaching toward the Acolytes and the beasts behind them.

The torches flickered. Shadows screamed across the walls.

Then everything went silent.

A shape began to rise from the mist. It had no eyes, no face, no form that stayed still. Its limbs twisted wrong. Its spine arched like a scorpion’s tail. Every second, it changed—beast, man, demon, god—none of them real, all of them terrifying.

Every soul that saw it felt the same thing:

It had come for them.

Dante fell to his knees, eyes wide, lips trembling. He tried to speak, to pray, but no sound came out.

The being turned its head toward him—and that was enough.

His barrier shattered like glass. His skin paled, then greyed. He clutched his chest, gasping.

Then it began.

The soul didn’t fly out in a flash. It peeled away—thread by thread—dragged from his mouth, eyes, and chest like a slow, burning thread pulled through a needle.

He didn’t scream.

He couldn’t.

All around him, the others followed. One beast slammed into the wall, clawing at its own face. Another tried to run, but the mist was already inside its lungs.

The creature moved without moving—closer, somehow everywhere. Its mouth never opened, yet they all heard it speak:

"You were never meant to see me."

The air turned cold. Bones cracked from the pressure. The Acolytes’ bodies collapsed to the floor, one by one.

Their souls were gone.

Only silence and smoke remained.

And in the center of it all, Adrian lowered the gun, eyes locked on the fading mist—breathing slow, calm, and unshaken.

A spell which can even make a chanter shudder.

The Satan’s Wrath—a spell of Darkness which can only be chanted by a fifth grade armament.

Thankfully, he has prepared it just in case.

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A/N:- Thank you for reading..