Kip and
Luke stood outside Kyle’s locker hallway. Students were in-between classes and
the two of them had time to kill, since their class was just inside that
hallway. Kyle was in just a bit of a rush, but was relieved to see them anyway.
He didn’t have much time to stop and chat at all the previous two days of
school, since he was constantly flying in and out of school between classes to
deal with a Zanderia problem, or some new mage was appearing, and he needed to
convince Magus Forest was healthy for them.
He
approached them and sucked in a deep breath, letting all his exhaustion catch
up with him, and then smiled as he breathed out.
“You know,
if you wanted, I could wear the bracelet and dance around as Blue Nexus for a
while,” Kip said. He smiled.
“I think
the rest of the world will be with me when I say: pass,” Kyle said. “You can’t, anyway, the bracelet is bonded to me
so that only I can use it. You’d probably, like, explode or something.”
“Seems
violent,” Luke said.
Kip nodded.
“Have you seen Andreus today, at all?”
“No, why?”
Kyle asked.
“He wasn’t
in my first period,” Kip said. “What about at practice?”
Kyle rolled
his eyes. “Do you think he ran off already?”
“Dude, he’s
been acting pretty weird,” Kip said. “Like, completely off on his own, not
talking to anyone. Weird.”
“That’s
probably because he’s had some evil witch lady whispering in his ear,” Luke
said. “Kyle, you haven’t tried talking to him?”
“Well he
was at practice yesterday,” Kyle said, rather pointedly at Kip. “And I did try
talking to him about it, but he wouldn’t say anything to me. Like, at all. I don’t know if it’s because he
thinks I’m not a mage so I wouldn’t get it, or what.”
“So just
show him the mark,” Kip said. He gestured at it. Kyle had his jacket rolled up
just enough for the grown mark to not be visible. “Not like you can hide it all
the time.”
“Yeah, if
you tell him, and show him, that
you’re a mage, he’ll probably listen to you,” Luke said. “Or maybe Demon mages
just have a bad rap among the mage community, who knows.”
“Yeah, I’m
sure being a ‘demon’ mage is inviting,” Kyle said. “Invite one over for
Thanksgiving, they’ll be a great time.”
“Well it’s
a better idea than talking to a brick wall,” Kip said. “Why not give it a
shot?”
“Because I
don’t know of he’ll blow my cover to spite me,” Kyle said. “If Tania is the one
pulling at him, then she’s also telling him that Magus Forest are full of the
bad guys and she’ll want Andreus working against anyone who associates with
them.”
“Oh, true
that,” Kip said.
“You can’t
let him go on like this, though,” Luke said. “Someone’s going to confront him,
and Tania might not be as merciful to regular people.”
Kyle
grimaced and nodded. The minute bell rang out over them. Everyone in the
outside hallway flinched and picked up the pace just a little bit. Kyle said
goodbye to his friends and walked speedily toward the next hallway, turning in
quickly and then sliding through the open doorway, just past his teacher.
He eased
into his seat, looking over to where Sandy once sat. He bowed his head removed
his textbook, sliding it onto the desk before placing his head lightly atop it
as a poor pillow.
“Now, Mr.
Raiden, is that anything to do in a classroom?”
Kyle’s head
reared back up. That voice, no, it couldn’t…
Standing
where his teacher was supposed to be, wearing a dress vest and slacks like a
teacher might with her hair done up, was Tania. She strode across the
classroom, mocking his teacher’s stride.
No, wait,
this isn’t real.
Kyle turned
to the student behind him. “Hey, is he looking any different today? Something
seems a bit…off.”
“Nah, man
he’s the same,” the student said.
Kyle smiled
back at Tania. Gotcha.
She smiled
back at him. “I don’t care if you noticed, what matters is that I’m here and
you have to listen to me. Speak out of line and people will think you’re crazy.
They’re all just listening to your instructor right now, completely unawares of
what’s really happening.”
Kyle bit
the inside of his lip. He wanted to scream at Tania, wanted to tell her to let
go of Andreus and let him go back to normal. But she had him in a bind. Damn
this woman.
“I
overheard you earlier talking with your friends,” Tania said. A chill shot down
Kyle’s back. “I won’t harm them if you don’t harm me. And you have no reason to
harm me. Andreus is mine now, Demon mage. Under my tutelage, in fact. We’ve had
quite a few lessons, and he’s keeping up as well as some of the others. Perhaps
he will awaken like the others have as well.”
Kyle cocked
his eyebrow.
“Oh, yes,
Andreus is very close to his own personal awakening,” Tania said. “He’s quite
the learner. Able to pick up on my lessons, though he is still blind to proper
technique. When he awakens he will learn. I’m surprised he didn’t, what with
the great explosion of magic around the world. I’m sure you felt that. That
golden power surging through all the mages and would-be mages just a few days
ago? It was terrifying, truly terrifying. Luckily, I’ve already made my moves,
unlike your Magus Forest. They are just sitting on their hands, waiting for
something to happen. In times like this, the only thing that does is open up
for any enemy attack.”
Tania was
talking like they were at war, but with who? That mummy mage? He was just one
man, and yeah, he blocked one of Kyle’s attacks pretty easily but if he could
gang up on that guy with Brenda and Brian like they did with Alucard, it would
be a pretty easy fight. Especially with the leaps and bounds they’d made
fighting together.
“Don’t even
consider combatting him on your own,” Tania said. “Even with your otherworldly
powers, you couldn’t even comprehend his. I suppose Magus Forest really is a
poor excuse for teachers, they haven’t even taught you about who projected that
power. And how effortless it was for them. It’s for that precise reason that I
have to keep Andreus with me. He’ll learn more than ever with me, and be better
prepared for his awakening. Magus Forest wouldn’t teach him to control it, they
would just baby him and praise him for how good it all is.”
Tania followed
the same path that Kyle’s teacher did every class period. He wondered if she
did this often with Andreus, to brainwash him in some way. Kyle’s attention was
on her—it had to be if he were going to keep up the guise that he were paying
attention. It was the most he’d paid attention in school in forever. So,
silver-lining there, right?
“Magus
Forest will fall of its own power and in the end who is going to be there to
stop the more sinister mages from consuming our way of life?” asked Tania. “I
only want to help the world of magic, but Magus Forest is too stubborn to lend
me a hand, so I can’t work with them. If you would only open your eyes you
could see the good I’m doing. I won’t keep trying with you if you won’t work
for me, I’m not going to jam my beliefs down your throat. But speak with
Andreus, and I can send others to you to understand. My way is the better way
of learning.”
So far,
from her learning, Kyle had seen Andreus devolve into little more than a sack
of meat wandering around and playing lacrosse. There wasn’t much to convince
him that this was the best choice for all mages.
“You’ll
find Andreus at your practice later today,” Tania said. The reality fabric she
placed over Kyle was beginning to fade, and his teacher was glitching back into
his vision. “Do talk with him, it can only be for your benefit.”
Tania
vanished in a blink as she was wont to do. Kyle clenched a fist and laid his
head back down on his textbook. He didn’t want to hate magic, but Tania was
making it so easy for him to do so.
The Sun
bled through slits in the thick canopy of Magus Forest. Brenda stepped out of
her small hut and let the magic pour of her core and into her hands, where she
weaved a small cube in seconds. It glowed red, the same color of her hair and
her eyes. It was warm against the colder air of the morning. Her toes tingled
in the cold wetness of the morning dew. She wore only a shift and some athletic
shorts that she’d borrowed from Kyle before. It was some of her more
comfortable clothing, and nobody in the forest cared how she dressed.
She was up
along with some of the Combat mages, as well as the ones in training. No doubt
the Grand Elder was awake—Brenda wondered if the woman ever even slept—as were
her closest advisors. More mages were coming into the forest thanks to her and
Kyle’s efforts. One of the Elder’s advisors tasked Brenda with taking the day
off and relaxing her magic so that she could bear the brunt of journeying
around the world again. Brenda had to admit: it was exhaustive work. The
Zanderia tasked her similarly sometimes, but this was about getting to so many
different locations in a much short span.
Her
communicator was left in her small, makeshift hut. The hut was something of
Sandy’s creation, though it was clearly made hurriedly and was not built to
last. Brenda stayed with the peoples of Magus Forest as long as the Grand Elder
needed her help. She supposed that meant until there was another Shield mage to
carry the load of mentorship, or at least until Brenda could find more Shield
mages to discover how best to use their magic.
Brenda’s
mentor, an alien named Furc from a planet in the Gargantua sector, had only
taught her how to use her powers for about a week before one of Ytu, the War
God, discovered he was involved in a plot to make a move against her life and
had him executed. Brenda was then imprisoned on Veleron and had to learn her
magic there. She wasn’t sure how to
teach because of this, since she taught herself through years of meditation and
letting the magic come to her naturally.
So when the
Grand Elder tasked her with training another of the Shield mages, Brenda was at
a complete loss for words at how to handle it all. In the end she taught the
mage how to construct a barrier and told the mage that meditation was the best
solution in terms of increasing one’s magical abilities. She wasn’t wrong, she
just wasn’t help much…at all.
One the
Grand Elder’s advisors strode from his hut and met Brenda halfway in the middle
circle, where a bonfire was erected for later in the evening. They held great
fires—invisible to the wandering, human eye—once a week to celebrate all that
they’d done in the past week and as a way of coming together.
“Good
morning,” Brenda said.
The advisor
nodded, slightly bowing to her. Brenda tried to hide a blush. As one of the
“mentors” she was taken with more respect than most of the others. She was just
a guest in reality, but the Grand Elder liked to make Brenda feel a little
better. After all, she did claim that Brenda was one of the strongest mages the
forest had seen in centuries. Brenda found that hard to believe.
“Indeed,”
the advisor said. “The Grand Elder would like you to head up a new arrival that
is on their way.”
“Isn’t
there a meeting party out there already?” Brenda asked.
“This one
may require a better attention,” the advisor said. “She didn’t explain it, but
it sounds as if this one is quite the mage. If they become hostile, you’ll have
backup. If not, you have an escort.”
“How
regal,” Brenda muttered.
“Once he
arrives in the village bring him to the Grand Elder,” the advisor said. “We
await you there, Shindari.”
Brenda
smiled at him. All the mages in the forest called her by her real name, except
for Sandy. It didn’t bother her as much as it may if regular humans knew her
name, but it was strange to hear it so often and so casual. Normally, it was
the prison guards on Veleron that called her Shindari in a mocking way.
They nodded
to each other and headed off. Brenda moved quickly through the village and was
in the forest overgrowth in moments. She stepped over some thick roots to be on
the main path, jogging lightly through the forest. Her feet stamped into the
wet ground, making small indents on the dirt. It squished beneath her, and
tickled.
She
would’ve had a smile on her face were it not for the impending mage that was
clearly headed her way. Whoever this was, they were a Demon mage by the feel of
it, and one that either couldn’t fully control their power, or was well aware
that they were making some sort of entrance.
Brenda
headed up the front guard of the forest, who stood with a man about Phoenix’s
age. He had pitch black eyes, long black hair, but colorful shirts and shorts.
He wore a jacket from the University of California, with the hood pulled back
halfway on his head. His hands were stuffed in his pocket.
“Good
morning,” Brenda said. She gestured at the front guard. “Thank you for bringing
him, I can guide him to the forest on my own now.”
“That’s
fine,” the guard said. “But if he tries anything foolish.”
“Yeah, I
know,” Brenda said. “I’ll holler.”
The guard
spurred his horse and thundered down the main path. The Demon mage turned and
watched them go, and when he returned his attention to Brenda, he still had a
bored expression planted on his face.
“So much
for a guard,” he said. “I could’ve walked right through them.”
“You think
you’re that strong to just break into Magus Forest?” Brenda asked.
“Probably,”
he said. “Who’re you? You look familiar.”
“You
might’ve seen me once or twice flying by overhead,” she said. She stepped
closer to the Demon mage and held out her hand. “My name’s Shindari, I’m with
the Zanderia.”
The Demon
Mage nodded slowly. “Oh, right, with the Phoenix and the Blue Nexus. Yeah,
cool. My name’s John, I’m a senior at Cal-Berkley.”
Brenda had
no idea what that meant. “Neat. Want to come check out the village before
meeting our Grand Elder?”
John
smiled. “It’s not even that weird to get new people?”
“No, not
really,” Brenda said. “It happens all the time now. There’s been a great wave
of magic, I was actually just with…someone else…trying to find a Demon mage
like you.”
“What gave
it away?” John asked. “You can’t see my mark.”
“Black eyes
are a pretty good indicator,” Brenda said. “Like how my eyes, and I guess my
hair, tell you what kind of mage I am.”
“Shield,
yeah, I’m not stupid,” John said. “I studied magecraft at Cal for a semester.”
“They have
a study on magic in California?”
John
smirked. “Not on record. Could probably teach you a thing or two about some
magic.”
Brenda
nodded. “I’d be happy to learn. Perhaps you can tell the Grand Elder some of
these techniques. Come on, I’ll show you the way.”
John
gestured for her to go and Brenda did. She lagged a step, waiting to be even
with him. John, the entire walk, looked dead ahead and with an equally dead
expression on his face. Most of the mages that came marveled at the immense
magical presence the forest gave off, as well as the spectacle of seeing the
village and its mages.
“Huts and a
bonfire, amazing,” John said. “You’d think that mages have been so integrated
in society that they’d build off of it. Tell me that someone here thinks the
Earth is flat.”
“Out here
we’re one with our magic,” Brenda said. “It’s what gives us more of our
strength and unifies us as a community.”
“Twigs and
leaves can make you stronger, that’s phenomenal,” John said.
They walked
past the bonfire. John flicked his wrist at it, and part of the wood splintered
away with ease. Brenda ignored the smarmy move.
“The
radiance of the power here makes us stronger,” Brenda said. “As someone that
studied magi you should understand its properties and how it interacts with the
environments.”
“Yeah,
sure, getting back to our roots and whatever,” John said. “Except I lived in a
city and I became a stronger mage than you, so what’s that tell you about being
natural?”
“Excuse
me?” Brenda asked.
An advisor
appeared, miraculously, from the tent. He approached the two of them. John’s
expression hadn’t changed in the slightest, and Brenda could hardly understand
what she was even hearing. Stronger
than her? Stronger than someone that could defeat Blue Nexus in combat? No way.
Not this punk!
“The Grand
Elder would like to see you,” the advisor said, but his inflection gave Brenda
the impression he was speaking to her as well. She gestured for John to go
first and he did.
He whistled
when he entered the Grand Elder’s tent. She sat, cross-legged, in the back atop
a cushion, smiling at her new arrivals. The tent smelled of power incense and
was lit with multi-colored candles. The advisor brushed past Brenda and stood
next to the Grand Elder. “Welcome,
John,” the Grand Elder said. “And welcome back, Shindari. Thank you for
escorting our new arrival.”
“I could’ve
figured out the path on my own, I’m not an idiot,” John said.
“You’re
right,” the Grand Elder sad. “An idiot would assume they can defeat an opponent
they’ve only just met. Certainly you are not that.”
John’s face
twisted for half a second, but it was all that Brenda nodded. She bit down on her
inside lip to stop her smile. The Grand Elder’s smile did not waver.
“You must
have journeyed far to get here,” the Grand Elder said.
“Not
really. I took a nonstop flight,” John said.
“Regardless,”
the Grand Elder said. “We’re happy you’re here. What do you make of the
village?”
“Oh, you
mean the Stone Age?” asked John. “Yeah, it’d be great in a museum. How can you
get anything done without a training facility?”
“We are our
own facility,” the Grand Elder said. “There are many private spots in the
forest where one can go to train.”
“That’s
great,” John said. “So I can, what, knock over some trees? I sensed the mages
that are here, how am I supposed to learn anything from mages that are weaker
than me? They’re all just a bunch of noobs.”
“Says the
guy speaking to the Grand Elder,”
Brenda said.
“Shindari,
please,” the Grand Elder said. “Treat our guest with more respect. He makes a
point, many of our mages are young and inexperienced. They require mentorship.”
“That I’m
not gonna provide for you,” John said. “I thought this place had more to offer.
Instead it’s just people living off the dirt pretending like this is some sort
of sanctuary.”
“Perhaps,”
the Grand Elder said. “But I sense chaos brewing in the outside world.”
“There’s
always case there,” John said.
“Of a kind
that cannot be stopped unless we unite the mages of the world together to stop
it,” the Grand Elder said. “Like it or not, John, but we will need your help.”
John
finally cracked a smile. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just let me know when I have a
proper sparring partner. I’m a bit rusty with some of my magic.”
The Grand
Elder nodded, signaling John to leave. Brenda watched him go, and the Grand
Elder chuckled.
“He is
quite spirited,” the Grand Elder said.
“He’s
arrogant and bigoted,” Brenda said. “Master, what does he provide us?”
“A good
laugh, apparently,” the Grand Elder said. “Stay close to him, Shindari. Perhaps
your kind heart will rub off on his. Or perhaps he’ll ask to fight you, and you
can show him the ferocity of a Shield mage master.”
Brenda
bowed and the Grand Elder bowed back. Brenda disliked when she did that, as if the
Grand Elder had any reason to show a lesser mage that level of respect. “Thank
you, Grand Elder.”
She exited
the tent and was met by a little more sunlight. She sensed John heading further
into the forest, to go off and train. She clenched a fist, then released it,
letting more of her magic pour into her hand. Best to let him be off on his
own, perhaps feel the forest out a little more.
She looked
back over to the bonfire, and replaced the piece of wood he’d broken off if it.
Mira stood
outside the locker room spraying one of the carts down with a hose, letting
clouds of small water bits go everywhere. She wiped away a rogue splash from
her face, then turned the water off and began scrubbing the middle section of
the cart with a cloth. Kyle stepped over to her, and clip-clop of his cleats on the ground informed her of his arrival.
“Spill something?”
he asked, squatting down next to her.
“No,
apparently someone from the track team thought it would be clever to put a
towel with their blood on it back on the cart,” Mira said. “It started to stain
so I was charged with cleaning it instead of getting things ready for practice.”
She put her elbow into the next scrub, then backed off. Kyle swiped his hand
over the water, and there was just a red splotch left.
“Well hey
at least they left a mark,” Kyle said. “That’s cool.”
“It’s
gross,” Mira said. She stood up and helped Kyle get to his feet. He groaned as
his muscles called out for him to stay down. “Jeez, worn out already?”
“Practice
isn’t very kind when you’re the only one doing anything,” Kyle said. “Or, at
least, the only one trying to keep up with Andreus.”
“Yeah, he’s
wild out there,” Mira said. “What’s up with him, did someone piss him off or
something? I never see him around anymore, doesn’t that mean he can get kicked
off the team if he doesn’t go to class?”
“I don’t
think Coach would let him go so easily,” Kyle said. “Not while he’s our best
player.”
Mira nudged
his shoulder. “Second best?”
“No,
definitely our best. He’s a lot, uh, stronger than I am,” Kyle said.
“Fine,
whatever,” Mira said. She gestured at the cart. “Help me bring the cooler to
the field?”
He did as
she asked and the two of them walked to the practice field together, where
Andreus was actually standing amongst some people but was making nothing of it.
The other boys were laughing and talking like normal.
Practice
also proceeded like normal. Or, at least, as normal as it had been. Kyle pushed
himself to his physical limits to keep up with how easily Andreus moved through
the drills. Kyle could swear the guy was just walking when they were jogging.
As they moved through some plays, simple walkthroughs to get ready for their
first bit of live action, Andreus’s size was easily noticeable. He walked around
some of the team’s biggest players as if they were little kids.
Coach surprised
them all, though at the end of practice, as he divided the teams up—pretty
evenly, for a scrimmage. Panic swelled in Kyle. Thankfully he was against
Andreus, but had no guarantee that he could contain him should he decide to go
all out.
They moved
their gear to the stadium, where some of the other athletic teams were gathered
to watch them play. There were high hopes for lacrosse this year, with so many
seniors on the team with years of experience—and since the J/V team last year
was pretty damn impressive—so it made sense for them to come out. Not to
mention that the lacrosse boys had many friends in other sports.
Kyle lined
up across from Andreus. Instead of eyeing the face-off, Kyle kept a steady eye
on Andreus.
“Don’t do
anything stupid,” Kyle said. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mira setting
up, and she looked concerned for Kyle. “Andreus, keep it under control. Don’t
run too hard. Don’t do anything to set off your powers.”
Andreus
said nothing back.
Coach blew
the whistle and they were off. Andreus sprinted downfield. Kyle charged after
him, losing steps to him with each passing second. The Demon mark itched inside
his body, begging him to dig into that power.
Kyle
positioned himself between the midfielder and Andreus, knowing that if Andreus
moved, Kyle couldn’t keep up. He blocked a lane for the midfielder to take for the
pass and an oncoming defender forced the midfielder to run. Kyle swatted the
ball away and his defender scooped it up, lobbing it to Kyle.
Andreus
thundered after him, running at his top speed. Kyle became less concerned for the
ball and more for his own life. He turned his body, and used all the torque he
could muster to launch the ball across the field to another wide open striker. Coach
almost had a heart attack until the ball landed safely in the pouch, and then
Coach sang Kyle’s praises. Andreus moved past Kyle with ease before returning
to his position.
Kyle’s team
scored, making Andreus’s team hungry for a point. Andreus took off past Kyle,
who anticipated it this time, and was already running before Andreus moved. He
was able to move with him step-for-step until Andreus planted his feet,
creating a rut in the ground, and caught a pass. He launched the ball to the
goal, slamming it into the net and forcing the goalie to duck. It was a shot
from the sideline not even a pro could make.
“Calm down,” Kyle said. “You’re using the
Power magic in your stick.”
“It’s
called infusion,” Andreus said. “Tania taught it to me. I’m using it.”
Kyle
groaned and jogged after Andreus.
Kyle’s team
tried to get offense going but it failed and Andreus had the ball. Kyle headed
him up, trying to force him out of his lane. He threw his shoulder into
Andreus, who angrily swung to pass the ball away.
Ting!
It bounced
off Kyle’s stick and soared in the other direction, bouncing off the table and
almost cleaving off Mira’s head. She hit the deck, trembling.
Kyle spun
away and gripped Andreus’s jersey. Andreus grabbed Kyle’s, and Kyle could feel
that he was on his toes not because of himself, but because Andreus was lifting
him.
“You need
to stop before I make you stop,” Kyle said.
“How you
gonna do…” Andreus trailed off, looking down Kyle’s sleeve. The Demon mark glowed
in the shadow. “A Demon mage? You’re…you’re one of them?”
Kyle pushed
Andreus away. “Go home.”
Coach blew
his whistle a few more times as an assistant coach came between Kyle and
Andreus, barking orders at them to stay separated. Kyle walked away from
Andreus, who remained dazed. He stole a glance up at Mira, who was back on her
feet, examining the wound in the table. Kyle shook his head, and heard a
familiar laugh coming from the stands.
Tania was
watching. Of course.
Kyle slammed
his gym locker shut the next day, resting his head against it. It’d been a
rough morning, with his muscles aching all over the place and getting an earful
from one of the assistant coaches about almost fighting with his other captain.
The coach didn’t get what was going on, so Kyle just put up an act of apology.
Andreus
shared the same gym class as Kyle, and glared over at Kyle with every chance he
got. Kyle tried to avoid Andreus. He wondered if the guy was beyond the point
of Tania’s brainwashing; if he could even be convinced that Tania was ruining
his life.
Kyle slid
his backpack over his shoulder and was about to move when a muscular arm shot
in front of him, blocking his path.
“I can’t
believe you’re a Demon mage,” he said, rather loudly. “One of them. Tania told me all about Demon
mages. You were probably working with Alucard to blow up ACC or East City, weren’t
you?”
“You don’t
know what you’re talking about, you idiot,” Kyle said. “I fought against Alucard.
Tania’s lying to you, man, she’s been lying this entire time.”
“No, she
hasn’t lied to me about a single damn thing,” Andreus said. “You said you weren’t a mage, and you
probably me wouldn’t have told me you’re a dark mage.”
“I’m not a
dark mage,” Kyle said. He realized they were making a scene. Some of the boys
were moving over to intervene.
Kyle
swatted down Andreus’s arm with all of his power and walked out of the locker
room. Andreus followed him, grabbed Kyle’s backpack. Kyle spun around, clenching
a fist but keeping it at his side.
“You’re not
gonna walk away from me,” Andreus said. “Dark mage.”
“Shut your
damn mouth,” Kyle said. “You’re being brainwashed by Tania, you’re just saying the
same stupid stuff she is. Open your eyes! Stop being so stupid, you’re a smart
guy.”
Andreus
nodded and took a step toward Kyle. He saw the Power mage mark glowing on his
arm. “You’re right. I am. So I’m gonna deal with this.”
Before Kyle
could move, Andreus blasted him back with a shove. Kyle plowed through the gym
doors and crashed onto the basketball court, his head ringing. He stood up,
dazed, and rolled away from Andreus’s next punch into the ground.
Next time: Andreus's secret is out and there's no stopping him now! That is, unless Kyle were to reveal he's a Demon mage to the whole school. Maybe there's another mage who can stop Andreus...but will they be friendly? Find out in "Blue Nexus #57- Classroom Blitz"!
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