Elric''s face twisted with rage as the announcement echoed through the grand hall of the academy.


    "For the use of forbidden dark magic and association with an apostle of a demon god, Elric Vandemore is hereby expelled from the Magic Academy, effective immediately."


    The headmaster’s cold gaze swept across the hall. A tense silence filled the air, broken only by the sound of Elric’s labored breath.


    "This… This is ridiculous!" Elric’s voice cracked as he stepped forward. His usually pristine blond hair was messy, and sweat rolled down his temple.


    "You have been judged accordingly," the headmaster said. "The decision is final."


    Elric’s eyes burned with hatred as he turned toward Caseoh, standing at the edge of the hall.


    "You…" Elric''s voice dropped into a low growl. "This is your fault."


    Caseoh’s gaze remained steady. "You made a contract with a demon, Elric. This is the consequence."


    Elric’s face twisted further. He stepped forward, his fists shaking at his sides.


    "You think you’ve won?" Elric spat. "You’ll regret this. I swear on my name."


    He turned and stormed out of the hall, his boots slamming against the marble floor. The heavy wooden doors creaked and slammed shut behind him.


    Caseoh sighed. He could feel the eyes of the other students on him — a mixture of fear and awe. He ignored it and turned away.


    "This isn’t over."


    —


    Later that night, Caseoh lay in bed, his body sinking into the mattress. Moonlight filtered through the small window, casting thin shadows across the room.


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    His eyelids grew heavy.


    "Just need to rest…"


    Darkness closed in.


    —


    "Caseoh…"


    A soft voice.


    He opened his eyes.


    Dark fog rolled across the ground beneath his feet. He stood in the middle of an endless void. A single figure stood before him — her back turned.


    "Patricia?"


    His younger sister turned toward him. Her silver hair drifted unnaturally in the dark mist. Her violet eyes were soft, but there was an emptiness behind them.


    "Caseoh…" Her voice was distant. Hollow.


    Her figure flickered.


    "Wait — Patricia!" Caseoh took a step forward.


    Her body began to fade. Her arms, then her legs.


    "Don’t — don’t go!"


    Patricia smiled faintly.


    "I’m sorry…"


    Her face vanished.


    Caseoh screamed.


    —


    His eyes shot open.


    Cold sweat rolled down his neck as he sat up. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His heart hammered against his ribs.


    "Patricia…"


    Without thinking, Caseoh threw off his blanket and rushed to the door. His bare feet hit the cold floor as he sprinted through the hallway.


    He needed to find her.


    He reached the academy''s front gates — two massive iron doors sealed with ancient magic. Two guards stood at the entrance, their eyes narrowing as Caseoh approached.


    "I need to leave," Caseoh said, his voice steady.


    "Students aren’t allowed to leave without permission from the headmaster," one guard replied.


    Caseoh’s fists tightened. "It’s urgent."


    "No permission, no passage."


    Caseoh’s gaze darkened. He took a step forward — the guards'' hands moved toward their weapons.


    "Are you going to try and fight your way out?" the second guard said with a smirk.


    "Of course not," Caseoh replied. "I know the rules."


    He stepped back, frustration boiling beneath his skin.


    "There is one way, though," the first guard said, his lips curling into a thin smile.


    "What is it?"


    "The squad battle," the second guard said. "Win it, and the headmaster might consider granting your request."


    "The squad battle…" Caseoh’s eyes narrowed.


    It was a high-stakes contest between the academy’s top dorms — a brutal test of magical ability and combat skill. Squad battles weren’t just about winning — they were about dominance.


    "Fine," Caseoh said. "I’ll enter."


    The guards chuckled.


    "You’ve got guts, kid."


    Caseoh’s eyes sharpened. His hand curled into a fist.


    "I don’t have time to waste."


    —


    The next morning, the academy buzzed with whispers.


    "Caseoh’s entering the squad battle?"


    "He’s insane!"


    "Does he even have a squad?"


    Caseoh walked down the hall, ignoring the voices.


    "Hey!"


    Renna appeared at his side, her dark red hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Her green eyes were narrowed with suspicion.


    "What’s this about the squad battle?" she asked.


    "I need permission to leave the academy," Caseoh replied flatly.


    Renna frowned. "Why?"


    "I just do."


    She stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop.


    "Caseoh." Her gaze sharpened. "What’s going on?"


    His jaw tightened. "I had a dream. Patricia… something’s wrong."


    Renna’s eyes softened.


    "I’ll join your squad," she said without hesitation.


    Caseoh’s eyes widened.


    "You—"


    "You’ll need more than one person," she said. "And I’m not going to let you get yourself killed."


    Caseoh’s mouth curled into a faint smile. "Thanks."


    Renna smiled back. "Don’t thank me yet. We still need to win."


    She turned and started walking down the hall.


    Note: tell me something is wrong, my mind has been foggy lately, this is also my first time writing so i''ll be in your care    (? ???▽??? ?)


    But bro i think something is flowing very wrong on the story i wrote ??_??