Summoned with an SSS-Rank Portal Skill

Chapter 120 - 120: Trapped?

Tension gripped the students. They had believed they were alone on the island, but clearly, they were not.

"Can we see it?" one student asked, curiosity overriding their fear.

Professor Lincoln passed the letter around, and each student read it, including William. Someone had taken Ron as a warning and planned to abduct more of them—perhaps all of them. The island was not empty; it belonged to someone else.

Even Lincoln, the most experienced and powerful among them, wore a grave expression, his gaze darting around as he considered their options.

"What do we do now, Professor?" William asked, voicing the question hanging heavy in the air.

"We find him," Lincoln declared, his voice firm despite the uncertainty in his eyes. "And we don't let fear dictate our actions. This island is ours now."

Lincoln's resolve was clear. He would not surrender their claim to the island without a fight. It was to be the home of their magic academy, and he would not let anyone jeopardize that.

William, though heartened by Lincoln's determination to find Ron and uncover the truth, couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. This branch of the Snowpeak Academy didn't exist in his time, which meant something went terribly wrong.

What if this mysterious enemy succeeded in killing everyone? The possibility was real, and the thought sent shivers down his spine. But William was here now, and he wouldn't allow this person to harm any of the students.

'I'll find out who's behind this,' he vowed silently, his grip tightening on Asura's hilt.

With the sun illuminating the island and the diminished threat of nocturnal beasts, the students united in their

William awoke to the cold, damp sensation of stone against his cheek. He groaned, his head throbbing, his body aching. He sat up, his eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light. He found himself in a small, stone cell, devoid of any furniture or windows. The only source of light came from a flickering torch mounted on the wall, casting long, dancing shadows that played tricks on his eyes.

He was trapped. Kidnapped.

Panic clawed at his throat, but he forced it down. He needed to stay calm, assess his situation, and find a way out. He examined the cell, searching for any weaknesses or hidden passages. The walls were solid, the stone cold and unforgiving. The iron bars of the door were thick and sturdy, leaving no room for escape.

He slumped against the wall, his mind racing. Who had taken him? Why? Was Ron here too? And what did they want with them? The questions swirled in his head, unanswered and unsettling.

Then, William heard footsteps coming to his direction. The footsteps were slow, as if the person wanted to make William scared. It worked.

When the cell door opened, he couldn't believe who he saw there.