All-around teacher at the magic academy

Flamingo, a summoned beast covered in fiery red feathers, with three long feathers adorning its tail.

When it flies in the air, its three tufts of tail feathers look like they are dragging leaping flames, giving people a strong visual impact.

Its appearance not only provided Rhine with temporary refuge, but also greatly relieved his stress.

Rein, who had landed on the flamingo's back, finally felt a little relieved. He held the flamingo's feathers tightly, feeling the warmth and strength it conveyed.

The flamingo flapped its wings and soared into the sky, carrying Rhine swiftly out of the encirclement of several spatial rift beasts. Its speed was so great that they could only look on in disarray.

Arthur, who had been watching Rhine's predicament with bated breath on the ground, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him riding safely on the flamingo's back.

However, the Rift Beasts that could not fly did not give up. They quickly changed their target and attacked Arthur on the ground.

Upon seeing this, Arthur quickly gripped his sword tightly, his eyes resolute, showing no fear whatsoever.

Seeing the spatial rift beast charging towards him, Arthur suddenly gathered his strength, his muscles tensed, and then he swung his sword forward with a fierce slash.

The sword light, like a bolt of lightning, tore through the air. The powerful strike, carrying surging energy, flew towards the spatial rift beasts like a storm.

The Space Rift Beast, struck head-on by Arthur's slash, was sliced ​​in two, its severed limbs and energy scattering in the air, creating a gruesome scene.

Meanwhile, the spatial rift beasts that were affected by the sword energy also stopped in their tracks, seemingly stunned by Arthur's attack.

Seeing this, Arthur quickly gripped his sword hilt and pressed his advantage, charging towards the remaining Space Rift Beasts.

His sword danced in his hand as nimbly as a third hand, each swing carrying a chilling glint and killing intent.

The sword blade collided repeatedly with the monster's tentacles, emitting screams as large amounts of tentacles and the remains of the spatial rift beast fell to the ground.

Those eyes that were originally shining gradually dimmed and eventually went out under the constant baptism of Arthur's sword light.

Meanwhile, in the air, Rhine and the flamingo were also engaged in a fierce battle with the Rift Beast.

Rhine gripped the flamingo's feathers tightly, feeling the wind pressure generated by its acceleration. The flamingo suddenly accelerated, widening the distance between itself and its pursuer.

Immediately following, with a long, resounding cry that echoed through the sky, the flamingo flapped its wings violently, and the surrounding air instantly became scorching hot.

It flapped its wings and soared into the sky, its large plumes of flame-covered feathers raining down on the spatial rift beasts like a storm.

The moment the fiery feather struck the Rift Beast, it exploded violently, sending flames soaring into the sky and illuminating the entire battlefield.

Then, burning corpses continued to fall from the sky, like burnt pieces of paper, tumbling through the air before finally turning to ashes.

Seeing that most of the spatial rift beasts had been dealt with, Rein finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

A sense of triumphant joy welled up within him; it seemed this arduous battle was finally coming to an end.

However, just as he relaxed and was about to unwind, Arthur's voice came from the ground, breaking the brief silence.

"Rhine, watch out!"

Upon hearing Arthur's reminder, Rhine's heart tightened, and he was about to make a move, but before he could react, he heard the flamingo's scream.

The sound was filled with pain and despair, followed by a cloud of blood mist spreading in the air, like a poignant red rain curtain.

Immediately afterwards, the flamingo in the air was dragged to the ground by the sudden tentacles.

Those tentacles, like chains of death, pierced the flamingo's body, its feathers scattering in the air, its fiery red brilliance dimming in that instant.

Rhine was also thrown from the flamingo's back by this sudden attack.

He tumbled through the air, trying to find a safe landing position, but the panic of weightlessness and the sudden impact made his movements difficult. His body arced through the air before plummeting straight towards the ground.

After stabilizing himself on the ground, Rhine struggled to lift his head and look in the direction of the flamingos.

Crimson blood flowed everywhere from its fiery red body, and its once radiant feathers were now stained red with blood and had lost their luster.

The flamingo's pupils had dimmed, and the spark of life in its eyes was gradually extinguished.

Beside it, a huge tree that seemed to have come from nowhere took root in the ground like the tentacles of a demon.

The scattered branches were like sharp arrows; some had already pierced the flamingo's body, some were fiercely fighting with Arthur, and others were flying straight towards Rhine like homing missiles.

Rhine had no time to hesitate; his body reacted instinctively, throwing a punch to meet the branch that was about to strike him head-on.

A fiery punch condensed in his fist, and the blazing flames exploded in the air, colliding violently with the flying branch.

However, despite the immense power of Rhine's fiery punch, it only held him off for a moment before the branch broke through the fiery barrier and struck him with unparalleled force.

For a mere instant, Rhine did not feel the expected pain. At the moment of being struck, his body instinctively pulled back a distance, avoiding more serious injury.

Once the danger had temporarily passed, he felt a sharp pain in his right hand, a pain that felt like an electric current coursing through his entire body.

He looked closely and realized that his entire right arm was a bloody mess, his sleeve was soaked with bright red blood, and his arm was twisted unnaturally, unable to be lifted.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart. He tried to move his fingers, but found that he could not feel his arm at all.

His entire right arm felt as if it didn't belong to him; he couldn't move it. This severe injury plunged Rhine's heart into despair.

Does this mean I won't be able to cast magic anymore?

Upon receiving this news, his entire mind was filled with the fear of being unable to cast magic. That fear surged into his heart in an instant, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

This was the first time he had suffered such severe injury; he had never experienced such pain, neither in his previous life nor in this one.

He had seen others get hurt and enemies fall beside him. Although he was moved, he always felt that he could escape such a fate by chance.

However, when such harm actually befell him, Rhine felt an unprecedented panic.

His mind went blank; all his thoughts were consumed by fear. He was afraid he would never be able to live like a normal person again, afraid of losing his abilities as a magician, and afraid of becoming a burden to others.

The fear suffocated him; his eyes began to glaze over; his body trembled uncontrollably; and his inner strength and courage seemed on the verge of collapse.