No More Pain For This Villain.

Chapter 288 The Guardian Of The Ruins

As the time drew near, multiple carriages arrived to transport the students up into the sky and onto the floating piece of land where the ruins of Eshmera awaited. Amrose Nexus, towering above the crowd, addressed the participants, urging them to heed the counsel of their guides and professors before boarding the carriages.

"We've got this," Adam said, his voice filled with determination.

"Yeah, let's show them what we're made of," Isolde added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Professor Night stood by their side, offering words of encouragement and guidance.

"Remember, stick together and trust each other," she said, her voice steady and reassuring.

As the time drew near, multiple carriages arrived to transport the students up into the sky.

"Here we go," Blaze muttered, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement but-

"Ren leave that cat down here," said professor.

"Yeah," Ren picked Blaze off his shoulder and threw him on the ground.

"Whoa!!?!!! What??" Blaze asked.

"No contracted beasts are allowed for this round, Smokeball." Ren gave him a mental note.

"Oh fuck it, who even wants to go...." Blaze's irritated tone was evident in Ren's mind.

"We won't let you down, professor," Adam called out confidently before boarding the carriage.

The journey was swift, and soon they found themselves landing on the floating piece of land known as the ruins of Eshmera.

"Wow, this is incredible," Erik exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder.

"It's like something out of a storybook," Vexa added, her whispering voice filled with awe.

As they disembarked from the carriage, the students couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the magnitude of the ruins before them.

"It's even more impressive up close," Aron remarked, his voice tinged with reverence.

Despite the decay that surrounded them, there was a sense of majesty to the ruins.

"It's like stepping into another world," Isolde murmured, her gaze sweeping over the ancient structures.

The Ruins of Eshmera sprawled across the floating piece of land, a haunting landscape frozen in time. Crumbling walls, weathered by centuries of neglect, surrounded the ruins like silent sentinels guarding a forgotten kingdom. Towering statues, their features worn away by the passage of ages, stood sentinel over the desolate landscape, their once majestic forms now reduced to mere shadows of their former glory.

Amidst the ruins, fallen manors lay in ruin, their once grand facades now mere shells of their former selves. Moss-covered stones and crumbling arches bore witness to the ravages of time, while thousands of tombstones dotted the landscape, a silent testament to the lives that had once thrived within these walls.

Carvings of mythical creatures adorned the ancient structures, their intricate designs hinting at the rich tapestry of legends and folklore that once defined the kingdom of Eshmera. Dragons, with their scaled bodies and fearsome visages, loomed large in the carvings, their presence a reminder of the ancient magic that once permeated these lands.

Despite the decay that surrounded them, there was a sense of eerie beauty to the ruins, a melancholy majesty that spoke to the passage of time. As the students ventured further into the heart of the ruins, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the magnitude of the ancient city that lay before them. Each crumbling stone and weathered carving told a story of a civilization long gone, a testament to the enduring legacy of Eshmera and its people.

The students stood on the edge of the ruins of Eshmera, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Professor Night had briefed them on what to expect, but nothing could prepare them for the sight that greeted them now.

Calm down, breathe, Erik reminded himself, trying to steady his racing pulse.

Around them, the gathered crowd murmured in excitement. This was the moment they had been waiting for, the beginning of the Mage's Gambit.

But then, something caught their eye—a dark shape descending from the sky.

A wyvern.

The majestic creature landed gracefully before them, its powerful wings beating the air. The students watched in awe as a figure dismounted from its back.

The man wore a robe of purest white, his face obscured by a hood. His presence commanded attention, and the air seemed to crackle with energy as he approached.

"This year's crop looks promising," he declared, his voice echoing across the ruins.

The students exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to make of this unexpected arrival. But one thing was clear—this was no ordinary guy.

As the students gazed upon the mysterious figure in white, a hush fell over the crowd. His presence seemed to radiate power and authority, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence in his presence.

With a voice as ancient as time itself, he spoke, his words carrying the weight of centuries. "I am known as Eldric," he began, his voice low and resonant, each word dripping with wisdom and age. "I am the Keeper of the Ruins, guardian of this sacred place."

The students listened intently, captivated by his words.

"I am here to oversee the Mage's Gambit," Eldric continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled students. "To ensure that the trials are conducted with fairness and integrity."

His words echoed in the air, filling the ruins with a sense of solemnity. The students couldn't help but feel a shiver run down their spines at the gravity of his presence.

"As you embark on this journey, remember that you do so not just for yourselves, but for the honor of your academies and the future of magic itself," Eldric intoned, his voice carrying a note of solemnity.

With that, he stepped back, allowing the students to prepare themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. But his words lingered in their minds, a reminder of the responsibility they bore as participants in the Mage's Gambit.

'The first transcendent-' Ren thought in his mind,'- this bozo is hard to forget.'