I am an Eldritch Entity

The floor of the battle arena was a wide open area with multiple arenas in the lowermost layer. All the arenas were covered by a white film in a dome shape.

Between the arenas, staircases were placed which connected to the higher layer. The arenas in the second lowermost layer were less in number than the layer below it, while being larger in size.

The arrangement continued onwards till the eleventh layer which was occupied by a single large arena, with dedicated spectator stands unique to the highest layer.

Since the match hadn’t yet begun, he walked with Syndra to a secluded corner of the floor, where she continued.

"You deceived me back then, and you deceived me now as well."

Eryndor raised his hand.

"No need to make it so serious. And it wasn’t me who told you I belonged to a big family. You said it yourself."

"You didn’t deny it either."

He shrugged after a moment of thought. "Fair."

He then continued.

"Anyway, what would you have done about Polinek? Didn’t you see the crimes Pat committed?"

Syndra hesitated, then said. "I would have notified my family, given them more time to prepare for the backlash."

Eryndor ruthlessly exposed her delusion. "As if that wouldn’t have alerted anyone."

He turned his back on her after leaving a single sentence, unconcerned if she would understand the hidden meaning. "Pat Ravencroft had to die by Lucian’s hands. It was all in humanity’s interest."

"All solved?"

Paulina asked. She hadn’t followed him out of courtesy and privacy.

Eryndor nodded, then looked at the fight which had just begun.

Syndra joined shortly after, only uttering a short thank you before focusing on the match alongside him.

Suffice to say, it was interesting. Edward was tall, with a beard and heavy build to go along with it. He almost looked like a middle aged man.

That wasn’t to say he might not be one. The Academy enrolled people of all ages, as long as they had the connections or an innate ability.

Yes, innate ability could be awakened in people of all ages. It was just more common in youngsters.

Different people had different theories about it, with the most popular one being that youngsters held the highest hope for humanity, thus the Earth gifted them most frequently.

Eryndor watched the match carefully, not willing to miss the fight.

It was between two second year students who stood at the peak of the first level of their power systems.

"His ability…has rather interesting rules. He can only regress an object with relation to one aspect at a time."

Eryndor spoke after watching the match for a few minutes.

Paulina and Syndra felt like they partly understood what he was talking about, but there was a spectator standing nearby who heard what Eryndor said and turned around.

He looked at the young man and asked.

"Can you explain what you meant just now young lad?"

Eryndor looked at the middle aged man who posed him the question just now.

The person saw Eryndor looking at him blankly so he extended his hand.

"I am Edward’s dad, Ralph. I am here only to support my child, but I don’t really have any knowledge about fights sooo—"

The man left his sentence hanging and shrugged.

Eryndor shook his hand. "Eryndor. Just a random bystander."

He then pointed at Edward’s wounds and his weapon.

"You saw his wounds recover when he used his ability on them. You wouldn’t have been able to glean much information from this.

"But look at his weapon. It’s a flexible type which bends.

"There were two distinct moments when his ability brought about a different result to it.

"The first time he used his ability, the shape of the weapon regressed to what it previously was.

"The second time he used it, the weapon he had thrown was back into his hand, but there was no change to its shape, even when the battle at that point needed a straight weapon.

"He only changed it two seconds later after it was back in his hand."

Eryndor put his hand on his chin as he concluded.

"So, there must only be one aspect it can regress at a time, with a time limit between each use of his ability.

"The first time, he regressed the weapon two seconds back in time in relation to ’shape’. So, the shape of the weapon changed.

"The second time, he regressed the weapon two seconds back in time in relation to ’place’. Which resulted in the weapon returning to its hand since that was its ’place’ two seconds ago.

"The consumption of his energy might vary depending on the amount of time reversed and the aspect he is referring to."

By the time he had finished, a greater number of people were paying attention to him with raised eyebrows and looks of awe.

Even Syndra and Paulina, who only had a vague idea, were impressed how clearly Eryndor analyzed the ability in the middle of the fight without being explicitly told.

Even Ralph was impressed, but Eryndor’s brows furrowed shortly after.

"Wait, I overlooked this, how do you not know your son’s ability? Did he never share it with you? And how is a parent allowed in the Academy? Are you a professor?"

Eryndor fired off questions one after another when he realized he had overlooked such a basic thing.

Ralph chuckled.

"I do indeed know my son’s ability. I just wanted to check if you got it right, since it was rather quick how you said you figured it out just a couple minutes into the fight.

"I am a researcher in the Human Federation, of course I’ll be allowed in the Academy haha. It was my son’s first ranked match, so I must obviously watch it.

"You are an impressive young lad. Maybe I’ll show you the results of my recent project once it’s completed."

Eryndor smiled slightly, and focused his attention back on the match.

Just then, the majority of the phones beeped at once.

Eryndor, Paulina and Syndra exchanged glances while taking out their devices, checked what it was about.

"Oh, the mode of Bi-annual tournament has been announced."