Extra Of The Magus Academy

The night was shattered by chaos.

What had once been a contained disturbance within the academy’s holding cells had spiraled into an all-out disaster. The Tainted Spirit—once a mere specter bound within a Soul Crystal—had transformed.

No longer a wraith-like entity lurking in the shadows, it had evolved into a monstrous abomination. Explore more at NovelBin.Côm

Its massive, grotesque body pulsated with raw, corrupted energy, constantly shifting as if its very form rejected stability.

Jagged tendrils, each stretching over thirty feet long, lashed out violently, carving deep gouges into the academy grounds. Its dark form was unnatural, writhing and pulsing like a living shadow, devouring everything in its wake.

But worst of all were its eyes.

Hollow, abyssal voids that radiated hunger—an endless, insatiable hunger for more souls.

It had already feasted on the guards.

Their bodies had long since withered, their spirits torn from them and absorbed into its ever-growing mass. With each new victim, it grew stronger. Larger.

And now, it was on the verge of turning its wrath upon the students and staff.

The alarms rang out across the academy, their shrill wails tearing through the once-peaceful night. In every building, in every dormitory, Mages were jolted awake by the overwhelming pressure of the Tainted Spirit’s power.

It wasn’t long before the academy’s most powerful figures were gathered.

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"Thank you all for coming."

Within a grand chamber in the central academy tower, four figures stood in grim silence.

The Heads of Student Affairs from each of the rival academies had convened—each of them formidable in their own right.

At the head of the gathering was Beatrice Lampshade, the esteemed and commanding leader of the Akashic Magus Academy.

Clad in regal silver and dark violet robes, she radiated authority, her piercing eyes surveying the others with unwavering confidence.

Standing across from her was Heinrich Vale, the stoic and battle-scarred Head of the Orion Sagw. His presence was as solid as iron, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he observed the situation with a tactical mind.

To his right, Garrik Durnhelm of Asura Spirit loomed, an absolute giant of a man with arms like tree trunks. His heavy plate armor barely seemed to weigh him down, and the crackling energy that danced around his gauntlets spoke volumes of his sheer power.

The last of the quartet was Dreyfus Lakyus, the lanky and timid Head from the Nirvana Gate Academy

Behind them, lined up in disciplined formation, stood the Instructors—each one a veteran Mage of unparalleled skill.

Their combined presence alone was enough to make the air feel dense, their spiritual pressure pressing against the walls like a brewing storm.

The severity of the situation was clear. @@novelbin@@

"This thing is growing out of control," Heinrich stated, his voice grim. "If it keeps consuming souls at this rate, it could become a catastrophe."

"It already is a catastrophe," Dreyfus countered, his voice calm yet biting. "We need to act now."

"Agreed," Garrik rumbled. "No time for hesitation."

All eyes turned to Beatrice.

She met their gazes, then gave a single, decisive nod.

"I’ll lead the assault," she declared.

None of the others objected.

They knew better than to argue with Beatrice Lampshade when it came to battle.

Behind her, the assembled Instructors straightened, readying themselves. Some cracked their knuckles, others drew their weapons, but all of them were prepared.

No more words were needed.

Beatrice raised her hand, and an intricate array of golden sigils appeared beneath the gathered warriors, glowing brilliantly. The magic circle widened, enveloping them all in a surge of teleportation energy.

In an instant, the air around them warped, the chamber vanishing—

And the battlefield awaited them.

The Tainted Spirit, now a towering monstrosity, loomed over the horizon.

Its abyssal eyes turned toward them.

It screamed.

ZZZTTTZZZZ!!!

The night air crackled with raw power.

The four Head of Student Affairs stood before the towering Tainted Spirit, their expressions hard as steel.

Around them, the air shimmered with the aftershock of their teleportation, but none of them hesitated.

"ROAAARRR!!!"

The monstrosity before them let out another deafening, unnatural scream, its abyssal eyes locking onto the warriors with insatiable hunger. Its amorphous body of writhing shadows pulsed, its massive tentacles lashing out in chaotic arcs, crushing the academy structures around it like brittle twigs.

This was no ordinary creature. It had evolved past the limits of a normal Tainted Spirit, bloated with the stolen souls of its victims, exuding a suffocating aura of corruption.

But the Heads of Student Affairs were undeterred.

Beatrice Lampshade stepped forward, her violet eyes gleaming like stars in the darkness. She lifted a single hand, and the air around her shifted, thick with condensed mana.

"This ends now."

With those three words, she activated her Fusion.

A blinding golden light erupted from her body, engulfing her in a swirling vortex of power. The very ground beneath her trembled, unable to withstand the surge of energy.

The other Heads of Student Affairs followed without hesitation.

Heinrich Vale let out a low chant, his voice reverberating through the battlefield. A storm of metallic fragments spiraled around him, coalescing into a shimmering silver aura. His eyes gleamed like molten steel as he vanished into the light.

Garrik Durnhelm threw his head back and roared, his entire body crackling with raw thunder. Lightning surged through his veins, wrapping his form in a corona of white-hot destruction.

Seraphina Gale, ever the silent storm, simply raised her hand, and the wind obeyed. A spiral of crystal-blue energy encased her, her silhouette flickering like a mirage as the air itself became her weapon.

The Tainted Spirit screeched, sensing the escalation in power. Its form twisted in response, tendrils snapping toward them like spears.

And then, the light faded.

The Head of Student Affairs had changed.

Beatrice emerged first. Her form was sleek and terrifyingly radiant—her armor now shimmering obsidian edged with violet, her eyes glowing like a pair of celestial stars. Ethereal wings of golden light extended from her back, pulsating with pure energy. Her presence alone warped the space around her, making her seem almost divine.

Her Familiar—now fully fused with her—was still unknown, yet the sheer pressure of its existence was overwhelming.

Heinrich now stood clad in silver battle armor, his entire form enhanced with razor-sharp edges, his every movement exuding precision and lethality.

Garrik had become an avatar of destruction, his massive frame crackling with unstable lightning, his arms now resembling titanic gauntlets of pure thunder.

Dreyfus’ transformation was modest and simple—his body now half-ethereal, form constantly shifting between solid and air, making him almost untouchable.

WHOOOOSH!Beatrice moved first.

With a flicker of motion, she vanished—reappearing above the Tainted Spirit with a flash of violet light.

Her hands ignited with pure energy, and with a single downward motion—

"Annihilation Arc."

A colossal blade of golden energy erupted from the heavens, cleaving through the Tainted Spirit’s body with unimaginable force. The shockwave alone shattered the surrounding academy walls, sending debris flying.

The creature howled, its form splitting apart—only for it to reform instantly.

Garrik thundered in next. His gauntlets roared with crackling white-hot energy, and he launched a devastating thunderclap punch straight into the Tainted Spirit’s core. The force was like a falling meteor, sending a ripple of destructive energy that tore through the entire field.

Again, the creature’s body exploded—and again, it regenerated.

"Tch!" Heinrich clicked his tongue, already moving. His hands snapped outward, and the air filled with the sharp, ringing sound of steel.

"Steel Dominion."

A thousand razor-sharp metallic lances materialized mid-air, hovering like the fangs of a great beast—then, in the blink of an eye, they all struck.

The Tainted Spirit was impaled, its body riddled with silver spears of light.

But it did not fall.

Instead, the darkness around it twisted violently, absorbing the attacks, growing stronger.

Dreyfus’ eyes flashed. He raised a hand, and suddenly, the air itself shattered.

"Gale’s Erasure."

A vacuum of compressed wind formed around the Tainted Spirit, isolating its very existence from the world. A sphere of absolute nullification—meant to erase it completely.

For a moment, it seemed as though it had worked—

Then, dark tendrils tore through the sphere.

The Tainted Spirit was unharmed. Worse—its power had increased.

Then, it counterattacked.

SWUSH!

A single tendril snapped forward.

One of the Instructors, a powerful Rank 6 Mage, raised his hands in defense—only to freeze as the tendril touched him.

A horrible, wet sound echoed through the battlefield.

His entire soul was ripped from his body in an instant. His form collapsed—his spirit devoured.

The others followed.

Tendrils lashed out, striking down Instructor after Instructor, each one drained of their very essence before they could even react.

In a matter of moments, the battlefield had shifted.

The Instructors were gone.

Only the four Head of Studenr Affairs remained.

Beatrice clenched her fists, her glowing violet eyes filled with rare frustration. "It’s adapting too fast."

Heinrich exhaled sharply. "At this rate, we’ll be the next ones consumed."

"We need to hold the line." Dreyfus’ expression was grim.

Garrik gritted his teeth, his body still brimming with unspent power. "Then we hold the damn line."

The Tainted Spirit loomed above them, its eyes gleaming with endless hunger.

The battle had only just begun.

And there was no sign of it ending.