The Extra Wants Control

The teleportation was jarring, a sudden shift from the chaos of the battlefield to a serene, almost ethereal serene and quiet landscape. The transported, leaders of their respective factions, stood in a circle, their eyes filled with confusion, annoyance and dread.

Axl, the dragon prince, was the first to break the silence. With a surge of elemental energy, he unleashed a wave of lightning, his power a testament to his strength. The display caught the attention of his peers, who exchanged glances as they shielded themselves from Axl's attack.

"What are you doing?" Kim asked, her voice low and laced with suspicion.

The others too were suspicious of each other cause they were still in a competition where they were rivals and suddenly they got teleported here.

But Lara was quiet and her eyes were glowing dangerously green.

Meanwhile Astrid and Azrael remained quiet but looked at Axl.

" Someone gathered all of us here and we didn't have the ability to resist. So yes... I'll treat that person as an enemy." Said Axl as part of his scales on his body started glowing blue.

" the last time we treated a person you were fighting as an 'enemy' it didn't end well. So no, we won't blindly follow you..." Said Kim with an annoyed look and Axl didn't pay mind to her.

" Well... He is not wrong, in this case, I really am the enemy..." Said a figure that had red lightning glowing around its body.

" Hahhh... so someone really underestimated us, I don't like this at all." Kim said as her killing intent surged.

" I've never felt so insulted in my life..." said Kim.

" I'm sure that's not true." Smiled the figure.

In the midst of this, the figure finally emerged, a man of imposing stature and undeniable charisma. He was lean and toned, his features sharp and sculpted, really short black hair and blue eyes, his eyes piercing and intense.

"My name is Alistair Raven and I'm being paid a lot," he said, his voice carrying a not so hidden hint of amusement andexcitement?

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"Might as well go all out. And yes, I want to fight you all. SO SHOW ME WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A BLESSED." He declared.

A wave of energy erupted from his body, a tangible force that rippled through the air. The Blessed just watched silently andunimpressed as the man revealed his true power.

Lara, her face etched with a mixture of annoyances and anger, responded with a swift action. " How impudent."

She drew her bow, her fingers dancing across the strings. An arrow, imbued with elemental magic, shot towards the man, its trajectory deadly accurate.

The man, however, remained unperturbed. With a nonchalant widening smile, he allowed the arrow to strike his chest. The arrow pierced his skin, but it was unable to penetrate deeper. The man, unharmed, smiled, his expression a mixture of amusement and contempt.

The world watched in disbelief. The man, a complete stranger, had withstood an attack from one of the most powerful beings in the student body.

" Who the fuck is bro?" Someone in the audience shouted.

" Alistair... he said his name is Alistair. So he is related to the Babel owner."

" Wha-"

The area was a maelstrom of chaos, a tapestry woven with threads of life and death.

In the heart of this conflict, a this figure had emerged, a man of imposing stature and undeniable power. His name was Raven Alistair, and his presence was a shock to all who witnessed him.

Raven, standing amidst the chaos, observed the people around him.

"Hmm... the four of you are not at a hundred percent," Raven said, his voice carrying a note of disappointment.

Kim, her eyes narrowed with suspicion, appeared before him, her fist raised. "What do you mean?" she demanded.

Raven, unperturbed, continued. "You're injured, tired. You're not fighting at your peak."

Kim, her pride wounded, lunged forward, her claws extended. But Raven, with a fluid movement, dodged her attack, his body a blur of motion.

"Interesting," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Are these the royal tiger arts? But as I said, I'll only fight you all at your best."

The words were a challenge, a dare. Kim, her anger fueling her, prepared to strike again.

But Raven remained calm, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her to make her move.

" So you expect us to just wait and rest so that we can fight?" Azrael asked clearly not liking how they were being underestimated.

" Yeahh... don't worry you wont be that bored. Here." Said Raven as screens appeared it was their individual factions and how they were being attacked in the confusion where their leaders disappeared. How those of the military s chool and Raven's own mercenaries were cutting through them.

" Right now, the world needs to know how special you blessed really are. They want hope in these dark times where demons are attacking us for no reason and we are still on the defence. All this is a test, they want to see, all of them, not just the ones at the bottom, those in power need to know how useful you people are or if you are just pampered brats with titles.

You are a test to see if the gods really care." Raven said and they could feel the seriousness in his voice.

The tension in the air was palpable as Raven's words hung heavy. The revelation of the attacks on their factions was a shock, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Azrael, his eyes filled with a cold fury, stepped forward. "You're playing a dangerous game," he said, his voice a low growl.

"We will not stand idly by while our people are slaughtered."

Raven, unperturbed, continued. "I know," he said, his voice carrying a note of amusement.

"But this is a test, a trial. The world needs to see what you are truly capable of."

Axl, his anger boiling over, launched a lightning spear at Raven. But the man, with a casual flick of his wrist, deflected the attack, his movements fluid and precise.

"Be patient," Raven said, his voice calm.

"Let's see how your factions respond without your leadership. It is part of your test andI am your examiner..." he said with a smile.

The words were a challenge, a test of their resolve. The leaders, their pride wounded, stood in silence, their minds racing as their emotions boiled.