I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

A few seconds had passed now.

The same motion and movement carry place in a loop within those seconds.

The Elemental silver orbs streaked the skies like telepathic bullets. Leaving a trail of dismantled bodies with sparse signs of one of the four Major Elements lingering in the path.

It was quickly followed by an explosion. Then a chain of it.

Unrestrained and uncontrollable. Simply golden and silver light mixing in uneven hues of destruction.

The night sky was continuously impregnated with the blast of explosions.

Its tendrils stretch wide and far in a line of ichor, causing heads to turn their way.

The sky was filled with an uncanny brightness as a result.

Too malevolent to be the sun, yet difficult to process to be an explosion.

It felt too surreal. A blast of art sprayed against a black canvas. Of course, that canvas just had to be the horizon of the night sky.

Stretching throughout the school.

It easily perturbed some battle scenes that played out in the background.

The struggling confrontation of Thalia and the girls against Mila, a long distance away from them.

They were too focused. Too immersed to pay attention to a mere change in the shade of the skies.

Farther in, behind the Hostel Buildings, Elsie had made her way to the battle with Raph and Rita sweeping the floor with Morris.

A conclusion was nearing.

Still, their focus was fixed on the work at hand.

The victory they must first achieve before embarking on whatever play was going on in the Academy.

All the while, the brightness of the Night pulsed like a heartbeat.

A constant reminder of the Brutal battle that commenced in the skies.

Above the Staff Building and the debris from what was left of the Lecture Theaters.

There, our two opponents were seen in a vicious confrontation.

One slowly getting tired, and the other, burned with the same eerily hunger to consume his opponent.

Roland remained furious.

Adamant in all his glory.

He had paid absolutely no mind to the stump that flapped like a broken wing in the air. His focus remained on his Executioner blade as he made wreckage of the clones of illusions.

Just as he thought, they were all fakes.

Incapable of proper fighting.

Too weak to fend themselves from a single strike.

Yet, their numbers failed to dwindle.

His sword arched across the air.

A bask of mana propelling its blade to far superior sharpness.

It plunged into the flying Jane's and in a single sweep, a burst of air blasted those too close for comfort.

The result was a sudden and deliberate expression of strength.

The wind warped and sliced through those around the one he had struck, leaving a trail of broken and dismantled bodies in its wake.

The one he had sliced originally was now divided into two equal parts.

Crimson blood marked with gold bursting into tiny droplets as it emerged from the fresh wounds.

His head darted around in annoyance as the numbers multiplied yet again and rushed towards him in an instant.

He bit down on his lip.

In a fluid motion, without an ounce of hesitation. He swept through the numbers.

His blade serves as a conductor's stick in an orchestra. Carving through flesh and bones with debilitating force.

He struck them all down and repeated the process. Only to fall back into the same position as he did before.

'There's no point.'

He didn't know how Jane was lasting this long. Or how he had enough power to perform a skill this grand, but he needed to put an end to it.

And he needed to do it, now!

He pulled his blade to his right side. A slight frown formed on his face as his head tilted in that direction.

He stared at the stump. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips as he pulled the hilt of his blade to his mouth. Grabbing it in place.

Now with his left arm free. He squeezed his fist.

The Silver balls from before all hummed silently. Shutting in their movement like a robot put out of work.

In the next second, they resumed and spun in a frenzy. Hovering in the air and flying towards him in an instant.

All four balls collided over his outstretched left arm. Spinning at a drastic speed as energy began to warp around its surface.

The millions of clones of Jane's all screamed as they charged at him in unison. A war cry. One that may as well be their last.

They rushed in, in an instant. Closing the distance as they surrounded him.

Closing the light that somehow found its way to permeate him in a canopy of their bodies as they collided with him.

Surrounding him like ants to sugar. Clinging to his body– landing punch after punch. Each caused a subtle quake in the air from the strike.

The chaos continued exponentially.

Each landing on a body of themselves. Arms stretched into fists. Striking again and again, leaving a mark on their foe in a persistent attempt to bring him down.

The continuous encroachment of Roland's personal space had grown into an oval, giant ball of people with the same face. Same clothes. Same physique and same names.

The sight, captivating in a wrong way. Left both an impression of awe and disgust to those who saw the scene unfold from afar.

It appeared as a flying mass of flesh. Illusions or not, they were real. Fixed to the reality that they stood in.

A multitude of people with the same face. Golden hair and shimmering eyes. Brilliant and vibrant, with a goal etched in it.

Their purpose was evident. Their goal was remarkably made known.

The weight of their presence joined together and began to pull themselves down to the earth. And slowly, but obviously, they had begun to descend.

A distance away, a figure basked in golden. His body shimmered slightly. Thin particles break out of his skin and fade into the air.

It appeared across the surface of his glorious Bronze skin. A thin thread stopping it from completely breaking away.

Jane sighed.

He raised his arms in the air, observing it for a moment.

'This is bad.' He thought to himself. 'My body's crumbling much faster. It must be because of the clones….I'm creating them too quickly.'

He rolled his shoulders slightly as he dropped his arms. His gaze lingered on the descending mass of illusionary clones folded into a ball of angered mess.

"At least. That should hold the bastard for a while."

Or so he thought.

A silver light suddenly ignited from the depths of the fleshy mass. Breaking through the multitude of people into the night sky in an instant.

The light flicked with a rueful intensity. A growing wrath bursts through the mass in the form of thin lines of Silver.

Jane frowned at the sight, leaning in as he prepared to charge in.

But at that instant, just as he curled his hands into a fist.

An eruption of sound broke out. A loud, terrifyingly intense, surge of wind that pressed into a loud echo.

The air rippled from the intensity of the pressure. Igniting in concentric circles that blasted everything it came in contact with in a heartbeat.

Jane was thrown off guard before he could even flinch, a surge of wind and energy pressure whipping him back like a floating leaf.

His body was thrown in the air, twirling and rolling like a tumbleweed.

He groaned slightly. Raising his arms in the air as he controlled his body. Stopping the motion after a long distance away.

He whipped his head in the direction of the mass of flesh.

His eyes narrowed when his thoughts reeled in.

'What was tha—

The Silver light surged out like the sun's rays permeating through the clouds.

A blinding scene that cut him off from his thoughts, as he turned around to back away from it.

The Silver light was followed by a crack through space. A loud and terrible moan of resistance, before an explosion quaked the cloud like a meteor landing in the sea.

–BOOM!!!!!

An explosion, far louder than the last. Stronger and mightier raged in the skies.

A cloud of black took root from the source into the air, dispersing like cancer as it consumed the space that shifted away in its presence.

The moonlight was consumed in its unnatural, uncanny darkness. Spreading forth in an ichor of doom.

A cry, far too malevolent and loud to ignore.

The battle that commenced on land stopped in their tracks as heads whipped in the direction.

Amelia's body shivered under the might. A strong updraft reached them in an instant as it whipped everything and everyone it made contact with into a ferocious tidal wave.

Robed figures cried out in protest, mana surging out as they made an attempt to escape the wind.

But it simply stuck its tendrils onto them and pulled them into its envelope like a doting mother.

Loud and ferocious.

A whistle of the wind.

An insurgence of sound and light.

The earth shook. A quake spread through the ground. Uprooting the earth from its foundations like moss.

The skies split. A dome of darkness taking root in its expanse. Swallowing the night sky. A darkness far superior to that of the night.

It pulsed.

Shuddering with bolts of lightning and thunderous protest that diffused within it.

Within the source of the explosion. Roland stood on the ground. A great sword pointed forward towards a boy who sat lazily on the earth.

His golden body was dimmed by the darkness but more so by his listlessness.

Jane simply sat and stared. His eyes locked onto Roland's devious ones.

He held a regality to his expression. Despite his divine mana running out and his time ending with his abilities.

He still took the role of the Divine Son. A being worth reverence and his expression did nothing short of showing it.

Roland found it repulsive.

He had brought catastrophe to the Academy. Exploded the full brunt of his Skill, and left a gaping darkness to linger in the air.

Well, it seemed like darkness. But it was merely soothe that lingered from his orbs exploding. They didn't know that though. And they certainly didn't need to.

This, on its own, was more than enough to project his strength and perhaps serve as a warning.

In a low, hoarse voice, he said.

"I told you, I would kill you."