You absorb the last of the light magic from the ashes, completing your goal. Now, with both dark and light magic at your disposal, you stand triumphant over the ruins of what was once a prestigious magic academy. The other students cower in fear, unsure if they should run or fight back against this new threat.
The choice is yours. What do you want to do now?
uccido gli studenti che hanno riso.
You turn your wrath upon the students who laughed at you and raised their hands against you earlier, using a combination of dark and light magic to tear them apart. In mere moments, their screams are silenced and they join the headmaster and protagonist in death.
The remaining students watch on in horror as you stand victorious over the carnage you've wrought. Some try to flee while others cower in fear, expecting more death to rain down upon them at any moment.
The headmaster looks at you with a mix of fear and disgust as you approach him carrying the severed limbs of the protagonist. He recoils in horror when you force-feed them to him, choking and gagging on the bloody flesh. "You... you're no better than them!" he manages to wheeze out between coughs.
As you stand before him, your power radiating like a beacon in the darkness, the headmaster realizes that he has no choice but to acknowledge your dominance.
gli metto un arto nella sua bocca ed gli faccio strappare un pezzo di carne del arto. Ora mangia preside.Dico.
The headmaster looks at you with tears streaming down his face, horror etched into every line of his features. He barely manages to force the bloody flesh of your victim's arm between his lips and teeth, chewing hungrily as he tries to swallow it down. Tears mix with blood and saliva as they trickle past his chin, dropping onto his robes like scarlet tears of defeat.
"I... I will serve you," he finally manages to choke out. "Just spare me this humiliation."
Mentre le tue parole echeggiano nella dentro la Accademia di magia nei corridoi, diversi studenti emergono timidamente dai loro nascondigli. Sembrano spaventati e confusi, incerti su cosa pensare di questo nuovo Cacciatore apparentemente invincibile che ha appena massacrato due guardie e ucciso il loro campione.
li uccido comunque i altri studenti.
You unsheathe your dagger once more and begin methodically hunting down the remaining students who dare to defy you. Some try to run, but their pathetic attempts at flight are no match for your incredible speed and agility. Others stand their ground, summoning magic in a futile attempt to protect themselves from your rampage. In the end, every last one of them falls before your blade.
Once all resistance has been crushed, you turn your attention back towards the corridoi della Academa.
The headmaster glares at you, anger clear in his eyes. "I won't forget this, Asta," he says through gritted teeth. "You've made a grave mistake." The professor leads him away from the scene, leaving you alone with the shocked and angry students.
scagliò una magia sul professore per ucciderlo mentendo la mia minaccia per vero.
The crowd gasps as the professor falls to the ground, blood pooling around him. "You monster!" someone shouts. "Kill her! She deserves it!" The students surge forward, weapons drawn and magic flaring. Asta, you must defend yourself from their attack!
The young woman shakes her head sadly. "I'm sorry," she says. "But I cannot reveal that information unless you agree to join us." She pauses, searching your face for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but finds none. With a sigh, she turns and walks away, leading the other members of her group with her.
unica cosa che posso che sono solo dei truffatori, quindi ritorno a casa.
You return home, feeling more lost than ever. You know deep down that the world needs heroes like you, but how can you be sure that this young woman and her resistance are who they claim to be? And what's to stop them from trying to manipulate you into joining their cause?
As days turn into weeks and weeks into months, you continue to ponder these questions, torn between the desire to make a difference and the fear that you may have been misled.
The queen's eyes widen with shock as you speak these words, her face twisting into a mask of horror. "No," she whispers, shaking her head. "That can't be true." She struggles to sit up, wincing in pain from the impact. "I never wanted this! I only wanted what was best for the kingdom!"
What do you say or do next?
Non hai nessun diritto di fare quello che vuoi si di medico.
The queen looks at you, her eyes filled with anguish and betrayal. "Then what am I supposed to do?" she cries out. "They're my family too! They need me!"
You feel a pang of sympathy for the woman before you, caught between her duty to her people and her love for those who have wronged them. But you can't help but think that perhaps it is time for a change.