Meanwhile, back with the students, the rhythmic movements of the carriage filled the night. Outside, the ghostly terrain of the Demon Kingdom blurred into streaks of violet mist and faint, flickering flames.
Most of the students were asleep or lost in quiet conversation, wanting to recharge their batteries before they arrived at Asthotar before dawn.
Albedo had remained in the same seat the entire time, his legs crossed and his eyes closed as mana shimmered around him, pulsing like a slow heartbeat as he trained, and read through the Draconic Memories he had inherited when he broke through.
Ruin and Havoc were seated by his side, Crimson Apocalypse Flames and Violet Energy linking them together. He was deep in focus, keeping his Soul Weapons close to him.
With his increase in strength, as Soul Weapons, they had gained more power and abilities, even giving him the chance to use 2 more Execution Shots as the biggest improvement.
