DEREK JAEGER

hension. As her gaze scanned the surroundings, she noticed Hilde waving at her from a distance. An involuntary cringe escaped her as she desperately tried to convey

d across her cheeks. The whispers of her roommates, engaged in relentless bickering, penetrated her enhanced hearing, amplifying the torment. These were the moments she despised her heightened senses, unable to shield herself from their gossip about how the priest had p

ility to conceal his true powers. The stark contrast between his feeble display against Hilde and his sudden exhibition of formidabl

lde, their shared anticipation hanging in the air like a palpable aura. Moments ticked by, and finally, Derek joined them, his attire deviating from his customary priestly robes. Instead, he wore a crisp white shirt and sleek bl

ormed aura, a direct result of the events that transpired the day before, intrigued and u

finely honed blade. "What's your name?" he inquired, his gaze fixe

is voice tinged with a mixtur

e head-on, her scowl revealing her defiance. "Lilia

ecially since the upcoming drills demanded unwavering focus and dedication. His gaze shifted towards Hilde, signal

Derek commanded, his tone le

on that He couldn't ignore. Suppressing his apprehension, he reluctantly shed his shirt, exposing a sculpted physique, and lowered himself to all fours. A low growl emanated from deep within his chest as the bones within his body began to crack, the agony intensifying with each passing mome

of his head conveying his disapproval. "Too slow. The church would have burned down the Academy before yo

l surge of energy, he reverted to his human form, collapsin

round. His trousers were torn and dirt-stained, but they still managed to maintain a semblance of modesty, though

asy. She knew that the transformation process was painful for Him, and seeing him s

hallenge. Uncertainty clouded her mind as she stood before Derek, unsure of what he had in store f

her. Reacting on pure instinct, she swiftly raised her defenses, conjuring a barrier that materialized between them, effectively deflecting th

ed by the magical exertion, she lost her balance and stumbled to the ground, her body trembling from th

gy renewed, fueled by a resolute hatred that burned deep within her. Derek's condescending remark about her weakness ignited a fiery de

ward. She drew strength from her animosity, using it as a driving force to surpass her limitations and prove him wrong. With an

power of her emotions, transforming her hate into a potent strength that would obliterate any doubts about her abilities. In that pivotal moment

erek's unwavering gaze. "My turn," she decla

the challenge she was about to present. "Show me what you've g

sical transformation. She was a skilled witch, able to harness the forces of magic to her will. She focused on the element of fire,

abilities. However, as the flames approached him, a surprising thing happened. Derek raised his hand

t the ease with which Derek neutralized her attack left her impressed

dening slightly. "But you'll have to do bet

and swirl around her. A powerful gust of wind surrounded Derek, testing his ability to withstand elemental

to harness such diverse forms of magic? Was he tru

aps it was not just his abilities she needed to understand, but also his motivatio