"You managed to defeat the puppets, but can you defeat the boss?" the man smirked, his voice laced with mockery as he stared at the tired and worn-out students.
"If they can't… I can."
A sharp voice rang out across the battlefield. "And I will make you pay for killing my friend!"
All eyes turned toward the new voice.
Viktor emerged from the smoke and rubble, walking with a bloodied limp. His once-vibrant yellow hair was matted with sweat and dust, and a tattered blue bandana clung stubbornly to his head.
Cuts marked his face and arms, and his shredded sleeves flapped with every step. His expression was a mixture of rage and grief.
"Huh?" the necromancer muttered, turning to face the newcomer. The students followed his gaze.
"Viktor?" Charlotte breathed, her voice laced with disbelief.
Her upperclassman walked forward, seething with fury—his presence commanding the broken field like a storm waiting to erupt.
"Viktor! Viktor!" the young man grinned, spreading his arms wide like a host welcoming an old friend. "Nice to see you could make it to the party."
"You finally decided to show your face, you coward," Viktor growled, his voice sharp as steel.
"Aww! That's not a very nice thing to say to a dear friend you're seeing after so many years, now is it?" the necromancer said with mock sorrow. His smile twisted with malice.
"Dear friend?" Vince echoed, brows furrowed in confusion.
"I guess Lunaria wiped my name from their history," Jack replied with a wistful sigh. "Too bad."
"What are you talking about?" Grey rasped, forcing his battered body upright. He was drained—his mana depleted, his limbs trembling—but he needed to hear this.
"Jack... he was once a student at Lunaria," Viktor answered grimly. "Back when we were first-years. He would've been a third-year with us—if he hadn't murdered my friend."
"Yikes," Jack chuckled. "You're still hung up on that? It was his destiny to die—for me to rise! Don't you get it?"
"Rise?" Scarlet's voice trembled with disbelief. "You sacrificed a life just to climb higher?"
Jack shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, I saw no problem with it. Was about to do the same thing to all of you when I killed you."
"And that's why I'm here." Viktor's voice dropped, now cold as death. "To avenge my best friend's death."
"I suppose we're even then," Jack snarled. "I'm here to take revenge on Lunaria Academy for casting me out. For tossing away a great talent like me—after you snitched!"
"You murdered a human. My friend. My freaking best friend! And you expected me to stay quiet?" Viktor roared, his eyes wild.
"Trust me—I wanted to kill you that day when I found out. But instead, I chose to report you to the captain. I thought justice would prevail…"
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Blood trickled from where his nails dug into his palms.
"I have nightmares. Every night. I see his face. He asks me—with tears in his eyes—why I never avenged him. Why I let his murderer walk free."
Viktor's voice cracked.
"I hated myself for it. I cursed my naivety. And I vowed… the day I see you again, I will end you."
Jack's grin widened. "Then here's your chance. I'm right here." He stepped forward, just a few meters away. "Avenge your little friend. If you can."
Viktor's head dipped. His fists remained clenched, trembling with emotion. Then… he chuckled.
It started softly—low and bitter. He took a step forward. Another. Jack's expression flickered with interest as Viktor approached.
Three meters away, Viktor stopped.
And then… the chuckle erupted into laughter.
"Trust me, I will," Viktor said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You never stayed long enough at Lunaria to learn this. You didn't make it past second year. You never saw the power meant only for the elite… for those chosen to rewrite the battlefield."
A humming, crackling energy began to form around Viktor, causing nearby students to instinctively step back.
Dave, who had lost his foot earlier in the battle, was seen crawling back to the group, sweat pouring down his face.
Dante emerged moments later, limping with bruises and blood, carrying Dave's severed foot.
"You're the healer, right?" he said, tossing it to Vanica. "Do something about this."
The ambient pressure rose sharply. Greg stirred from unconsciousness, awakened by the surge of power coursing through the area.
"What… what is happening?" Arthur asked, his heartbeat pounding like a war drum.
"What is this feeling?" Grey muttered, staring wide-eyed at Viktor.
"That," Lyra said with reverence, "is what third-years learn to wield. The world powers know it—the captains, the vice captains, the principals… even the Emperor. It is the power to command a world of their own. A realm where magic obeys them."
"No ordinary mage can wield it. Without immense strength or talent, their core would shatter, and they'd lose all ability to use magic ever again," she added.
"What's the name of this power?" Raze asked.
Lyra smiled. "Magus Dominion."
Viktor stepped forward, his eyes glowing with golden fury. "And with this power I learned here… I will take revenge!"
As the words rang out, the very sky seemed to tremble.
A suffocating pressure slammed down on the battlefield. The wind stilled. The air crackled with invisible energy, and the heavens above twisted like a canvas being torn apart.
The ground beneath Viktor's feet exploded into fragments, golden runes expanding in perfect formation around him.
The temperature dropped like a stone, breath fogging as if winter had descended in an instant.
A massive shockwave burst from Viktor, flinging debris and knocking back even the strongest students. The force rattled bones and hearts alike.
A dome of distorted energy formed around him, shimmering with iridescent light. Inside it, the world was no longer bound by natural law. The rules bent—no, obeyed—Viktor's will.
Jack, once amused, now stared in silence. His yellow eyes narrowed, the grin wiped clean from his face.
"This… is Magus Dominion?" he whispered, stepping back on instinct.
Within the domain, magic itself responded to Viktor like a loyal servant. Arcs of lightning slithered across cracked earth. The air pulsed with raw, sentient power.
Then—Viktor opened his eyes.
His golden pupils shone like suns, and when he spoke, the battlefield obeyed.
"You're in my world now."
I just want to make a quick reference to something... If you have watched the anime known as Jujutsu Kaisen, then consider this Magus Dominion on the lines of Domain expansion.
Keep reading guys and I hope I didn't really spoil the show🥲