201 Chapter 201

This was Sabrina, the former child prodigy! And quite possibly the Blood Blade user in the tournament. She didn't like the odds, Wallice absolutely needed her students to be on their best possible techniques to stand a chance against this girl. A one-on-one would have been a real disaster.

A strong cord of unity bound not just Gabby and his team mates, but also their lead teacher. So when they heard the urgency in Wallice's tone, they all read the hidden meaning in her cryptic message. Of course it merely reiterated what they already knew- this was no ordinary girl. She was as dangerous as a serpent, only she had perfected the art of keeping it hidden behind a wall of polite smiles.

Any ways, this challenge had actually brought forth a rare opportunity for them; they could actually go all out! Without the fear of being restrained now, they were like wild hounds that had gained their master's (or mistress') permission to go ham. So, the three hell-hounds gathered together, and assumed their formation. Ibneiah stepped forward as the lead, and Gabby and Macbeth flanked him on both sides like wingmen.

Together as one, the trio began to chant. Their gestures and hand signs were in total sync with each other, like they were of one single disposition. Not everyone was fortunate enough to have a time-space eye. And consequently, the burden of the knowledge of the real truth and image of what was happening fell on the shoulders of Zavier. Once again, he was now again privy to see what was really going on.

Zavier leaned forward and saw that, as the three of them chanted as one, something very interesting and unprecedented inside them began to happen. Inside them, much in the same way Zavier had earlier seen the aura in Sabrina glow, he was now seeing the same thing in the trio. Only this time, their auras were merging together into one big ball of colourful flame. The combined aura of the three now entered into Ibneiah's body. It was a very peculiar sight indeed.

It was just unfortunate that only Zavier could see it.

Meanwhile, at the top of the podium seated on the side of the princess was the knight Scott. He was actually very invested in this match. Much like the other dignitaries here, he hadn't been expecting a high school brawl to be this interesting. But watching the serious looks on the boys' faces, and the ominous tone of their incantations, Scott couldn't help but wonder what the hell they were planning to do. Clearly, they had realised that the girl had turned out to be something else entirely.

Scott didn't even realise when he spoke his inner thoughts aloud to the hearing of everyone around;

"I wonder what they are planning to do…" he murmured,

Harry quickly jumped in at the last moment, as if he was glad that someone had finally asked and explained.

"The trio are trying to perform a summoning technique."

Since he was deft at light magic, he could also see what most people couldn't.

But Scott threw a rhetorical question at the other man;

"Isn't summoning only exclusive to mages who have attained B rank and above?"

Harry answered patiently. "Indeed. But anyone can hack it through a series of matrix magic. With the right medium, then anything can happen."

By now, Zavier could most definitely see the powerful force that was growing and pulsating inside Ibneiah's body. With the way it was expanding exponentially, Zavier knew it was only a matter of time before…

Ibneiah suddenly screamed, jerking just about everyone else from their trance-like state they had been submerged in. The whole crowd watched on in awe as the first major hybrid demonstration began to unfold before their eyes. His body began to undergo several bizarre changes. As though something was growing inside him, trying to thaw its way out and break through the prison holding it in. All this while, his boys still continued to chant.

In response to the growth, his body began to swell continuously. Ibneiah's limbs weren't spared the drastic change tearing through his body, they began to bend at different awkward degrees. All this while, Ibneiah kept screaming like a tortured soul. It was evident that having to go through such a drastic change was taking a toll on him. Everyone watched with mixed feelings as this event unfurled before them.

Very slowly, his appearance began to gradually shy away from that of a human being, to that of a beast. Slowly, but surely, the biological process that was unfolding before Zavier began to take the form of an even greater anomaly- a sixty foot tall dragon! Zavier had never seen one before. In fact, till now, he hadn't really given them much thought. Everyone, every single person seated in the crowd was stunned.

Before now, they had only thought of the matches happening below them as events happening outside their sphere of influence. However, seeing this up close and personal made every one of them conscious of the fact that something was happening, and something was about to something.

It was simply incredible, the effect of having a dragon live in the arena made those at the front rows wish they had all been at the back.

Everyone, every single person felt the goosebumps crawling all over their skin. Those who tried to convince themselves that they weren't scared still kept their eyes fixed on the gory sight. It wasn't everyday one got to see a sixty foot tall dragon. Even Zavier who had seen magnificent skyscrapers in his past life was still stunned by the sheer unfathomable size of this beast.

It's thick black scales were suggestive of the fact that nothing could penetrate its back. It appeared every inch invulnerable, as well as formidable. The dragon's huge black eyes, were about the diameter of a telecommunications satellite. It's powerful huge black wings partially eclipsed the sun, casting a very terrible shadow on the field. The spectators kept their eyes on the beast, not averting their gaze even for a fraction of a second.

They were all captivated, and heated discussions sprang forth from all over the venue. This was a sight for decades. And it was all happening because the Melbourne students thought this was their best bet against this small cute girl. Several shades of gossip spanned across, it seemed everyone had their own thoughts and opinions about this battle. But of course, the dragon stayed at the epicentre of all conversations.

Even Scott was not spared the infectious angst.

"A dragon?! No way!" He hadn't been expecting to see something a sight as shocking and as monumental as a dragon in this tournament for high schoolers. Of course, for kids who had the ability to pull off something of this magnitude, it wouldn't be wise for anyone to still address them as kids.

Scott was practically drooling at the mouth now. "What the hell kind of dragon is that thing?! That's not normal at all!"

"You're right about that though, its definitely not a normal dragon…" Harry was the one speaking now. Correcting the false notion that it was a dragon, he proceeded to enlighten them;

"That thing you see is the more terrigying variant of a regular dragon…that right there is a zombie-dragon."

Scott looked at him like he was speaking some kind of foreign dialect. "A zombie-dragon?" Then suddenly, his face went white; "IS THAT…? Are you saying what I think you're saying mister Harry??"

He nodded approvingly. "Definitely. That terrifying creature that you see was created by a Necromancer. It was created from the corpse of a lost dragon using forbidden arcane magic."

On a normal day, he wouldn't have shied away from showcasing his knowledge on the subject by explaining himself away. But even he himself was in awe of the sight itself.

Like everyone else, Zavier kept his eyes focused one hundred percent on the dragon. He couldn't understand what exactly he was looking at. It was as though he had been gainsaid into seeing some kind of illusion or something. This couldn't be real! And yet, it was! Zavier was able to take a closer look, and he saw that the dragon right in front of him hand been gifted with a profound set of fighting skills. In fact, once it locked it's eyes on a target, the target was as good as gone.

It's bloodlust wasn't hard to miss at all, it was extremely conceivable that this creature had been created purely for the sake of destruction. As Zavier looked on, he noticed that the dragon was in a very abnormal state; its body was fraught with several wounds and scars. It had the appearance of something that had been dead for a long time. In fact, just looking at it, one could tell that the dragon had had one hell of a lifetime. It's glorious scars told its story clearly.

But that was just about the length and breadth of any weaknesses the dragon had. Asides from the fact that it looked like it had just been awakened after centuries of lying in a cemetery, nothing else was off about its overall willingness and ability to fight.