Logan surged forward with Burst Charge, flames consuming his body as he hurtled toward his opponents. The two boys reacted swiftly, creating walls of earth to block his advance, determined to keep their distance. George summoned massive spiked metal poles and hurled them toward Logan, while Jonathan unleashed sonic waves with his twin swords to strike from afar.
Logan's charge smashed through rocks, the earth shattering under his momentum. He shrugged off the incoming attacks using Infernal Wrath, his fury burning hotter with each moment. However, the skill came at a cost—it blinded him with unrestrained rage. While Scorch could control such raw power, Logan lacked the same advantage, his anger driving him recklessly forward in his pursuit of Jonathan.
As Logan closed in on Jonathan, George panicked. He grabbed a poleaxe, swinging it desperately to intercept Logan. The blade struck true, slicing through Logan's scales on his shoulder—the first weapon to genuinely wound him. Yet Logan, consumed by his fury, paid no heed to his injury, refusing to stop his advance.
Logan reached out, gripping one of Jonathan's swords despite its sharp edge slicing away at his scales. The heat of the blade grew unbearable, turning molten hot and forcing Jonathan to release it. But his retreat wasn't swift enough—Logan's tail swept forward in a devastating arc, flinging Jonathan away like Brian before him.
Now focused on George, Logan was determined to face the spear wielder alone, avoiding any chance of being stabbed from behind.
Jonathan, seeing his friend now isolated, kept his distance and readied his poleaxe. He swung it with precision, maintaining momentum to keep Logan at bay. His only hope lay in overpowering the beast before him, and he twisted his body with each swing to add greater force to the axe's tip, aiming to cleave Logan in half.
"Come! You think you can touch me before I slice you in half?" Jonathan roared, his voice echoing with defiance as he advanced, his poleaxe poised to strike.
Logan, blinded by fury, ignored reason. He could have unleashed Flame Breath to force Jonathan back, but instead, he chose raw aggression. Activating Searing Whip, his tail glowed a molten orange, radiating intense heat as he swung it with devastating force, aiming to shatter Jonathan's blade and charge forward to finish him.
Jonathan didn't falter. He pressed on, his movements creating afterimages as he advanced like a relentless, spinning blender. The clash came in an instant—blade met tail in a violent collision.
Logan roared in agony as the impact sent a searing pain through his body, the sensation akin to losing an arm. Jonathan's blade tip had broken off, embedding itself halfway into Logan's glowing tail, which was slowly melting the metal.
The pain was unbearable, and Logan's roar shook the battlefield, his sanity slipping further into the abyss. Rage, wrath, and unbridled anger consumed him as his tail hung, half-sliced and smoldering.
Logan didn't stop advancing, his claws tearing through the ground as he propelled himself forward with raw power. Jonathan, stunned and unable to think clearly, clutched his broken weapon—now reduced to little more than a stick.
With a burst of speed, Logan reached him, his hand closing around Jonathan's neck.
"No, wait!" Jonathan gasped, his voice strained as the searing heat from Logan's grip burned through his skin. He coughed violently, struggling to hold on to his life.
Just as Logan prepared to tighten his hold, he felt a tug on his other arm. He turned sharply, his glowing eyes locking onto the source of the interruption.
"Stop, Logan. Don't do this," a voice pleaded, carrying a weight that pierced through his fury.
Logan's arm trembled, the primal rage within him battling against the words. With a growl, he tossed Jonathan aside, the boy's body flying three meters before hitting the ground, motionless but alive.
Logan's gaze shifted back to the other two he still needed to deal with, but the tug on his arm grew stronger.
"Regain yourself, Logan. We shouldn't kill each other," Ms. Claire's voice rang out, filled with urgency and emotion.
Logan's powerful snout caught the scent of her hands, the skin burning as she tried to restrain him.
"Fine," Logan snarled, his voice dripping with reluctant fury as he pulled his hand away, the tension in his body slowly easing.
Logan summoned a dense dark fog, enveloping himself and Scorch as they separated. Frustration bubbled within him as he realized the fight had cost him his favorite kimono, now reduced to ashes. The thought of wasting such fine clothing on a pointless skirmish only made him angrier.
Using the cover of the fog, he replaced his scorched outfit, carefully arranging a new set of garments. With a swift gesture, he canceled the fog, letting it dissipate into the air.
Running his fingers through his hair, he fixed it meticulously, ensuring he looked composed despite the battle. His sharp gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the chaos surrounding him.
With the demons slain, Logan's monsters regrouped, ready to return. Among them, four fallen goblins and the body of a wark were carefully gathered to be taken back. Logan's gaze hardened as he surveyed his creatures, his teeth clenched in restrained anger.
Without hesitation, he cast Holy Nova toward the class. The reaction was immediate—some fled in panic while others froze, stunned by the sudden burst of radiant energy. The skill expanded far beyond the reach Lisa's version could achieve, its range and power healing everyone still injured on the battlefield.
Turning to Brian, Logan huffed, his tone laced with disdain. "Lucky trash. Next time, you won't be so lucky."
The shockwave from his Holy Nova stretched toward Brian, halting just before touching his leg. The heat flared, momentarily burning him before dissipating.
George and Jonathan, farther away, escaped the skill's reach, unaffected by its vast range.
Logan didn't spare a glance toward the rest of the class as he strode toward the portal leading back to his kingdom. His steps were resolute, his mind focused on what lay ahead.
Meanwhile, Lisa, Rubina, Kryst, and Serana worked together to guide Alma through the portal. The rest of the class split—some choosing to follow Logan, while others remained behind with Ms. Claire, who stayed to negotiate with the generals of the Red Iron Republic.
Victor chose to stay behind with Ms. Claire, understanding the potential threat posed by Brian and the other two. Alongside six others, he joined the cleanup efforts, aiming to maintain order and perhaps earn compensation for their involvement.
Meanwhile, Logan returned to his kingdom, his focus heavy with grief. Without hesitation, he organized a funeral for those who had fallen, their sacrifices weighing on his mind. Though he wanted to check on Alma, he set that aside, knowing he needed to reign in his anger before addressing others.
Standing solemnly before the pyre, Logan looked over those who had perished. The flames crackled outside the castle walls, marking the newly established graveyard—a space Logan hoped would remain untouched after this day. As the pyre burned, it served as both a tribute and a grim reminder of the losses suffered.
Logan observed the sorrowful scene before him, Krexa mourned her fallen kin, her cries carrying both grief and pride for their bravery. Beside her, Wohan, the chief of the warks, mirrored her anguish. His resonant call echoed across the capital, a solemn tribute that reverberated through the streets, ensuring that all would know of the courage displayed by those who had perished.
Together, their laments created a haunting melody of loss and honor, uniting the kingdom in remembrance of the valiant sacrifices made in battle.