The brown hair and beard of the Golden Griffon's Headmaster had lost all trace of grey and its red streaks burned like flames under sunlight.
Lith took out War and aimed for the head. Hystar slapped the blade away and then Lith, sending him crashing against the wall.
"Come on, put in some effort. If you bore me, I'm going to call-" The room went dark as Vladion conjured a tier one darkness spell that blackened the ceiling and the walls.
The Firstborn had hidden under Hystar's desk to escape the cruel bite of the sun and plan his counterattack. His wounds closed at a speed visible to the naked eye and he jumped at Hystar while unleashing several spells at the same time.
The golden robe of the Headmaster flapped as he raised his arms and conjured a wall of enchanted stone that blocked the barrage of attacks.
"That's it? I was expecting more from one of Baba Yaga's Firstborns. I heard that you guys are supposed to be stronger than Elder Dragons, but you're way weaker than that. Either the rumors are exaggerated or daylight weakens you."
Hystar had the floor go back to its place and then punched at Vladion so fast that there was no time to dodge. The Vampire managed to block thanks to his millennia of battle experience but the impact sent him flying toward Kalla.
The Wight managed to Blink away only because she had kept herself at a distance.
The Headmaster played with his prey, trying to understand their worth for the human experimentation department and the True Queen.
'How can Hystar be this strong? Based on our readings, the Golden Griffon is bonded to a human.' Lith thought while getting back to his feet with a kip up.
'My guess is that he's like me. He retains part of the mass of his artifact half and he's empowered by the mana geyser below us.' Solus replied without ever stopping to work. 'Yet his vessel is still human.'
Lith nodded and unleashed his tier four Battle Mage spell, Shattered Winter. It generated a shockwave of cold wind that would stiffen the muscles of its victims while also making their bones vibrate.
Even if the Headmaster felt no pain or used darkness fusion, Shattered Winter would cripple his strength.
"Smart, but not enough." Hystar's eyes flared up with mana and the academy's walls came to life, spawning human-sized stone golems.
The constructs were unaffected by the spells and stood on Lith's path long enough for Hystar to recover. He intercepted War with his arm, suffering nothing but a shallow wound.
The edge of the angry blade felt like it had struck a block of Adamant.
"What an amazing artifact! Only the Sword of Arthan has ever managed to hurt me. What else have you got?" Hystar's flesh and his golden robe healed instantly as he moved on the offense.
Lith was heavy but the Headmaster was heavier. Every time they clashed, he was the one who kept being pushed back. To make matters worse, no matter how many golems War destroyed, more kept spawning.
"Enough of this!" Vladion shattered the constructs restricting his movements by flexing his muscles and unleashed the tier five Blood Magic spell, Cursed Life. Awakened undead could use Spirit Magic, but being born from their blood cores it was red instead of emerald green.
A crimson mist spread throughout the room, working akin to a powerful acid against inanimate objects and like both acid and venom for the living.
Cursed Life used the water aspect to slip inside every nook and pore of its victims, fire to burn them, earth to tear them apart, air to cut them open, darkness to eat their essence, and light to fasten its own spreading.
The golem turned into sand and the Headmaster melted, yet they all reformed an instant later.
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