The Villain's Story

Ezra Rushed towards Alan whilst being shrouded in a spiral wind. Alan on the other hand, simply watched him coming closer and closer and drew back his right hand.

Mana converged in his right hand, covering it in a cyan hue.

'...not yet.'

Alan thought as Ezra came closer and closer.

Close

Closer...

'Now!'

And then a massive glacier of ice emerged from Alan's hand straight into Ezra!

His wind collided with the ice, yet he was still pushed back immensely and must have been hurt.

The shocked Ezra collected his thoughts.

'...that wasn't a skill.'

A skill takes time to activate, and a magic skill of such Magnitude would definitely have taken some time.

And he didn't even see not feel the mana move in the atmosphere.

It was just sudden.

Ezra broke the Ice around him and then found an Alan Peccator, covered completely in an armor of ice in front of him.

A lance had been formed in his hands, and the floor below him turned into ice and he began to slide on it.

And then a new battle began, whilst the Audience was left flabbergasted.

***

"Glacier?! How did a C rank use Glacier?!"

"That wasn't Glacier! That was weaker than Glacier...but."

"It was weaker but it definitely was Glacier!"

The audience was in shock, multiple figures were wondering how the hell Alan Peccator, a C rank Awakened, used Glacier, An A rank skill.

An Awakened could not use skills far above their rank, unless they wanted to die from the aftermath.

A C-rank awakened can't just use an A can't skill.

But... everything about it was so similar... except for its strength.

It was weaker...but it was still Glacier.

And you can't just weaken the impact of the skill of the system.

Either you can activate it safely, or you activate it whilst enduring the risk.

You can't just take it down to your level.

Furthermore, the time for Glacier was too short!

The skill couldn't be activated so quickly!

They were all shocked....and something later happened that shocked them even more.

An Iceberg appeared in the sky and fell upon Ezra.

Another One?!

Iceberg?!Now another A-rank skill?!

In such a short amount of time, along with no indication?!

What the fuck is happening?!

The Glacier, The Iceberg, The Lance of Ice, The Armor Of Ice, All around his figure or coming from him.

This occupied their mind right now.

...

...and...

....

And then it happened.

Something that made them all Alert.

Something that sent shivers down their spines.

The mana...

The mana in the air...

All of them...they started to lose their connection to it.

Their connection to the mana in the atmosphere dwindles bit by bit.

Moving away from them.

Demons?!

Are demons attacking?!

Are they making the mana disappear?!

That was the first thought they had...until.

They saw the man move.

Towards the figure clad in an armor of ice, wielding a lance of the same material.

Each and Every particle, whether it had an attribute or not...it all moved towards him.

*Crash*

The glasses they held dropped as they stood shocked, amazed, frightened that ...

The mana...the mana in the air...in the atmosphere...all moved towards him.

Each and Every Particle.

All...to him.

The mana listened to his call...no.

The mana obeyed him!

***

[Alan's (PoV)]

'...this is how I should have started.'

I relished in the feeling of the mana enveloping my figure and charged at Ezra again, who was now struggling.

I attacked and attacked, using raw mana to give the attacks I had in my mind shape.

Whilst doing so, I felt so much at home.

I should fight like this more often...only if I can handle it for a long.

This much...abundant mana...I can't...

...no I can handle it.

I must endure it.

Until I end this fight.

Ezra flew again in the air...but this time, I did not conjure paths of ice.

Instead, I ordered the mana in the air to converge into wings that carried me.

I flew up to meet him, with my lance of ice.

And he flew down to meet me, with his lance of wind.

*BOOOM!*

We both were sent flying from the clash.

And we charged at one another again.

Again and again.

Until one of us falls.

***

[Ezra Fornum POV]

What is happening?!

I cannot feel the mana in the surroundings?!

No... it's not like I can't feel it, but more like it's hostile toward me!

I've been isolated by the mana?

How?

No human can have this much control over mana!

It's simply impossible!

To manipulate raw mana and have it perform the effects of skill.

To isolate others from feeling it.

And to make it hostile toward your enemy.

Am I facing a god of Mana?!

The only man I can depend on is the mana inside of me now.

Huuu...

Calm down, Ezra...Calm down and just fight.

*Clang!**Clang.*

Wind and Ice Clashed, and with each clash, his ice broke and my wind diminished.

Will... I lose?

No...I have more tricks up my sleeve..but.

Must I use them?

Just to copy his art?

Must I use my trump card?

'Shit.'

The hostile mana in the air is stinging me.

It's making it hard for me to think.

I might have to do it.

... I can't lose this fight or else his attention will be drawn away.

I cannot let my younger siblings bear the weight of his expectations.

His perfectionist ideals, his stainless expectations...I can't let them bear that weight.

It destroyed father...who says it can't destroy Henry and the others.

And...Liz is watching this too.

I can't just lose this fight.

But I was still hesitant...and thankfully.

He did something that made me drop my hesitation real quick.

The world around us started to turn a cyan hue, the ground had an enormous snowflake ❄️ on it...which was lighting up.

...this skill.

S-Rank Skill, Glacial Collapse.

The signature skill of Elena Frost, the vice principal of Shield.

The woman I defeated when I was young.

I won't be able to withstand this skill with just the mana inside me.

I must cancel it.

So, I did the very thing I thought I wouldn't have to do in this fight.

I never expected it to be so hard after

Alan Peccator huh, your quite good.

To have forced me to use my own Trump card.

The snowflake in the ground was brighter than it had ever been, and as I watched it.

I uttered two words.

The words that activated my trump.

A secret technique whose existence no one knows yet...except my grandfather.

The one that would guarantee me victory.

"Domain Expansion."