The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice

[POV: Lyrius Ryder]

Lyrius and Calenthir stood shoulder to shoulder, their breath steady despite the chaos around them.

The four students before them were strong.

And they had already taken control of the battlefield.

The first opponent lunged—a twin-dagger user.

His movements were erratic, unpredictable—like a shadow slithering through the battlefield.

Each step was calculated to mislead, each strike a feint leading to the real attack.

Lyrius barely twisted in time, the dagger grazing his ribs.

Too close.

Before he could counter—

A second enemy, a towering brute wielding a warhammer, was already swinging down toward him.

No time to dodge.

And then—

A portal flashed beside him.

Lyrius didn't hesitate.

He stepped into it.

In an instant, the battlefield shifted.

He reappeared behind the hammer-wielding brute, blade already mid-swing.

The brute barely had time to raise his weapon—but Lyrius wasn't aiming for him.

The hammer was heavy. Slow.

Lyrius's strike wasn't meant to cut flesh. It was meant to break momentum.

His sword clashed against the haft of the warhammer, forcing it off course.

The brute stumbled forward, thrown off balance.

And then—

Calenthir struck.

Another portal opened mid-air.

Her silhouette flickered, vanishing—only to reappear right above the brute's head.

Her spear drove downward.

A perfect, merciless strike.

The brute's eyes widened.

Too late.

The force of her attack slammed him into the ground.

One down.

The remaining two opponents were already reacting.

A long-range mage—chanting.

A swordsman—charging.

A deadly combination.

The swordsman was already on Lyrius, his blade a silver blur.

Lyrius parried—once, twice.

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But the mage was the real problem.

A crackling sphere of mana built up in the caster's hands, the air shuddering under its raw power.

Lyrius wouldn't be able to dodge it.

And then—

A portal opened right beneath the mage's feet.

Calenthir.

The caster's eyes widened—

And then he fell.

The moment his spell fired—he was already dropping through empty space.

His own attack missed entirely, blasting into the treetops.

He reappeared across the battlefield—disoriented, off balance.

And Calenthir was already there to meet him.

A single, fluid motion—her spear lashed out.

The caster crumpled.

Two down.

Lyrius turned back just in time to see the swordsman—

Unleashing everything.

A flurry of slashes, faster than anything before.

Clank-Clank -Clank-Clank

The air sang with the sound of steel clashing against steel.

Lyrius barely kept up.

And then—

A flicker of light.

A portal, appearing just behind his opponent.

The swordsman didn't see it.

And Lyrius didn't give him time to realize.

He parried the next attack—just enough to throw off his enemy's balance.

Then, with a sharp pivot, he slammed his boot against the swordsman's chest—knocking him backward.

Straight into the portal.

The swordsman vanished—reappearing in mid-air, too far to land properly.

Lyrius moved before he could recover—a single strike.

The final blow.

The fight was over.

Silence.

Lyrius and Calenthir stood over their fallen opponents, their breathing heavy but controlled.

Then—

A presence.

Cold. Overwhelming.

A shiver ran down Lyrius's spine before he even turned.

And when he did—

His pulse froze.

A lone figure stood at the edge of the battlefield.

Tall. Unshaken.

Eyes like glacial steel.

Pink Hair cascading down her shoulder.

She didn't need an introduction.

Because in this exam—

There was only one Rank-1.

Vynesaa El'Leather.

She took a single step forward—

And in that instant, the air felt heavier.

The battle they just fought?

It was nothing.

Because the true test—

Had just arrived.

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[POV: Vynesaa El'Leather]

This is pathetic.

Two days left before the exam ended, and she had yet to find a single opponent worth her time.

She had scoured the battlefield, cutting down dozens—each weaker than the last.

Not one of them had pushed her to fight seriously.

Not one had earned her attention.

What a waste.

Vynesaa exhaled, stepping forward.

Then—

A shift in the air.

Her eyes narrowed.

Her steps were silent as she approached the disturbance.

A fight.

Two students—working in tandem.

A girl with remarkable portal manipulation. And a swordsman whose technique—while still crude—was sharpened by battle.

Their coordination was flawless.

Interesting.

Vynesaa stopped, watching for a moment.

They actually know how to fight.

Then—

A smirk curled her lips.

"Finally."

Her fingers tightened around her blade.

Time to see if they were worth keeping alive.

She lunged.

No hesitation. No wasted movement.

A blink of steel and she was upon them.

CLANK!

Lyrius barely had time to react—his blade clashing against hers as he was sent flying.

His eyes widened—

wtf?!

before he crashed into the dirt, rolling to regain his footing.

But before he could rise—

Vynesaa was already moving.

Her sword wasn't just fast—it was precise.

She pivoted toward Calenthir, already anticipating the girl's next move.

Come on, portal.

But—

Roots erupted from the ground, twisting around Calenthir's feet.

The portals flickered—unsteady.

Lyrius gritted his teeth.

He barely had time to register what just happened, and yet—he could already tell.

We might lose.

Not just because they were tired.

Not just because they were caught off guard.

But because this was Vynesaa El'Leather.

A warrior so far above them, the gap felt insurmountable.

He couldn't lose here.

Not before he fought that son of a bitch, Oliver Atticus.

Before he could move—more roots.

Twisting. Clawing. Restraining him.

"Damn it!" Lyrius struggled, trying to break free—

Not enough.

Vynesaa wasn't even winded.

Her cold gaze fixed on him, expression unreadable.

The roots began tightening—squeezing the air from his lungs.

Think, think—!

Then—

A name.

Desperation bled into his voice.

"Vynesaa! We're not your enemy! We're allies!"

She didn't even blink.

"What bullshit are you spouting?" she scoffed. "All students are enemies."

"Caspian is our friend!" Lyrius choked out. "And that girl is Calenthir Reyes!"

Silence.

Vynesaa tilted her head slightly.

Her blade didn't lower.

"…So?"

The word was sharp. Uncaring.

"And who the hell is Caspian?"

Lyrius' chest tightened.

She… didn't know?

The roots tightened.

His breath grew short.

He had seconds left.

And so—

He played his last card.

"White hair—Caspian!"

The roots stilled.

Vynesaa's expression didn't change.

But something in her eyes did.

A flicker of recognition.

A memory resurfacing.

And then—

"…Oh."

The roots shriveled, retracting into the earth.

Lyrius and Calenthir collapsed.

Their bodies hit the ground with a THUD.

Their chests heaved, struggling for air.

Vynesaa exhaled, rolling her shoulders.

Her gaze lingered on Lyrius, impassive.

"What about him?"

The battle was over.

But the questions had just begun.