The most powerful wizard in the magic world

In a corner of Mankro Academy, the blood-stained land witnessed the bloody fights of countless young apprentices. The once bustling scene has now become a heavy silence. The wind blew gently, as if it was crying.

He saw Claude, his former classmate, who now looked haggard. Claude's eyes were dull, as if he had not yet come out of those painful memories. He held a sword tightly in his hand, and traces of the fierce battle a few days ago could be vaguely seen on the blade.

"Claude," Garlin whispered, trying to get his friend's attention, "we have to find a way to pull ourselves together. This is not the end of us."

Claude raised his head and forced a smile, but behind the smile was pain. "Cheer up? What else can we cheer up for? Those children... were killed by a ruthless fate. They were just fighting to protect our ideals."

"But we can't just give up!" Gerling argued vigorously, "If even we lose confidence, then what awaits us will only be a bigger and darker abyss."

"Darkness has fallen." Claude lowered his head, staring at the ground below him, tears falling. His voice trembled, "I can't forget those faces, their laughter, it seems to still echo in my ears, but now... everything is gone."

Garlin's heart tightened. Claude's pain reminded him of his friends, his companions, and the days they spent together. In the battle, they had made a promise that no matter how difficult the future would be, they would go hand in hand. However, now the promise seemed pale and powerless.

"I know your pain." Gerlin sat next to Claude, his tone soft, "But we cannot forget our mission. The souls of those sacrificed apprentices want us to move on."

Claude nodded silently, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes. "Fight for the ideal, but... is the ideal worth the cost of so many lives?"

"It's worth it." Gerling answered firmly, "Ideals should not be measured by life, but by faith. We must continue to fight for them and let their sacrifice become the source of our strength."

Claude finally raised his head, took a deep breath, and tried to keep himself calm. "I understand, Gerling. We can't just fall like this. We have to find those murderers and make them pay for it. We can't let innocent lives go in vain."

"Yes, we need unity." Gerlin stood up, his eyes gradually firming. "We can go find other survivors, gather everyone together, and rebuild our courage and strength."

"But...others will be willing to listen to us. Some people have already lost confidence." Claude frowned, but his thoughts were gradually ignited by hope.

"We have to try," Gerling said without hesitation, his eyes shining like stars, as if they could illuminate everything in the darkness.

"Okay, let's go." Claude stood up slowly, a trace of passion rekindled in his heart.

As they walked out of the academy gate, the sun shone through the dense clouds, seeming to cheer on their determination.

Along the way, Gellin and Claude visited the apprentices who were still wandering around the campus. Many of them were still immersed in grief, pale, as if swallowed by darkness. Even so, Gellin was still willing to listen to their voices and give them comfort and hope.

"We must unite." Gellin stood in front of a group of apprentices who were badly injured, his voice strong and powerful, "For those who are no longer here, for our future. We can't let their sacrifice be meaningless!"

Every word he said was like enlightenment to the apprentices. Gradually, the apprentices began to look up, with a gleam of light in their eyes.

"We can't just be stuck in sadness, we have to avenge them." A young man who had fought alongside Gerlin stood up and said in a firm tone, "I am willing to follow you!"

"Me too!" another apprentice continued, his voice filled with anger and determination.

"Let's turn our pain into strength and fight again!" Claude's voice sounded, full of motivation.

With such encouragement, the frustrated apprentices gradually began to gather and support each other. The flame of hope ignited in their eyes, and one after another, they moved forward firmly, as if they had found faith again.

As they walked to the once bustling bell tower, the anxious atmosphere was gradually replaced by a rare sense of solidarity. The bells in the bell tower seemed to echo their inner calls, high and sonorous.

"Let's work together to find out who is behind this!" Gerling roared, his voice resounding throughout the entire campus. Every voice filled with pain and revenge gathered into a torrent, impacting the gloomy sky.

Claude stood beside Gerlin, holding the hilt tightly with his hand, his eyes as firm as steel. "Yes, we will avenge our sacrificed brothers and sisters!"

The apprentices present were gradually infected by this fighting spirit, and the flame of courage ignited in their hearts. They began to discuss the next plan, how to organize forces, and how to collect intelligence about the enemy.

"We must first find the few surviving apprentices. They must know something." said a thin girl, her voice weak but full of clear determination.

"Yes, every detail is important." Claude nodded, "We must get everyone involved, including everyone lurking in the academy."

"I can contact my friends in other academies. Maybe they can help." Another apprentice responded positively, and the sadness on his face seemed to disappear in an instant.

Gerling nodded, a pleased smile on his face. "Good, very good! Everyone is part of our strength, we can't fight alone."