I regressed and became the Sword Ice King-Chapter 368- Festival 99- Raid on a Rainy Night 38

The sizzling of the rain hummed in the air, footsteps echoing within it in a symbolic clash of natural and unnatural.

The cast of darkness hung in the air, moonlight withheld by the foaming clouds, the rumbling of thunder reverberating within it.

Lightning roamed through it, spreading its volt-filled tendrils to the canvas of the sky, igniting a bright white light with each shudder.

While the rain poured down over the Buildings of the Homeric Academy for Gifted Children, a Melo hue stood in place.

Darkness and irksome, palpable to the senses, creeping over the student's skin like spiders on a freshly killed meal.

They had crossed over from the Cafeteria and were now headed in earnest to the Lecture Theaters.

The Lecturers led at the front, the students lingering behind them and a few selective others remained behind.

This included Jane Lucia and Darrell Silvan, as well as the few others who had been with the group since before.

They hurdled along the pathway, running in straight, ordered lines under the protection of the fenced walkway.

It was along this path that Jane looked up, his gaze darting about with caution.

A glow of golden exuded from his body in his grasp, shimmering with a primal energy.

His thoughts reeled in.

"We're headed to the Lecture Five theatre, right?"

Darrell whipped his gaze from beside him, his brow arched before turning to the direction Jane stared at.

With a slight nod, he replied.

"I guess it would prove to be the best place to hide the others since it's the closest."

"Yes, and it's big enough to encompass everyone….protection wouldn't be easy especially now."

Jane muttered the last bit with a sigh causing Darrell to look away with a slight twitch in his expression.

"Sorry, I had to cancel out the spell. I was running out of mana at a rapid pace….there was only so little I could do."

"No, I'm not blaming you, but the golden lady would be such a big boon for a group like us."

Just then, the duo halted in their tracks as the groups of Class One and Two students came to a stop ahead of them.

They lingered for a bit, their attention drawn to the patio in front of the first lecture theatre, Class Five.

The Lecturers walked into the rain with hurried steps, their loud voices and conversations dying in the rain before getting to the students.

They approached the door, hurriedly unsealing the lock and opening it.

With a signal from a Lecturer, the students rushed their way into the building, organized by some of the Lecturers who stood beside the door.

While they walked in, Darrell and Carl Dunham walked out of the group. Further away where Jane lingered. Their gazes locked onto one another.

The plan had already been set, and the motion began a long time ago. So now, it was all about playing the right cards and getting the tasks done.

Knowing this, and still knowing that the dangers and uncertainties which lingered around the corner made Jane unsettled.

His gaze narrowed at the feeling.

'Why the hell am I feeling this way? Why should I care if a Silvan dies?'

He wondered as he pulled his right arm up in the air, sticking his thumb out while folding the rest.

He turned around and walked after the retreating students, the Son Goku twins being the last.

'Well, I care about this Silvan.'

Darrell sighed outwardly as he glanced at Carl.

They stared at each other for a moment, contemplating, deciding, and perhaps rethinking, but in all, their decision had been long set.

"Shall we?"

Carl nodded as he glanced at the students one last time.

An image peered through the corner of his eyes, a visual representation of a student that hung at the door, two in fact.

He narrowed his eyes into slits, peering deeper and the image came into play.

Forzlz Luke and Florjin Quirin, stood at the door, their hands waving in the air before retreating to the comfort of the building, Shutting the door behind them as they did.

He lingered for a moment, his lips curling downwards, hesitation pulsating within his veins. But with a sigh, he turned and bolted after Darrell.

Their decision was set. Now their roles must be played.

*****

Under the Class Five Lecture Theater was a pale darkness shrouded in the warmth of crimson flames. The crimson flames burnt from the magic lamps that hovered at the top of the wall, casting a silhouette over the students and Lecturers that were present in it.

The interior and sizes of the Classrooms were akin to all other Lecture Theaters, a Caborn copy that stood in value instead of name.

The thought alone that this Building belonged to the last class within the Academy begged for caution, and it raised the tension even more.

Startled, scared and uncertain, the students lay around the lobby in circles, sticking to one another, their cohort or a close friend.

Anyone who could help them get through the night.

The chaos had gone long, and for a moment, this building served as their sanctum of peace….a moment of respite.

Jane stood a distance away from the other students, his back against the enclosed walls of the stairway leading to the second floor.

The Son Goku twins sitting on the last step below him.

He scanned the room for a moment, arms folded and attention fixed as he did so. For a while, he was transfixed in the moment, lost in thoughts and drifting further away from the present.

'Those two should be fine. Darrell is capable enough to protect himself and Carl if it comes down to it.'

Navigating through his thoughts, he began to unravel the past events leading up to this very moment.

'The Red Peaxemakers are insistent. It's commendable enough that we've lasted this long without losing too many classmates.'

His brows furrowed deep in thought.

'So what of the System Uprisers? They've been silent, this whole time, no?'

His gaze shifted slightly to the side, a certain figure snagging at the periphery of his vision.

With a flinch, he identified it, a slow hum escaping his lips.

"Javier Wright? I didn't even realize he had been here this whole time."

Rhett glanced up at him with a raised brow.

"You know the System Sword Hero?"

Jane raised a brow, confusion evident in his expression as he glanced down.

"Sword Hero?"

Brett whipped his gaze towards Rhett with his jaw dropped open.

He raised his hand in a blur, a sudden chill rippling in the air as his arm grabbed the side of Rhett's head and slammed it against the wall.

A shockwave spread through the building, the students screaming in surprise.

The Lecturers rushed out of the Class Five Gold classroom in a rush, their shock was palpable as their gazes darted about.

"What's wrong?!"

"What's going on?!"

"Is everything alright?!"

The questions hung in the air with no evident reply. Instead, an eerie silence took place.

Jane's face contorted in a stroke of deep confusion, his mouth parted open slightly.

His gaze was fixed on Brett who slowly pulled his hand from the impaled concrete wall.

Rhett slowly shoved his head out as well with a thump, a sigh escaping both of their lips as they dusted their figures from the debris and dust.

A rather discomforting silence hung as the students glanced at them, Jane twitching slightly behind them.

He glanced at Javier once more, whose attention was also fixed on the twins.

'System Sword Hero?'

His gaze shifted to the group of friends that surrounded him, his eyes narrowing at the sight.

He raised his head as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

"There is nothing wrong. Everyone back in place, prepare yourselves. There might be another attack, there might not.

We will find a new plan."

Walking through the group, the chattering of the students commenced once more; their subtle dissatisfaction with his statement exuded in their protests.

He ignored it and headed to the Lecturers.

"I apologize, Lecturers but may I join in?"

He asked, his gaze flickering as it shifted to the Lecture Hall behind them.

The door hung open, and within, a faint glowing emerald shimmered across the roof.

'What?'

A Lecturer suddenly walked over his path of vision, snapping him away from it.

He looked up at the Lecturers, his expression twisting slightly.

Confusion laced first, taking small bridges away from his expression, startlement next and then realization finally. It played out in a swift synchrony before reaching a mask of indifference.

'These aren't the Lecturers we came in with, are they?'

The Lecturers had decided to meet in the classrooms where a plan would be concocted for future decisions.

It was supposed to be one method of finding a way out of this mess, but again and again–

'These people are just out to get us.'

"What is the issue, Lucia? We Lecturers can handle it alone."

"Yes, turn back to your classmates. Let us, the Lecturers take charge this time."

Jane glanced at them for a moment, his thoughts suppressed in a fit of control.

He took a step back and shrugged.

"Well, if you say so, but let it be known a child of the Great Family wanted to take charge and lead us to safety."

He walked past the gathering of students, Javier and his cohort included. Their gaze met at the same point as he walked past them.

He sighed inwardly, his thoughts reaching a consensus.

'Something's up.'