Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting



After reading the letter, she didn't say anything for a while and just stood there. Then a few minutes later she folded the letter and placed it back into her pocket. 

"Have you changed your mind now?" Alada asked. 

"Are you...sure that he won't die?" Anya queried, a sense of worry taking over her face. 

"I've met with him only recently and even then I know that he's far much stronger than our average student here in the academy, and you are his sister who is with him since birth. You must know better," she replied. 

It was true, Anya knew that Zero was strong. He was even capable of doing things no one else was. She knew he was strong enough to fight against these beasts...still, something inside her was still not ready to accept it. 

She took her time and thought about it for a few minutes.  In the end, she steeled her heart and decided to trust Zero for this. It was not every day he asked her for something, in fact, this might very well be the first time. That's why she didn't want to disappoint him. 

"You are right, he is not so weak to get killed by these insects," Anya said. 

"Finally you got some brains!" Alada exhaled, as if completely disinterested in the topic. "Well, my work is done so I'm off then."

With those words, she disappeared into the crowd before Anya could stop her and ask a few more questions she had in mind. 

It left a bitter taste in Anya's mouth, but since she didn't want to chase after her she went back to Leon and Ellyn. They obviously were worried about her and bombarded her with loads of questions when she reached there. Though she got off with the excuse that she got separated due to the intense crowd.

It wasn't a very good excuse—in fact, it was a rather bad one—but no one questioned her further. 

By the time she reached there, most of the students in the basement had calmed down and the teachers had taken control over the student body. 

Although there were still some who were scared to death, and other than that even the calm students were confused about what the hell was going on. So now it was the time to clear all that confusion and get the students safely out of danger. 

Among the teachers who were inside was Mr. Halls, who soon stood before the podium, and without any introduction, he spoke in a rushed and panicking tone—a rare thing for him to do. 

"I'm sure most of you are already aware of the danger we are in right now. As I speak, many people are getting killed by those monsters all across the world. However, we have prepared for this situation; thus, you all needn't worry about your lives. Your safety is the academy's responsibility."

His manner was rushed, and his voice broke many times as he spoke.  I think you should take a look at

"We will now transport you to a safe location we had determined beforehand. It is a place built for survivors, so don't get surprised if you find people who are not from the academy," he said, and all of the students listened. 

All of them were scared, and not sure what to do. However, being a student of such an academy had taught them to not panic in situations like these. Now of course, there were many of them who did not fall into this category, but no one had the time to worry about them. They were going to be transported nonetheless. 

"The rest of the situation will be explained to you once you reach the safe location," Mr. Hall announced. "Now we will teleport you there."

He gazed across the entire student body present before him, closed his eyes, and then opened them again while a bead of sweat formed on his forehead and then dripped down on the ground. 

He exhaled once and then got a hold of himself. Raising his voice as much as he could, he said. "All the students, if any of you are using any kind of magic or spell right now, stop it immediately."

His voice stormed across the basement, and the intensity of it hushed even the students who were dying of panic and uncertainty. Those who were using spells to protect themselves followed his words and stopped. 

This was an important thing to do. After all, teleportation magic was still new to humanity. There was no guarantee that a different spell—no matter the scale—being cast at the same time wouldn't mess up the teleportation. 

After a few minutes, once everything had settled down. Mr. Halls stepped down from the podium and turned toward the man standing beside him. 

"Do it," Mr. Halls said to the man. 

"All right," replied the man. He was also known by the name Ryfin. 

He stretched out his arms and cracked his knuckles, then he moved forward and stood in front of the podium. Facing all of the students—or to be precise, facing what was below them. 

Ryfin stretched out his right hand, and soon after the ground below the students' feet started glowing. All of the patterns that were carved on the marble—which in reality were not fancy patterns but runes.

With the activation of the runes, a colossal blue magic circle materialized beneath the students' feet, expansive enough to encompass them all. Ryfin signaled to Mr. Halls from the side of his eye, he understood the signal and walked inside the range of the magic circle. 

Ryfin then turned his focus back and concentrated on his magic. A few glowing sparks appeared around Ryfin's hand and at the same time the magic circle began to spin around. It had three borders, two moved anticlockwise while one moved in a clockwise direction. 

The speed increased, and then soon the entire basement was dyed in a blinding white light. It covered all the students and teachers present within the circle, and when it vanished, they were gone along with the light. Leaving only sparkles of shining light.