As the headmaster reads out your sentence, you feel a surge of anger and despair wash over you. But before anyone can react to your escape attempt, a bolt of lightning strikes from the sky, engulfing the area in a blinding flash. When the smoke clears, there's no sign of you anywhere...

The headmaster frowns thoughtfully and turns to the protagonist. "Perhaps this is our chance to stop mal once and for all," he says grimly. "

The headmaster barely registers the slap before wheeling around to face the assailant, his eyes narrowed in anger and confusion. "Who dares attack me?" he demands, reaching for his staff. The other students gasp at the sight of their respected leader being assaulted by an invisible force.

The protagonist steps forward, a look of determination on their face. "It was I," they say boldly, revealing themselves as the one who struck back against the headmaster. "

You decide to focus on improving your magic abilities and making yourself strong enough that no one will dare mess with you again. You begin practicing spells in secret, honing your skills and increasing your power. As time goes by, the other students start to notice that you're becoming stronger, but they still refuse to believe you didn't cheat.

The nobles' taunts and insults start to get to you. You can't help but wonder why they hate you so much. It doesn't matter, though; all that matters is proving yourself and protecting what's important to you. One day, as you're practicing your magic in secret once again, a particularly powerful spell accidentally goes awry, leaving a trail of smoke and debris behind it.

A few students gather around, looking at the mess with wide eyes before turning towards you accusingly. "

The nobles and students exchange worried glances at your words. It's clear that their former status meant little to you, and they wonder what other changes are yet to come. Some of the more rebellious nobles begin to mutter among themselves, whispering plans of resistance and defiance. But for now, they remain silent and submissive, fearful of provoking your wrath.

The nobles and students cower in fear as you approach those who dared to mutter amongst themselves. Their eyes widen with terror as you raise your hand, ready to strike. One by one, they fall silent and obedient once more, their lives sparing only at the price of their dignity. The tension in the air remains thick, but for now it seems that you have successfully quelled any open rebellion.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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!