The arena's obsidian floor was still steaming from the Thunder Lion's lightning when Professor Xyvarr's voice thundered once again, pulling the Demon students out of their frenzy and back into breathless silence.

"Impressive," he rumbled, crimson eyes sweeping across Lira and her Thunder Lion Rylas as the duo stepped off the stage once Lira gave a curtsy, and he responded with a nod, admiring her power.

Then, Xyvarr's gaze swept across the stands as the echoes of Rylas' victory died, "Now onto the second battle, and this time, we have the Elven Princess - Fade Valemyr,"

A wave of clapping echoed across the arena from the Elven students who cheered for the Princess, looking at Fade who moved with a quiet grace, now wearing a black combat coat that fluttered faintly around her ankles.

The Demon students leaned forward, sharp smiles and flickering crimson eyes searching for weakness. But Fade's aura was perfectly contained, a void of quiet tension. Ember flicked an ear beside Albedo, blue-white flames rippling faintly in recognition of the shift in atmosphere.

Professor Xyvarr allowed the tension to coil, then turned toward the Demon gates, "Against her," he said, voice deepening to a growl, "one of the Academy's proud heirs. Lord Zaryx of House Veythar."

The gate boomed open. A tall, broad-shouldered demon noble stepped out, obsidian armor polished to a cruel shine.

Twin spiraling horns framed a face carved with self-assurance, crimson eyes gleaming with predatory delight. His long cloak, embroidered with infernal sigils, snapped like a whip behind him as he raised a clawed hand.

"Princess Valemyr" Zaryx said, his voice a silken snarl, "I hope you won't disappoint me, I'm quite confident in my beast taming skills. So please give me a good battle,"

Behind him, the shadows split with a guttural, earth-rending shriek. A massive winged form pushed through the gate, black scales glinting like molten iron, a barbed tail cracking the stone as it lashed. Its eyes burned with an acid green glow as smoke poured from its fanged maw.

The Demon students in the crowd roared and cheered as they spotted the beast, while many of the other students were a bit shocked.

"A Demonic Wyvern," someone whispered in awed disbelief. Wyverns were well known to be one of the more difficult types of Beasts to tame, due to their connection to Dragons, who were a well known 'untameable' race of beings.

The beast's wings stretched wide, obsidian membranes laced with veins of molten crimson. Every movement carried the promise of ruin; its mere presence was a declaration of ancient, violent supremacy.

Fade did not flinch however, her gaze remaining sharp as Professor Xyvarr's scarred mouth curved faintly. "Begin."

The Wyvern lowered its head and unleashed a roar that shook the rune-lit arena, a sonic shockwave that sent lesser demons clutching their ears. Its wings snapped downward, generating a gale of ash and sparks as it launched forward with blistering speed.

Fade exhaled once, a slow, controlled breath. Then she raised her hand, and the very air around her slowly fractured, cracking more and more.

It began as a shimmer, like heat bending light—then deepened into a terrifying distortion.

Space itself groaned, runes across the arena flaring erratically as though struggling to contain what she called forth. Cracks of obsidian darkness split reality in jagged streaks, bleeding violet light.

Albedo felt the pressure immediately. It was a similar pressure to Ember when she first hatched, a being from a long gone aura, immensely powerful with an absolute bloodline.

Ember's ears perked up as she felt this aura, going on guard as everyone in the room felt something immense & crushing, the sensation of something infinite pressing against the thin veil of the mortal plane.

The Demons recoiled.

"What is she,"

"Impossible!"

"What kind of beast is that?"

From the heart of the rupture, something moved. A soundless, abyssal note vibrated through bone and soul alike, a resonance that made the Wyvern hesitate mid-flight, wings faltering as primal terror shivered through its massive frame.

A shadow blotted the rune-lights.

Then, with a slow, incomprehensible grace, a colossal silhouette emerged.

It was a creature of impossible scale and elegance: a Void Whale, its body a sleek expanse of star-flecked darkness, as if carved from the night between galaxies.

Bioluminescent runes pulsed along its colossal flanks in patterns older than recorded history. A single eye, vast and luminous like a dying star, opened and fixed on the Wyvern with the cold inevitability of gravity.

The arena fell utterly silent.

Whispers of legend hissed through the stands, even Professor Xyvarr was flabbergasted as he saw it, muttering to himself, "Is that a Void Whale?"

Only Albedo stood unmoved. In the novel, this had been described as a "beast that devoured light and bent the tides of worlds." Seeing it in reality sent a chill racing down his spine, but it was the chill of recognition, not fear.

Fade's voice was quiet, almost gentle, "Begin."

The Void Whale answered with silence. Space itself warped as a ripple of impossible gravity burst outward, crushing the air into a vacuum.

The Wyvern shrieked as its wings were yanked downward by a force far beyond mere wind. Its molten breath sputtered, the fire collapsing inward before it could even escape its throat.

Zaryx shouted, throwing up a layered shield of demonic sigils, but the gravity-well tore through it like wet paper.

The Wyvern flapped desperately, claws raking the stone as it tried to break free. Segments of the obsidian floor cracked and lifted, sucked toward the immense singularity forming at the Void Whale's core.

Fade lowered her hand slightly.

The Whale's luminous eye flared.

A wave of black-violet energy rippled outward, folding reality like water. For a heartbeat, the Wyvern seemed to stretch, its roar warping into an echoing wail as its massive frame bent under the crushing pressure.

With a single thunderous implosion, the beast slammed to the ground, pinned and unmoving.

Its armor-like scales groaned, fissuring beneath the relentless compression.

Fade's expression never changed, "That's enough," she said softly.

The gravity vanished. The Wyvern collapsed in a heap, its molten breath reduced to a trembling hiss. Zaryx stumbled forward, eyes wide, his demonic aura flickering in barely contained panic as he rushed to shield his companion.

Professor Xyvarr's scars pulsed faintly as he regarded the scene, his crimson eyes narrowing with something like fascination. He raised his clawed hand.

"Victory," he said, his deep voice cutting through the stunned silence. "Fade Valemyr and the Void Whale."

For a long, suspended moment, no one moved. Then the stands erupted into chaos.

Demons shouted in disbelief, some roaring their approval, others staring in stunned silence as the Void Whale slowly folded back into the fractured sky, its immense form dissolving into violet motes before winking out entirely.

Fade turned without flourish, her boots silent against the fractured stone as she exited the arena. Her face was calm, but the faint shimmer of space around her shoulders betrayed the lingering echo of her summon's impossible power.

Albedo watched her go, Ember's blue-white flames flickering faintly beside him.

***

Meanwhile

High above the roaring stands, behind layers of blackened glass and ancient wards, two figures stood in the shadowed Imperial Viewing Hall.

Neither had moved since the Void Whale's first emergence, their presence so immense that even the stone itself seemed to breathe slower in deference.

The Demon King Kael Nocturna rested one massive hand on the railing, the other clasped behind his back. His amber-gold eyes, sharp as a forged blade, followed the last fading motes of violet light.

Beside him, Queen Ysvara stood like a sculpture of moonlit marble, her hair spilling across the dark folds of her gown, black angelic wings faintly stirring against the still air.

For a long while, neither spoke.

At last, Kael exhaled, the sound more like a rumble from the heart of a mountain, "…Such a generation," he said, voice low and edged with a grim awe. "To see beasts of void and starlight…in the hands of children."

Ysvara's coral lips curved faintly, though the gleam in her black eyes was anything but soft, "Children who will soon be soldiers," she replied, her tone like velvet drawn over steel.

"There is a reason a vast amount of prodigies have appeared in this generation Kael," Ysvara said.

Kael's gaze lingered on the arena below, on Albedo's quiet figure, Ember's ghost-flames licking the air; on Fade's retreating silhouette, still shimmering with fractured space.

"The tides are shifting," he said. "The Linebearers are losing ground and the Abyss will not wait. If the heavens themselves answer to their summons, then what horrors must be approaching to demand such strength?"

Ysvara tilted her head, silver hair catching the dim light like falling starlight.

"Perhaps," she murmured, "the world prepares its own weapons. Or perhaps…" Her black wings flexed ever so slightly. "…it is only warning us of how terrible the storm will be."

Kael's jaw tightened, the faint glow of his amber eyes flaring against the obsidian glass.

"Either way," he said, a quiet vow beneath the weight of centuries, "we will meet it."

The Queen's gaze never left the arena as she answered, her voice a whisper that seemed to reach beyond the walls of the Academy itself.

"Then may the stars have mercy,"

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