Lilith smiled at his words. He wouldn't regret it unless he failed to save Sylvia. Perhaps he had forgotten that this wasn't entirely his fault. She nodded. "Do you know who Sylvia Moonveil actually is?" Damon, running by her side with a bow and a quiver of arrows, glanced at her. He loosed an arrow tipped with cursed ore into the sky, striking down a small piece of the dark spirit, Rashi Ignath. The fragment, shaped like a hawk, exploded into dark particles. "If you know something, say something." Lilith waved her hand, space twisting violently as she cut down a swarm of dark spirits. "Moonveil is a common family name where Sylvia is from, but how it's written distinguishes the highborn from the commoners and nobility from royalty. Despite sounding the same, they're written differently." Damon pulled a new arrow from his quiver—this one heavier, with a large, razor-sharp tip. It was from Back-to-Back's quiver, which he had claimed after killing the elf. "So what, she's a noble?" Lilith teleported to avoid a blast of black fire from a spirit. "No, she's not. Sylvia Moonveil is royalty. She's the only daughter of the Elf King, Caldera Moonveil." Damon paused mid-step. Caldera—that was a terrifying name to hear. He was one of the most powerful rulers in the Verdant Continent, both strong and wise. It was said he had a great oracle who could see the future or something along those lines. "Are you saying the elves will find trouble with the academy over this?" Lilith nodded, taking a deep breath as the last of the small spirits faded. "The great oracle of the Verdant Continent happens to be his wife… and also Sylvia's mother." Damon's face scrunched up until he remembered something—Lilith had mentioned they couldn't be divined due to their connection with the Unknown God. "So what does that have to do with us? The academy can settle this themselves." She shook her head. "Not quite." Glancing at him, she noticed sweat trickling down his forehead. "While we can't be divined, normal investigation can still find us. And if I remember correctly, a spirit can't possess someone unless they have a gap in their heart." She pushed her red hair aside. "I'm pretty sure everyone saw when you stabbed Sylvia and betrayed her trust. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that you are the reason she has a gap in her heart." Damon's eyes narrowed. He understood what she was implying. If anything happened to Sylvia, the Moonveil family would retaliate. Against him. As an academy student, he had diplomatic immunity, but the blade of an elven assassin wouldn't care about that. He clenched his fist. "That would be a lot of trouble. However, wouldn't they be more focused on the summoner instead of little old me?" She glanced at the sky as if spotting something in the distance. "Don't worry. If it comes to that, I can hide you as a fugitive until you're strong enough to face them openly. And I'm sure the academy won't just hand you over." Damon followed her gaze, spotting a bird soaring through the air. He instinctively knocked an arrow, ready to fire, until he recognized the creature—it was the same raven that had always followed him. The intelligent bird was capable of carrying out complex tasks. He had sent it on one such task—to find Sylvia. And now, it had returned. This was the raven called Ravenscroft. Or Croft for short. "Caw! Caw! Sylvia! Caw!" Croft cried out from the sky before landing on Damon's shoulder. He let go of his bow, catching the raven. "You found her? Where is she?" They couldn't exactly track her down in all this chaos. The entire academy was under attack by the dark spirit, Rashi Ignath. Even now, the ground trembled violently where the more powerful fragments of the great spirit clashed with professors, while countless lesser pieces swarmed the battlefield. "Caw! Caw! Sylvia! Caw!" Croft, perched on Damon's shoulder, fluffed his feathers and pointed in a specific direction, as if telling Damon that was where Sylvia was. Damon took a deep breath. He had already sent the other three to Sylvia's dorm to retrieve an article of her clothing so Leona could use her beastkin nose to track her down—but it seemed that wouldn't be necessary. By now, they should have been gathering weapons from the nearest armory, so he could still call them if needed. He picked up his pager and contacted Leona, quickly giving her instructions on where to meet. His eyes followed the direction Croft had pointed toward. The area ahead was in complete chaos, with dark spirits appearing all over the place. Faint humanoid figures loomed in the distance, radiating terrible auras of destruction. Some of them were already engaged in battle against senior students or professors. The situation, for now, seemed under control—at least no one had died yet. But Sylvia was in that direction, struggling for control over her body against the dark spirit. Damon inhaled deeply, steadying himself. "Can you handle the big ones?" Lilith smirked, her expression brimming with confidence. "Who do you think you're talking to? I am the Priestess of the Void. Do you really think a few measly spirits can stop me?" She raised her hand to her waist. "Allow me to give you a demonstration. This is my third-class skill—[Void Scythe]." Your journey continues with Freewebnovel The moment she spoke, a massive scythe materialized in her grasp. It appeared almost illusory, like a distortion of space itself. Without hesitation, she hurled it forward. The scythe spun in a circular arc, tearing through space wherever it passed, leaving behind jagged voids in reality itself. It moved with unnatural speed, slicing through the battlefield before striking one of the faint humanoid spirits in the distance. The creature was sucked in—its body crushed and devoured as though it had been swallowed by a black hole. Damon unknowingly gasped. This was a great and terrible display of power.