Blood Monarch Inheritance!

"What will you do now, old man? Your barrier will only last a few hours!" Sebastian yelled, flying in front of the barrier, launching some powerful attacks from time to time.

Nefion was there, as well as were the rest of the students. Anyone who had the seventh circle would fight and protect not only the continent, but the continent itself!

Only these two schools were fighting against each other. The reason? They were the only ones who had the back of a rank 3 mage. It did not matter if the others schools came, Sebastian would wipe all of them with ease.

So, no one came to help Ouroboros, and the same could be said for the Blood Spear Academy.

"Lord, please make it in time!" Nefion thought.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, but a fire grew inside of him. He was not willing to lose and die before finding his brother. Before avenging all of his dragon friends who died in the hand of these so-called 'gods'.