87 First to Lose 3 (1/2)

Soon, the news spread about the appearance of Jade and Celine. However, what really stirred the upper years was the fact the headmaster had showed up too. But, what confused them all was that there was nothing different about this batch of first years as compared to previous years – the champion, Sebastian, wasn't any better than the champion of previous years. So, the question on everyone's mind was the same: who was intriguing enough to make the school's top beauties and the headmaster move?

They all collectively decided that they'd witness the coming assessments as well, just in case there was a reason. However, when the second-year assessment came and went, there was still no significant news. However, the crowd continued to grow. Headmaster Acacia and the beauties continued to show up. In fact, the number of beauties had increased. Opal Conventine had joined Jade and Celine in observing their juniors, which left everyone intrigued.

Soon, it was the eve of the final assessment: the assessment of the academy's utmost seniors – those who had studied for 4 years and were ready to continue on to their own campaigns.

However, Dyon was oblivious to all of this. His body was still radiating heat as his spatial ring glowed.

Within, the tome was floating gently, bobbing in the air. The connection between Dyon and it increased slowly.

BOOM!

The belt of the tome snapped open. The pages rapidly fluttered, but a trained eye would see that they were all blank.

The book continued wildly flipping, until eventually, it settled on the very first page.

A blinding light erupted from the book, slowly shrinking to corresponding with words that were being imprinted onto it.

Soon, on the end of that third day, the eve of the final assessment, a godly technique was inscribed onto the first page of the manifestation tome.

The words slowly stopped shining bright, leaving an elegant script that read the words: Inner World: Sanctuary.

Despite it being a technique, there were no words describing it beneath the name. Instead, the most complex array Dyon would have ever seen was inscribed below it.

If you looked closely, the array itself had shifting parts, it wasn't frozen like the arrays Dyon had drawn till now. Each shift in gear, or line, resulted in a qualitative shift of the entire array. Resulting in an incomparably complex system of movement.

However, this was the only explanation to be had. The tome closed itself arrogantly, clasping its belt. It radiated a conceit that only paled to Dyon's manifestation, almost as if to say: 'you think I don't have the right to name you? Fine, let's see if you have the right to be my master.'

Dyon smiled in his sleep, unworried by the tome's challenge. A demonic will emitted from him, causing the book to shudder. It seemed like Dyon's confidence couldn't be shaken by something to trivial.

Rhythmic breathing filled the room once again, as Dyon's body went back to a regular temperature. Allowing him to truly rest for the first time.

What he didn't know was that the radiant and revitalizing lights of the tome, had caused the bodies within Dyon's ring to shift, ever so slightly.

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