Krom quickly turned around, his eyes fixed on Alan's figure. That boy had actually infused his own mana into someone else's spell, manipulating the outcome unseen and unheard.
Such a precise control over mana—so delicate, so insidious—was far beyond what any tier-bronze magus should be capable of.
And yet, Alan had done it.
Which could only mean one thing.
Alan's true strength was far above tier-bronze.
And if that were truly the case, then Alan absolutely could not be allowed to walk away alive today.
Lioncrest Academy had already burned all bridges with him. If they let him live, and he returned later—stronger, prepared, fueled by vengeance—he would become a catastrophe waiting to happen. A time bomb aimed straight at their academy.
With that thought, Krom began summoning a storm once more, condensing a violent hurricane into the palm of his hand, preparing to strike Alan down before he could react.
