Heaven's Greatest Professor

Chapter 132: Venting

June observed him as he donned a tunic, then adorned himself with his legendary ranked light armour and cloak. She had insisted that he tend to his wounds, to come with her to a healer, but he paid no heeds.

June had never been lashed with those whipped, but she knew the pain of damaging your psyche. Any kind of act, even as small as walking felt arduously difficult and painful in such a state.

Somehow Warden had managed to numb himself from the pain. He was not a mind mage, but an epiphany during the lashing probably recovered some of his memories along with the delicate process of shutting off your receptors.

"I'll be gone for a while," he informed.

His expressions remained silent and serene, yet June sensed the underlying rage. He harboured a desire to destroy something, and that's why he chose to depart alone. Without uttering a word, he drew in all his power and sprinted inwards to the academy, leaving June with no opportunity to pose questions.

Uncomfortable with the idea of leaving him alone in his volatile mood, she decided to follow suit.

Within two minutes, she discerned his destination. He headed towards the gate to the spirit realm, where he deposited the credits he had acquired from her to get into the Phantom Accursed Valley again. He hadn't noticed her, but the elder present gave her a look as Warden's figure vanished through the warped gate.

"You want to go as well?" the old man asked, raising an eyebrow.

June nodded, and the old man gestured for her to ascend the warped gate stage as he used his power to reopen the way. Unlike before, he didn't ask for any credits from her.

June found herself back in the Phantom Accursed Valley. Moving up the cliff, she discovered Warden's figure advancing towards the spectral ghost warriors of the past down below.

A spear materialised in his hands as he lunged at the most formidable echo warrior, a demonic figure standing three meters tall, surrounded by a maddeningly gleeful cursed power.

Another demonic phantom fell.

As the fight reached its climax, June descended close to him. Warden was nearing the point of venting out all his rage, facing the last of the phantoms in his worn and torn state.

The final adversary presented the most formidable, a great spearman with a troublesome blend of movement and skill.

Warden used his body as bait.

June couldn't permit the madness to persist. Employing a spell around the fight, she disabled the remaining echoes, preventing any disruption of the intents and power they were generating to go out.

The phantom's spear pierced Warden's side. Unlike a physical assault, the malevolent aura permeated through the armour. He hadn't activated any defences in his rage. But Warden did not care.

Seizing the opportunity, he thrust the spear into the chest of the ghostly figure. Power surged from its body through the spear and into Warden's form.

Warden's figure collapsed just as he completed absorbing the plentiful energy into his form. Conscious, but his expression split into an ugly rage and helplessness. He lay there.

June approached and stood beside him. Their eyes locked, and Warden managed a helpless smile. He didn't utter a word, but June required no further explanation. She stepped down and began removing his cloak and light armour to heal him.

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Warning... The next chapter is corny...