Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Garron struggled to turn his head. Nita walked toward him, her steps light, yet the pressure she emitted seemed to press down on the entire room. Her gaze pierced directly into Garron's soul.

"What are you doing, Your Majesty?" Garron's voice grew heavier, his face tense. He attempted a smile, but his expression looked forced. "Aren't you overstepping by interfering in this matter? Even against a Grandmaster?"

Nita remained silent, unaffected. Her eyes stayed calm, but there was a sharp glint in them. "Precisely," she said softly, yet her voice reverberated. "I am simply curious… where did you find the courage to come to this academy and not even acknowledge me as Queen?"

Beside her, energy began to gather. Green particles flickered in the air, slowly forming into an elegant bow in her hands. Moments later, an arrow materialized, vibrating slightly, ready to be released.

Garron swallowed hard. He knew Nita's strength, and not a single person in this room could match her.

"Your Majesty, if you kill me, Titanus Terra will sever all ties with the Divine Sky," he said, trying to sound threatening.

Nita did not respond. Her fingers remained steady, drawing the bowstring taut, the tip of her arrow aimed directly at Garron's chest.

She already had a strong suspicion in her heart. The Guardian of Titanus Terra had a good relationship with her. If this sect dared to act this way, there had to be someone pulling the strings from the shadows.

"Even if Guardian Baelor were here, I am certain he would do the same," Nita said firmly. She drew the bow fully, then released the arrow straight at Garron.

A loud groan was heard.

Garron's body, which had been draped in a black robe embroidered with gold, suddenly trembled violently. The fabric tore apart as a horrifying transformation took place. Within seconds, his form grew larger, his skin thickened, and from his head sprouted a pair of gleaming red horns. The once-arrogant human face now morphed into the savage visage of a bull-headed beast.

Garron laughed. His voice was deep and resonant, creating a terrifying pressure throughout the hall.

"Hahaha..."

Dark aura enveloped his body, spreading like waves throughout the grand hall. He raised his hand, his now-vein-ridden palm pulsating with immense strength as he caught the arrow flying toward him.

Boom!

A massive explosion erupted. Blinding light filled the room, shaking the walls and ceiling of the hall. Garron's clenched fist shattered into pieces, flesh and blood splattering across the marble floor. But what happened next was even more shocking—his destroyed hand began to regenerate. Within seconds, the flesh and skin reformed, restoring it to its original state.

Garron grinned widely, revealing sharp teeth. "Is that all?" his voice had become deeper and more sinister, filled with a chilling satisfaction.
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The dark aura thickened, creeping through the entire hall. The members of the Iron Fist Sect standing behind him began to tremble. Their bodies convulsed, their eyes widened in terror before their flesh started to tear apart and transform.

Screams echoed as, one by one, their bodies stretched and swelled, muscles bulging like steel, and blood-red horns sprouted from their heads. What were once ordinary humans had now transformed into terrifying creatures with glowing black eyes—Blood Warriors.

"The Blood Demon Sect?!" one of the academy teachers gasped, his voice trembling with shock. Their eyes widened in horror at the transformation unfolding before them.

Some members of the Iron Fist Sect who still retained their human consciousness stepped back, their faces filled with fear. However, before they could escape, their now monstrous comrades pounced mercilessly. Death cries filled the hall as fresh blood splattered across the marble floor.

Rakar, who had been silent from the beginning, finally began to change. His previously lean frame swelled, his muscles doubling in size, with ancient blood-red patterns glowing across his skin. A pair of horns, larger than Garron's, emerged from his head, while his eyes shone bright red, brimming with savagery.

Rakar snorted, then grinned. "Hahaha... Her Majesty the Queen is far more decisive than we anticipated. I didn't expect to be discovered this quickly," he said in a raspy, menacing voice.

The academy teachers, who had been mere spectators until now, started moving. Some activated their powers—one summoning a massive beast that roared menacingly, while others underwent transformations, their bodies shifting into Star Beasts radiating a terrifying aura.

Meanwhile, Garron and the Blood Warriors gathered around Rakar, awaiting his command. Their auras pulsed with hatred, ready to strike at any moment.

However, what puzzled Rakar was the expressions on Nita and Elen's faces. They remained completely calm, showing no signs of panic. Their eyes remained cold, as if this situation was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"Tch... barely stronger than a peak-level Grandmaster, and you dare act as if I'm nothing?" Nita scoffed, her smirk dripping with contempt.

Her sharp eyes swept across the hall, scanning the blood demons that now filled the room. During her meeting with Titanus Terra's Guardian, Baelor, she had been warned about the threat of blood demons. That was why she had always conducted routine inspections. And now, her suspicions were confirmed—they had infiltrated the academy's internal organizations.

"Hahaha! You underestimate the power of blood, Your Majesty," Rakar chuckled darkly, a mocking smile on his face. In an instant, he shot forward, forming a blood-red sword in his right hand. The dark aura surrounding him surged past the Grandmaster limit, sending tremors through the entire hall.

As if responding, the blood warriors behind him also experienced a sudden surge in power. Their bodies trembled violently, thick black energy creeping across their skin, pushing their strength from Master to Grandmaster level.

But before they could advance any further, their bodies froze in midair. Time itself seemed to halt.

Elen stood tall in the center of the hall, her hand outstretched. The time magic she had activated filled the room, illuminating the air with shimmering magical lines. An ancient clock hovered before her, releasing streams of temporal energy into the hall's center, locking their enemies in place.