King's decision

Aiden couldn't understand why the council was so quick to judge Lyra. He knew that she wouldn't intentionally harm anyone. Yet, the council, particularly Lagertha, seemed determined to punish her.

"I'm beginning to hate this academy," Aiden muttered, clenching his fist in frustration.

"As for the Henderson's family I am really sorry for their losses." Lagertha said with a sad expression on her face.

"You can all go to your classes now." She said.

The students began to leave the hall one by one. Some where still shocked by what Lyra did. Others decided not to put their minds on it and focus on their selves.

Aiden was about to leave until Lagertha called him.

"Aiden heyes." 

Aiden looked back and furrowed his eyebrows. 

"You hate me already?" Lagertha said as she walk towards him. She looked down at him. After all she is taller than Aiden.

"I have a question to ask you."

"And what is that?" Aiden asked.

"If Lyra killed your family what will you do." Lagertha asked.

Aiden slowly looked down on the floor.

"..."

"Associating with someone like Lyra will only lead to you getting backstabbed by her. She would even do worse than this.

"She killed someone's son. A son she carried for nine months, took care of him, and brought him to this academy only for him to die untimely death?" Lagertha said.

"....." 

"Now you understand." She said as she left the hall with the rest of the council members.

There's nothing we can do, Aiden," Pelia said sadly, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll be in the healer's ward."

Aiden nodded, his heart heavy with despair. He left the hall and headed to the rooftop, seeking solace in the solitude. He needed time to process the information he had just received.

Meanwhile, the council of masters, along with the mysterious figure in the black cloak, were discussing their next move.

"So, what did you find out about the boy?" August asked Lagertha, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Nothing," she replied, her tone flat.

August's expression turned to confusion. "What do you mean, nothing?" he asked.

My ability was useless against him."

"But you used it earlier when he interrupted you." Sera said.

"Yes, that one worked but not the other." Lagertha said.

"Only Armon, Arthur, and the king resisted my abilities now Aiden..."

"Zero." Neo said.

"Yes sir?" The man with the black cloak said. 

"I need you to keep an eye on Aiden heyes when the yaijuu's hunt begins."

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In a large throne room

A brown haired man with yellow eyes with a light beard, dressed in royal robes who looks like someone in his late thirties, sat on a golden throne with his legs crossed and a light smile on his face

A golden armoured individual walked towards him and bowed before him.

"King Vulnar I'm very sorry for keeping you waiting. We have no trace of the shadow's yaijuu. We are sorry to disappoint you. We promise....."

"That's enough. King Vulnar said.

"It seems the shadow's yaijuu are not in this world. What if they exist in another world." 

"The yaijuu world? That is possible we can.....

"Wait, that won't be necessary." Arthur went there on his own and he found nothing. Speaking of Arthur where is he?"

"I don't know my lord, he seems to keep his location hidden from us. And I believe he doesn't want to speak to you."

King Vulnar sighed 

"What happened in the academy?"

A young girl named Lyra killed a student due to her uncontrollable abilities. She almost destroyed the building twice now my Lord." 

"Good thing the construction magic existed." King Vulnar nodded with a light smile on his face.

"Aren't you surprised that a young girl killed someone? My Lord?" 

"King Vulnar chuckled when he heard that." 

"Do you know how long I've lived? Do you know how many battles I have fought over the years? To kill one innocent person doesn't move me one bit I've done worse." 

The golden armoured man was confused by the last words.

"I said too much. Anyways I will decide what happens to her tomorrow morning." King Vulnar said with a light smile on his face.

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Aiden sat on the rooftop, the cool breeze rustling his hair. His mind was racing, replaying Lagertha's words. "Does that mean I shouldn't trust anyone?" he thought, a wave of doubt washing over him.

"I see you're here, boy," Issac's voice interrupted his thoughts. The older man sat down beside him, a bottle of wine clutched in his hand. "Just needed to relax," he explained, offering the bottle to Aiden. "But don't even think about it. You're too young for this."

Aiden chuckled, his worries momentarily forgotten. "I've been wondering... Is Lyra going to die?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Issac's expression turned somber. "The way things are going, it seems likely," he admitted.

"But you're her instructor, aren't you? Can't you do something?" Aiden pressed.

"I'm just a substitute," Issac replied, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice. "I should've been more vigilant. I should've done more to help her."

Aiden met Issac's gaze, his eyes filled with determination. "You can still help her," he said. "You can devise a plan to help her escape. She didn't choose this power; it was forced upon her."

Issac shook his head. "I can't do that, boy. It would make me a fugitive."

Aiden sighed, feeling a sense of helplessness. As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the academy, Isaac and Aiden sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. 

The news of Bolt Henderson's tragic death sent shockwaves through the Atlantian Kingdom. It was an unprecedented event, a dark stain on the academy's pristine reputation.

The next day, the kingdom's citizens gathered in the main square, their faces etched with sorrow and confusion. They awaited the King's address, hoping for answers and solace.

In this world, the divide between the powerful and the powerless was stark. The evolved, with their extraordinary abilities, often lived in a world apart, viewing ordinary humans with disdain. Many of these powerful individuals, driven by arrogance and greed, formed exclusive alliances with the wealthy and influential, using their abilities to protect the interests of the elite. The common folk, meanwhile, were relegated to a subservient role, their lives dictated by the whims of the powerful.