In that moment, a massive gust of cold wind blew against their faces as a white-scaled dragon, with horns that looked like blue crystals, descended from the clouds. It was seventy-five feet long from head to tail, with a wingspan of over a hundred feet wide!
The wind generated from its wings alone caused a huge gale. When it landed, the dragon could be measured to be seventeen feet tall from the shoulder down. Including the neck and head would make it almost twenty-five feet tall!
On its back was Isolde. "I highly doubt that," she said, as Grace roared aggressively at all the summons of the seniors.
From the other side, Percival manifested out of water, looking at the seniors as he walked toward Godfrey. "This looks like a group of seniors against our king. Shadow Club has a right to defend him... as a group too."
’So you’ve been there the whole time!’ Rick frowned, still in a dilemma as he remained caught in the trap of the Golden Order Knights. The moment he let go of his ability, grievous injuries awaited.
"Well then," Vin clenched his fists. His Malevolent Dragon Lion took two steps forward before Damien spoke up.
"Don’t."
Vin snapped his head toward him. "Are we going to let that sophomore take first place?!"
"Leave it," Tyla replied. Her summon turned back at her command. Godfrey’s summons retracted, and Rick also left, though with a few wounds from arrows his summon couldn’t dodge.
On their way, Damien faced the gloomy Vin. "The Pendragon will take first position, so it won’t be a troublesome sophomore."
Damien continued as Vin glared at him. "At least if it’s her, we won’t lose much of our prestige. But Godfrey... that’s his name, right?"
"It is," Rick replied.
"...If there’s one thing I’ve discovered about him, it’s that he has always proved others wrong. We’ll try to bring him to the club."
"He’s already declared himself king. You think someone like that will listen to you?" Vin mocked.
"Then it will be a hassle... but it’s not everyone he can prove wrong." Damien’s eyes gleamed dangerously.
"Imagine using him for our underground fights. He’ll rake in a lot. Tyla, you’ve worked on most of the stubborn ones, how about this one?" Rick said.
Tyla rolled her hair and spat out, her teeth clenched slightly. "He’s a tough one. He might not budge."
While the seniors conversed about their next plan, since Godfrey’s strength had piqued their interest, Godfrey stared at Percival and Isolde.
"You’re crazy. Has anyone ever told you that?" Percival scoffed.
On the other hand, Isolde descended from Grace, flipping her hair as she smiled radiantly at Godfrey.
In that moment, Godfrey felt a familiar warmth he had not felt in his heart for a long time, prompting him to smile in return.
"Grace is now a dragon," Godfrey said, as the white dragon stared calmly at him, her head lifted high. She growled softly in acknowledgment.
Isolde chuckled as she ascended the stairs to meet Godfrey but froze as Tempest descended, hovering menacingly behind him.
"What an impressive-looking knight. I haven’t really seen this one in action, but it looks imposing," Percival said in slight awe. But he and Godfrey both glanced at each other when they saw Isolde staring at Tempest in a frozen state.
Isolde’s breath quickened. That bright sun symbol in between Tempest’s eyes made her remember the painting she drew years ago, a painting of Tempest flying toward a skinny giant with metal chains joined to thick metal balls around its wrists.
There was blood everywhere. That dream was one of her first nightmares, and she clearly remembered the Golden Halo and, more specifically, that bright sun symbol.
At first, it was a nightmare, but after having the dream several times, everything came into place, the Great Vanishing!
An event where tons of white gates appeared and took people, all of which happened before Godfrey’s fourth summon.
’Has it already happened while we were in here?’ Her heart drummed.
"Isolde. Are you alright?"
As Godfrey approached her, he suddenly found himself in the student hall, seated with all the other students.
In less than three minutes, every student in the dungeon was in their seats. Everyone was puzzled.
What was going on? There were still a few days left!



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