I am an Eldritch Entity

Sander gasped as he finished speaking. With one hand on his blade, he put the other on the podium to balance himself.

One of the two men who were walking behind him quickly stepped forward to hold him but Sander only whispered.

"I am fine."

He looked at the students and spoke.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce you to these two gentlemen."

He pointed to one of the men standing behind him.

"He is Guardian Sol, an up and coming rising star of the Human Federation. For your information, he graduated from the Academy itself, so he could be said to be your senior."

He then pointed to another man after a brief period of panting. One of the heads he was wearing on his body dropped on the platform due to his movement but he didn’t seem to pay it any mind.

It was just for show and deterrence after all.

"This man… is the one who suggested Guardian Sol to be the head of this tournament. You should know who he is.

"Co-founder Morris, the one who returned from the secret realm after being stuck for several years. Yes, it is where the tournament is going to be held."

The students clamored about.

Even a Co-founder level existence was stuck in that place for so many years, doesn’t that already show how dangerous the secret realm was?

This time, the one introduced as Guardian Sol stepped forward, gently putting a hand on Sander’s shoulder and insisting him to rest.

"You’ve done your part. You are a hero, it’s time to rest. I’ll handle them."

Compared to Sander, Guardian Sol’s voice was much gentler and he spoke with a smile on his face.

Turning towards the students below, he explained.

"The secret realm has already been thoroughly scanned for any danger above your level, there’s no need to worry."

He then pointed to Morris, and continued.

"During all those years when the secret realm’s entrance was blocked, Senior Morris along with his team continued to hunt the dangerous anomalies and monsters present in the secret realm.

"In the end only he alone managed to return alive, but remember, he fulfilled his goals. To commemorate his achievements and his return, the tournament this year was decided to be special and in the same secret realm.

"There’s no need to worry, we wouldn’t send you to a dangerous zone."

Morris smiled, continuing where Sol had left.

"And…even if it was dangerous, you’ll still have Guardian Sol in the secret realm alongside you. I’ll also be on standby just in case.

"Lastly, if things do take a dangerous turn. What are you afraid of? What are you training for? What were your aspirations when you joined the academy?

"Was it to be a power balloon? To sit in your chairs after you gain power?"

Morris suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs.

"WHAT WAS IT FOR?"

A student below replied in a similarly loud voice.

"Fight!"

Morris repeated.

"Yes! Fight!"

He clenched his hand and made a strong punching motion in the air.

"What are we here for?"

"FIGHT!"

This time a larger number of students raised their voices and responded.

"WHAT DO WE DO?"

Morris bellowed.

"WE FIGHT!"

Almost the entire crowd responded, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Eryndor didn’t feel the collective sense of responsibility, or honor, but he still followed along to not stand out.

He preferred contributing in his own ways. Just like letting Lucian take his revenge.

Pat was a Commander level figure.

Neither Lucian, nor Calix were on par with him. Technically it was a loss for humanity. But Eryndor still let it be.

He wanted Lucian to have his revenge, and in the long run it would’ve been profitable to humanity rather than a loss. Calix’s ability was borderline broken in early stages.

Eryndor’s attention was once again grabbed by the figure on the platform who had just finished his speech.

Morris waved his hand, and a massive aircraft appeared in the distance. It was approaching them at an insane speed, halting over their skies in less than a minute.

Eryndor saw Sander leave through an armored car, assisted by Professor Melissa.

So he was indeed her brother huh.

He then watched as the aircraft descended, landing on an open area beside where the students had gathered, kicking up massive amounts of dust.

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Sol and Morris headed towards the spaceship, with all the students following after them.

"C’mon, let’s go."

Eryndor told his team.

He held his spiked mace in one hand, its head resting on his shoulder, with a travel bag already worn on his back.

Paulina had daggers sheathed in her waist belt, while Drakarion had worn knuckle dusters.

Valentina didn’t have any weapon, since her battlestyle was probably the most versatile given how she could copy any ability.

Edward used a flexible spear which was made with a material which wouldn’t revert to its original shape quickly, while Syndra used a sword.

Eryndor had to admit, he almost fell in love immediately with her sword when he asked to closely examine it.

It wasn’t that he liked the weapon itself, but very much liked its design.

The markings on it were beautiful and elegant, while the handle was incredibly comfortable to hold. With reluctance he had to return it to Syndra though.

The flight took barely an hour, and the spaceship was big enough that everyone could stand comfortably. Yes, stand. There was no sitting area.

From above, through the windows of the aircraft, Eryndor gazed at the massive vortex in the sky.

Swirling bands of iridescent light twisted around its edges, shifting through various colors.

At its center, a vast abyss yawned open, neither black nor empty, but filled with a shifting, liquid-like expanse of distorted stars and warped reflections of distant galaxies.

Occasionally, jagged arcs of energy crackled across its threshold, sending brief pulses of unnatural gravity rippling outward.

Eryndor knew why the spaceship had halted so far from the portal to the secret realm.

The occasional outbreak of energy was decimating any kind of obstacle which it met.

It went on for a little more than two minutes before an Agent operating the aircraft announced.

"Alright, it’s safe to enter now. We’re heading in."

Indeed, Eryndor could see that the energy outbreak had halted.

So the tournament will finally start huh?