Running for life

Once that storm caught the trainees, all of them knew that it was over. They didn't have the same confidence as the Guardians had. Their abilities weren't ordinary at all, but far from enough to compete against such a strong spell.

After one year of training and struggle, for the first time, they were in a situation where adults weren't there to help them. Nobody would advise them about what to do. It was time to use their own powers to defend themselves.

'Damn it!' Ares thought as he immediately somersaulted to the side once his body entered into that storm of dust and rocks.

He didn't do it just out of despair, though. He noticed that there was a building on his right side that wasn't destroyed. Its foundations and walls were still bearing the pressure that the Ancient and the spell exerted.

It was nearly a miracle that it wasn't collapsed yet. Nonetheless, miraculous or not, it was useful for the red-headed boy.