My Divine system-Chapter 45: Clash of blessings

Each student was ordered to move closer to the masked awakened who would be in charge of teleporting then.

The order barked: "Move up! Contact!" A wave of bodies surged forward, a mix of wide eyes and set jaws. They pressed toward the masked teleporters, the gateway to... well, *something*. A simple touch was all it took. A hand on the shoulder, a blink of time, and *bam* - the world shifted.

A screen blinked to life with each jump, showing their locations, the academy’s cold, unblinking eye. Wristwatches, those little bastards, all showed zero. Each monster slain would bump the number up. The higher it got, the better the rewards. Assuming they survived, of course.

Michael’s turn. He groaned, a low, rumbling sound. "What a day to be alive," he muttered under his breath. Seriously, who had the bright idea to yank him out of bed at this hour? Before he could fully process his grumbling, a hand slammed onto his shoulder. The world went sideways.

Then the world... dropped.

His stomach hit the back of his throat. He was falling. No, *plummeting*. The wind was a screaming banshee, clawing at his face, trying to rip the air from his lungs. Academy warnings or not, he could practically *feel* the ground rushing up to meet him. This wasn’t the time to question the academy, though. No, this was the time to, well, *survive*. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and held on.

The wind was a roaring beast, tearing at him, a relentless assault on his senses. It shrieked in his ears, a high-pitched, mournful cry that drowned out all other sounds. The world was a blur, a dizzying tapestry of greens and blues, rushing up to meet him with terrifying speed. Every instinct screamed at him, a desperate plea for something, *anything* to break this fall.

The air thinned with each passing moment, the temperature dropping, the cold biting at his exposed skin. He could taste the grit of the air, the metallic tang of fear. The Blackcoil armor seemed to hum with a low, almost imperceptible thrum, a vibration that ran through him. Was it reacting? Was it protecting him? He didn’t know.

He angled himself, trying to control his descent, fighting against the relentless pull of gravity. It was a futile gesture, a desperate act of defiance against the inevitable. The ground, a tapestry of buildings and streets, was rapidly becoming clearer, the details resolving with horrifying precision. He could make out the sharp angles of rooftops, the cluttered chaos of the city. He could see the shapes of figures moving below, oblivious to the terror that was about to rain down upon them. His stomach lurched, the world tilted, and the roar of the wind intensified, a constant, deafening reminder of his impending fight but more of his impending doom.

Soon Michael was so close he could make out the shape and size of creatures surrounding the city each of different size .

"I guess it’s time" Michael said with a scoff

"Summoning: Get the fuck out of here, fiend wolf!" Michael bellowed, his voice raw with the effort, the wind snatching at his words as he hurtled towards the battlefield. And then, a roar, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air around him.

Emerging from the ether, a massive, jet-black wolf materialized, its form cloaked in shadows, a walking embodiment of menace. Its fur was thick and untamed, a veritable mane of midnight flames, bristling down its spine and swaying slightly with every subtle shift of its massive frame. Muscles, honed by countless battles, rippled beneath its sleek, battle-scarred body, the kind of build only a creature forged in the crucible of survival could possess.

Its eyes were the most striking feature, piercing orbs of icy blue that seemed to glow faintly, almost unnaturally, as if lit from within by an ancient, untamed fury. The gaze held an intensity that could freeze the blood. With another earth-shaking roar, it was ready to unleash its fury.

Riding atop the fiend wolf, Michael continued his descent, the world a dizzying rush of wind and blurred colors. The ground, now littered with monstrous figures, was closing in with alarming speed. He could feel the power of the fiend wolf beneath him, a force of raw, untamed energy.

Then, a dark orb of energy began to coalesce within the fiend wolf’s maw, a visual representation of pure destruction. This was the creature’s only long-range ability, a devastating energy blast capable of cleaving through even the toughest foes. Michael still didn’t understand why the fiend wolf didn’t use this ability during there fight. Most of its combat style leaned towards a more brutal, hand-to-hand approach. Now, however, the situation demanded a different solution.

Without hesitation, the fiend wolf unleashed the energy blast, a concentrated bolt of power that shot forth with blinding speed, a searing streak of darkness against the chaotic landscape below. Its target: a cluster of the monstrous creatures, aiming to clear a space for their landing, for the coming fight. The blast ripped through the air, promising to be the opening act of another brutal engagement.

Stepping up with another attack, Michael aimed to clear up a lot of this creatures and in this type of fight it could be said it was in Michael’s favor all he needed was to use his lighting and let it cause more damage.

"House of Arden: Lighting sphere"

"A blazing sphere of electricity erupts, crackling with intense energy. The air is charged with static electricity, making hairs stand on end. The sphere pulses with lightning-fast speed, emitting a blinding flash that sears the surroundings.

As it expands, it unleashes a torrent of electric bolts, striking targets with pinpoint accuracy. The bolts dig deep, electrocuting everything they touch, causing muscles to contract and nerves to scream in agony. The attack is a devastating display of raw power, leaving targets charred and smoldering. Landing at the same time as fiends attack a loud explosion covered the surrounding almost wiping out most creatures within that area dealing mass damage.

The academy was shocked at what damage an awaken such as Michael could create if it was an awaken from the frost or ember family that much could be accepted but no it was from an ordinary awakened, the where quite surprised with the timing and combination of the attack even duo the attack destroyed a lot in the city which might need the government to rebuild but at least he took down lot of creatures down with it.

in one of the government room a huge screen could be seen in the room displaying all the fights going down.

" Get me information on that boy Michael Arden immediately" the man shouted. Soon he could be seen chuckling " guess the academy is doing a fine job after all ".

While everyone was shocked with Michael’s display of power, Michael felt like dancing.

You have killed...

You have killed..

You have killed...

You have received an echo

You have received an echo

You have received an echo

You have received a familiar

You have received a familiar

Michael lost track of how many Monsters, echo and familiar he got from just that attack it was like as if he was reaping more than he sowed, Michael couldn’t check on the echoes or familiar’s he got right now as the fight just began.

Summoning the sword received he received from the academy.

[ Twilight blessing: In the dying light of a forgotten era, a legendary smith forged "Twilight Blessing" from* the fragments of a fallen star . once held the promise of whispers of twilight , damaged and lost to the fight of the God’s, it’s whisper’s never to be heard and a promise lost forever "

Skill:

[ Longing for twilight: twilight blessing can increase it length to fit it’s welders choice]

[Promise of blessings: the twilight blessing boosts it’s welders attack , allowing the welder to channel more damage to his attack].

Welding twilight blessing Michael was ready to fight .