I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Bolts of lightning streamed out of the tip of her wand, invading Mila's body as it exploded into a shockwave.

It spread through her body like an electric eel in a pond, ravaging within as an ear-piercing scream escaped her lips.

Thalia jumped out of the way as the streams of lightning exploded, striking the ground and the area around Mila. It ignited sparks that grew into flames, spreading and blasting out like fireworks.

A distance away, Thalia landed next to Monica and Felicia.

Their gazes fixed at the sight as the consuming yellow lighting sparked life into the air.

Felicia was left startled by the sight, her gaze flickering with intensity as she turned towards Thalia slowly.

'She cast a spell within her?'

She thought, a scoff exuding her lips soon after.

'That's impressive.'

"How long will this go for?"

Monica's voice pierced through the air, pulling both girls to the side where she stood with her Lance ready.

Its silver texture glowed ambient with the lightning bolts while the ragged spearhead rose high to the skies.

Her body was boiling with adrenaline, her lips curled into a tight grin as her peerless white teeth shimmered in the night.

"It shouldn't be long. Something like that would ordinarily kill a person."

Felicia replied, her gaze slowly turning towards Mila as the lightning began to dim down.

"...but in her case, I presume it might make our situation worse."

"That's what we should go for.

Devil contractors have a demonic form, one akin to the devil they had signed a contract with…"

"What? You think we can stand a chance against something like that? We're barely tied as it is."

Felicia spoke out with startelement in her voice.

Thalia shook her head, her head straight while her gaze remained fixed on her target.

"Does it matter? We fight and we survive. We kill this….woman that came to kill us first.

Don't think of a scenario where we lose…..even if the odds are far apart."

"Well"– "Ha! Ha!! Ha!!!"

A cackle pierced the air, filled with malevolent intent. It caught the girls off their conversation and pulled their attention back to the source.

Felicia and Monica immediately readied themselves, their eyes slowly widening in shock at the sight before them.

Mila's body quivered with pain, lightning sparks emitting ever so often.

It remained a palpable stigma to her figure, roaming about within her body continuously.

The pain was unbearable, and perhaps even more so as part of her body had been scarred by the brunt of the lightning.

Her scaled armoured limbs broke to pieces, fried by the intensity of the attack while smoke emitted from half of the surface of her face.

Crimson bolts of energy shot out of her body into the air, her teeth baring out as rage filled her pupils. Transforming it into two pools of crimson.

Thalia frowned at the sight, hardly because of the Miasma that emitted from her body and more so, because of the effect of the lightning.

'Half her body? Did she….somehow control the lighting to spread to only half of her body?'

The thought alone seemed simple, but controlling a spell cast by another was more difficult than breathing in space.

Because it was from another, alien to the body.

It wasn't meant to be controlled, but with Mastery….severe Mastery, that is. It was possible to do so.

'I assumed she was a Fire Battle Mage but what class is she really?'

A sigh escaped her lips.

'Does it matter? It's going to be a demonic class, anyways.'

Mila took a step forward, her body suffused in a blast of dark crimson energy.

Bolts of it streamed out of her body like lightning.

Her scaled, armoured limbs cracked as the sound of bones moulding echoed in the air. It shifted from the side position to her back while two human arms formed in its place.

The outstretched human arms reached for her waist where the Bolts of Miasma sparked with intensity.

She stretched her arms into it and pulled out her katana, her gaze sparked with a mad glint as it fixed on the girls.

"I don't use my Katana unless I find you worthy. You should be pleased with yourselves. This night shall be marked as the best day of your life."

She pulled out her katana from the sheath, its eerie blade glinting with a lustre as the Miasma pooled onto the blade.

Bolts sparking out of it and her body.

Scales began to form over her skin, covering the entire body like a suit of armour, and hardening with the flow of Miasma.

The rush of energy that came with it was profound, nearly blinding her in her own pool of pleasure.

The wave of newfound power caused a sonic blast that shook the earth, forming a crater below as rocks bulged into the air.

Her lips curled into a tight smile as she said.

"2nd Demonic Gate Unlocked."

*****

While the fight brewed in the Garden of the Forest, many more confrontations ensued elsewhere.

Despite that, many parts of the Academy remained unharmed and untouchable.

One of those was the mystical office of the Headmaster, its floating furniture and shelves marking its esoteric sight.

The Headmaster sat on one of those furniture, legs folded and his fingers placed intricately on the handle of his teacup.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he took a sip, the hot fumes emitting out of his mouth as he did so.

He had his eyes set on three large screens.

Each shows a part of the Academy undergoing some sort of confrontation or the other.

His gaze didn't seem to wander to the rest but remained drawn to the one in the middle.

One that displayed the fight in which his daughter was actively participating.

For a while, he seemed entirely focused on the scene as it unfolded, but that stopped when a presence appeared on his radar.

He sighed as he dropped his cup of tea, adjusting his monocle as the chair rotated to his back.

"Student President…do what do I owe this visit?"

A distance away, on a magic circle that stood in the vast expanse of the Headmaster's Office, Phestus Greenhorn stood in place.

He was adorned in his pyjamas and bathing robe, a lethargic expression on his face as he yawned.

"What sort of question is that, Headmaster? Our Academy is being attacked right now? Isn't that enough reason?"

The Headmaster chuckled as the chair floated back towards its former position.

"Has there been any loss on our side?"

Phestus tilted his head a bit, his thoughts reeling in as he narrowed his eyes.

"Not any that I am aware of but why does it matter? This is a problem that can be easily resolved with your intervention.

I assume the System Uprisers have a plan as well. Knowing fully well that winning would be difficult."

The Headmaster scoffed, picking up his cup of tea a moment later.

"Mariam Aquarius, Tiara Goldin, Alicia Berry, Marshall Lorientt and Timothy Pheran.

These are the names of the students I have seen them capture."

Phestus froze in place, surprise evident in his expression.

"Then…why have we not gone after them? If you know they are go–

He stopped mid-sentence, his thoughts spinning in overdrive as a scowl formed on his forehead.

"...do you have a plan?"

The Headmaster's lips curled up, satisfaction etched in his expression.

"What is there to chase? They have a transport Scroll that immediately takes them to their hideout…"

His gaze wandered off to a screen where a particular image played.

There, a scene of masked figures rushing through the tall grasses behind the Hostel towards the building came into view.

Phestus tilted his head towards it, intrigued by the scene.

"Where are they coming from?"

"The same place they are taking them to….a Territorial Space…cut off from ours."

"Territorial Space?" Phestus repeated, shock etched in his voice.

"How did they manage to…."

His gaze narrowed in realization. Then a sigh escaped his lips.

"So, how do you intend on catching them? I can see you have decided not to act because you don't wish to scare them off."

"That's the short version of my plan but yes….if we appear now and take charge of the situation. They will simply run back to their hideout, and take their captives with them."

Phestus remained silent for a moment, folding his hands as he walked forward, towards the hovering screens.

His thoughts reeled in as he did so.

'Isn't that leaving things to chance? What makes him think they won't take them now?'

"Phestus."

He flinched as he glanced up at the Headmaster with a raised brow. "Yes, Headmaster."

"What else can you observe from these masked figures?"

He turned back towards the screen and watched the events that took place.

Most were occurring at the year one building, but some could be seen making their way to others.

A small number were seen surrounding the last two higher Hostel Buildings.

'What are they up to?'

He wondered when he observed their movements. It seemed oddly familiar, yet rushed.

A chuckle escaped his lips in realization.

"They're desperate."

"Exactly. Desperation calls for mistakes and whatever plans they have. We will interfere and take them down tonight."

"Yes, but we still have to figure out their hideout in the meantime. If their desperation is prolonged then there is no confirmation that we wouldn't be affected as well."

"Oh, no. I've made plans for that. And that plan is on her way."

Phestus looked up in confusion.

"Who?"

The Headmaster chuckled, a low hum reverberating down his throat. He flicked his finger and ignited a flame to life, beneath his cup of tea as he replied.

"Just an old classmate of mine."

His smirk grew wilder.

"Kira Merlin."