"Let's begin," says Dario with the face of a maniac, an unhinged smile clinging to his features.
Dario began to strike every moment, every minute; his power level wouldn't stop rising, a vortex of raw force that seemed to resonate in the very air.
"Damn it," he muttered through his teeth, cold sweat tracing down the back of his neck. "At this rate, he's going to manage to catch up to me and capture or kill me," says the mage with great fear, feeling panic begin to strangle his reasoning.
He had no other choice but to summon an even more powerful being, even if he had to sacrifice a few years of his life to summon one of the angels; and if necessary, he would summon 5, but that would guarantee his death, a final and desperate price.
"Hahahaha, I want to see how you manage to defeat an angel," says the mage, very confident, licking his lips with a gesture of forced arrogance.
"Do you really think I won't be able to?" responds Dario, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes shining with an almost childish fervor.
Dario was the first to attack the angel and did almost no damage to it, only moved it a little, as if he had struck a mountain of bronze. At that moment, the angel attacked with those formless beings, amorphous creatures of shadow and malign will, to give a quick end to their battle, but Dario moved so fast that he wiped out all the deformed things in a whirlwind of movements, and began attacking it at a speed so fast and disconcerting that the angel began to doubt he was human.
"I can't believe it," sighs the mage, turning pale, and without regard for his own life, he summons another 5 angels because he needed to end this as soon as possible and complete the mission entrusted to him, no matter the cost.
"Five more," exclaims Dario, a spark of genuine delight in his gaze. "This is going to get even more interesting," he says, trembling with excitement and not fear, feeling the adrenaline singing in his veins.
Dario begins to attack with even more strength and speed than against the first angel, who could only follow him with luck and great effort, and the others, as they join in a chorus of unsettling light, begin to attack in unison. Dario, observing them, realizes that each of these beings has its own unique gift, a single ability mastered to perfection. The angel with the speed ability begins to harass him, but to Dario, it's a passable speed, almost predictable.
"Hahahahaha, is that really your top speed?" Dario mocks, saying to himself, as if enjoying a private joke.
Dario starts moving even faster, attacking with unmatched force, each impact sounding like thunder, while the other angels try to surround him with synchronized movements, so he can't move so freely. The angel with the mage ability begins to invoke a complex and glowing magical circle, its runes burning with a blue fire, to destroy the entire place, wiping out reality itself.
"You are going to die, and everyone in this academy," threatens the mage, his voice echoing in the power-charged air.
'I have to finish this quickly,' thinks Dario, concentrating.
Dario begins to remove some heavy, opaque bracelets from his wrists and, the instant they fall to the ground, the bracelets disappear, dissolving into the air like smoke. Everyone sees him then, lifting the head of the angel with the speed ability, a flash of brutal triumph in his eyes. And in that instant, as the others see him, they begin to witness how the mage ends up being torn to pieces, a quick and violent burst, and Dario continued with that relentless intensity until only one angel remained. But the only angel left was their tank, a mass of light and endurance, and it was the only one that could withstand a few of his devastating blows, but he, the angel, was at his limit, his luminous armor cracking.
"I finished off the mage, and now I'm coming for you," announces Dario, pointing a calm finger at the tank angel.
Dario, at that moment, makes a brief pause, thinks, and says to himself:
'I think I'd better try out how my technique from those days holds up; I hope it hasn't lost its potency over the years.'
"Technique: Void Feather!" shouts Dario and disappears, not like a quick movement, but as if he faded from existence itself.
As he attacks, at that precise moment, white and bright feathers are seen falling before him and along his path, a serene contrast against the destruction, a unique and almost beautiful spectacle.
The mage, unable to do anything, paralyzed by awe and final terror, brings something he had hidden in his hand to his mouth, a small glass vial, and within a few seconds dies, just as Dario lunges toward him. But Dario, in that same instant, feels his body reach its limit, exhausted, as he is not used to such an expenditure of energy as when he was young. He falls unconscious to the ground with a dull thud, but there were still those deformed things lurking in the shadows. At that moment, just when the situation seems most desperate, someone appears among the rubble.