New World - A New Beginning

Chapter 57: The Demon

CRACK

I was suddenly standing a few mels ahead of the boy, laying Mia against a wall. Almost like reality required a few seconds to understand what had just happened, a massive wail echoed from behind me.

"M-my arm!" cried the boy. Not a shred of pity could be found within me. Images of Hugo flashed in my mind, rage consuming me from within.

A flash of light blinded the spectators momentarily, my body suddenly appearing beside the boy.

BOOM

I let out a kick into his ribcage, sending him flying straight into a tree. The boy coughed out blood, having suffered from internal damage. His eyes shook in fear, the looming aura of darkness preventing him from making a sound as he was subjugated to a one-sided beating.

Mia watched from afar, not recognizing the individual who was absolutely massacring the boy. The darkness from the night was only further accentuated from the utter hatred originating from the attacker. His power was incredible, his speed and precision boosting the already overwhelming power that he possessed.

But both Mia and the boy were aware of one thing. If nobody intervened, then someone would die. This wasn't an exaggeration, a hyperbole implanted in their minds. This was an undeniable fact. The mysterious figure wouldn't stop until his opponent's heartbeat had ceased.

I grabbed the gasping victim by the collar, pulling him up. I looked right into his eyes, my entire figure being shrouded by darkness. My cold turquoise eyes shone in the night, a glacial murderous intent piercing the boy's very soul.

BOOM

Another punch sent the boy flying, his body landing on the floor with a sickening crack.

I reached into the void as I approached the bloody student, his body trembling in terror. A gleaming black dagger escaped the dark blue rift, its sharp blade scraping the edges of the portal.

I stood atop the boy's body, looking down on him. His entire figure morphed right before me, Hugo's image overriding what my eyes could see. Was this beat down even about Mia anymore?

It wasn't.

I could only see Hugo filling up my vision. Katherine's final breath echoing in my mind. Her final words ringing in my ears.

AMELIA LALA'S POV:

"!!!!"

I shot awake, the atmosphere exploding with rage. There was no hesitation within me, not a single moment of doubt as I identified where the source of hatred was originating from.

I electrified my surroundings, lightning crackling around me as power filled every mel of my body.

The world around me slowed as I closed in on the source, my eyes immediately identifying the culprit. Two boys could be seen on the lush green grass of the campus. The first boy was on the ground, immobile and bloody. He was completely frozen in time, his movements too slow for my current reality.

The other individual stood above him, a sparkling black short-sword resembling a dagger in his right hand. My eyes shot open in horror.

He was moving?

There was only one individual who could move at my speed, only one person who could resonate with such power.

"I'm sorry, Jay," I muttered.

BOOM

I appeared on the other side of the scene, Jay suddenly realizing what had just happened. He looked at me slowly, his eyes glowing with power. His pupils were trembling, but not out of fear of what I had just done to him.

Was he afraid of himself?

Blood suddenly spurt from the boy as reality resumed, his body falling to the ground with a loud thud. I looked at my right hand, a small knife coated in blood.

There was no time to consider the safety of both students. I had to take one down to save the other. The cut would not be fatal as long as Jay received medical attention immediately.

Just what had happened? I looked at the small spectator slouched against a wall, the girl's face covered in bruises.

My mind raced as I attempted to piece together the puzzle. Jay was trying to sympathize and get closer with the girl named Mia, so there was little chance he was the reason for all of the damage done to her.

So did Jay walk in on this other boy beating Mia? He then completely lost control of himself, proceeding to obliterate the abuser.

That being said, this kind of reaction was completely over the top. I would've understood a small brawl, but Jay was clearly about to execute his adversary.

I was well-aware of the repercussions awaiting the two boys, and the deciding factor of who would receive the brunt of the punishment would be none other than Mia's witness. Who would she choose to defend?

I took a closer look at the boy whom Jay had beaten, his face was completely swollen that it was hard to recognize him. I focused, trying to pinpoint his identity.

Wait.

This boy... this is Mia's brother!

I grit my teeth, understanding the situation. Mia would have to choose between sending her own brother off to trial for abuse or sending a boy she had just recently met off to trial for attempted murder.

Mia's family situation was something that completely eluded me, but even I could tell that Jay's chances of getting out of this unscathed were extremely low.

I calmed the energy within me, the world around me resuming at its normal speed. What would've happened if Jay was on a power level similar to that of an S-rank? I would've had to fight him all-out, both of us attempting to kill the other.

Was that kind of power really safe with someone who had so much rage hidden within them? If this boy were to surpass the S-ranks, he'd have the power to decide Auroria's fate. Was he someone that was a risk to the entire continent?

I grabbed Jay, his condition worsening with every second I spent pondering about the situation. Both Mia's and her brother's conditions weren't critical, and I could already sense healers on their way to the scene.

The sparkling black dagger lay on the floor. My eyes looked at the odd-looking weapon, its color was unlike anything I had seen before. I crouched down, picking up the dagger and throwing it into the void of my own space bracelet.

I brought the unconscious boy up to my room. I had already called for an advanced healer to my quarters, but it was better to heal the boy away from the two others to avoid more conflict. I looked at the eleven-year-old sprawled out on my bed.

I took note of what I had just witnessed today. This boy was, without a doubt, a miracle to all of Auroria. But he was also something else, something a lot darker.

He was a demon.