Parasites, Magic And Revenge

As the two boys continued fighting, Miles ran off to call a teacher. Stopping them seemed impossible—not because he couldn’t stop Raven, but because if he made contact with the hellfire, his death would be inevitable. Before he could even make it out from behind the school, he ran into Professor Malcolm, who had already sensed the magical surges and was on his way.

“What’s going on here?” asked the professor.

“We don’t have time, Professor, follow me quickly,” said Miles. They both ran and finally saw the scene before them. Soren’s arrogance was so blatant that, no matter how powerful he was, underestimating Raven this much would only result in defeat. Finally, as they watched, Raven swept Soren’s leg, sending him to the ground. Just as Raven was about to drive the sword through him, Professor Malcolm arrived and grabbed Raven’s hand.

What was truly significant, though, was that if the professor hadn’t arrived, Soren’s hand, covered in hellfire and poised to pierce Raven’s organs, would have struck. Raven had been so consumed by his killing instinct that he hadn’t even noticed. Seeing the professor arrive, Soren extinguished the fire in his hand and suddenly stood up. Despite his arrogance, someone who wielded level 6 magic was worlds apart from someone who couldn’t use magic and had otherwise ordinary physical traits. Yet, surprisingly, Soren had a cut on his arm. This meant that when the battle ended, Raven had actually won.

As Professor Malcolm carried Raven, Garrick sat on the sidelines, motionless and in shock, watching everything unfold. Soren, seeing this, decided to help carry him. "What a kid," he muttered to himself. Raven’s shoulder was in critical condition. The professor immediately ordered that he be taken to the school’s infirmary. His shoulder was bandaged, and when he woke up, Miles was sitting beside him. The moment Raven opened his eyes, Miles started talking:

"Man, if it wasn’t for you, both of us would’ve died. You were so cool. Even though I’m strong, I wasn’t as brave as you. I wish my fighting spirit was like yours," Miles rambled on as Raven tried to stand up.

Miles pushed him back down. "You stayed up all night and did some brutal training, and now your arm is unusable. No one’s going to let you get up until you’re healed," he said. Raven rolled his eyes.

When school ended, the Hunter family’s carriages arrived, and they were both taken to the estate. Raven was taken to the manor’s infirmary and warned that he shouldn’t try to move for at least a week. Of course, that only applied to Raven’s inhuman resilience and healing ability.

Late at night, Miles entered Raven’s room and noticed he was awake.

"Why are you staring at the ceiling?" he asked.

After a brief delay, Raven responded, "Is it really possible for me to get stronger?"

Miles smiled and said, "Even if you don’t have an affinity for magic, I can teach you a few spells. And if you give up on magic, you can always learn martial arts. So, there’s no need to worry."

Raven remained silent, staring at the ceiling for a few more seconds before turning to his side and falling asleep. Miles returned to his room and fell asleep as well.