"What are you doing here, Odin?" Ermand asked, getting up from the floor.

He noticed that his friend had suddenly turned a little bit darker and scary. On the raised cube tiled with Rogiatum stone, lay Ermand's colourless crystal, an orbuculum that produced intense blue light all over the room from within, some vials with different potions inside each of them and a dark cloak.

"Ermand Chisel. I've had suspicions about you since the first time I met but I didn't think it was worth taking second thoughts to my head," he smirked.

"What? Are you making the healing potion for your mother?" Ermand continued his question. He didn't understand the eerines in Odin's behaviour.

"I have no mother, Ermand."

"You're crazy. Let's find where the others are. Our college is under destruction. Hurry," Ermand grabbed his arm.

"I am the reason behind all of those destruction. I created it, all of this, only for what you have with you," he whispered, lowering the intensity of the orbuculum that caused a decreased rate of sound produced by it.

"Odin, what has gotten into you. You should've been writing your last exam in the finals."

He didn't reply to Ermand, instead, he took the orbuculum in his hands and raised it toward Ermand. The orbuculum flashed with intense blue light that it could produce at its maximum.

"Finally. I've got what I'm looking for," he whispered to himself, placing the crystal back on the cube.

"I should've already guessed this from your colourless crystal in the first place," he said, scanning Ermand.

"You lied to me about the need for my crystal?"

"I just wanted to test if it was worth searching into something that has got connection with you and it seems my plans had been a bit delayed of the yes-or-no suspicions. For all of the destruction and wrecking, why didn't I just look at the boy near me. I underestimated you, Ermand. I understimated the innocent looking dumb Chisel near me."

"I'm not getting you," Ermand prepared himself for a counter attack.

"Ermand?"

A voice Ermand had longed to hear while all of the conversation between him and Odin had been going on, had at last called him. It was Timothy Chestnut at the doorway along with Charlie, Emile and Edwin behind him.

"Odin, what are you doing here? What's with all of this-"

"He's not Odin. There's something wrong in him. O-odi doesn't exist," Ermand warned them, getting closer to his friends.

"Finally, the rest of the team are here. You wouldn't come useful anyway," he put on the dark cloak around him.

"Resta paen. Uncover," he whispered.

The next moment, Odin wasn't there. A tall and broad man with heavy darkened eyes with only his gray eyes gleaming, smiled wickedly at Ermand. Odin's pale skin grew more older and scarier than it was. The rest of his body was covered with the cloak.

"It's time you hand me over the valuable thing you consider to keep secret, Ermand Chisel."

"Where have you hid Odin?" Charlie asked, trying to scare him by producing a purple flame of light in his hand while the rest produced their Aslehms. Timothy aimed his arrow at the man.

"I am Odoeris. I lived under the fake name of Odin along with you and if you're knowing this late, I can't blame you," hr produced an immediate greenish-blue flame in his hands and shot it straight at Emile. But Emile seemed to be more prepared that Odoeris would've guessed.

"Attowo basine!" He cried, extending his hands against the green-blue light of flame pacing toward him. A pellucid barrier covered them from the incoming ball of flame and bounced it off them that later hit on one of the corners in the room.

"You think that learning all of the spells in the world would make you an original Spellcaster that could defeat my years of spellcasting experience?" He threw another ball of flame at Emile that penetrated through the barrier and pushed Emile to the floor.

"Whoever you are, what do you expect to create drama in here?"

A female figure emerged into the room. She had a glaive that had a wide and sharp blade with a shortened handle held on one of her hands and a red flame of light in another. She was Alfreda Trainor.

"I'm enough of your child's play. Ermand Chisel, tell me where have you hid the potestum?" He roared, walking close to Ermand.

"Potestum?" Ermand asked. He didn't know what the term meant, but he guessed that it might be the reason he was talking the whole time.

"An object that shows immense power and vitality. It is with you and I need it. It belongs to me."

"I don't have anything that you're demanding. I'm over with all of this," he snapped.

"Give me the Potestum!"

"I don't have it. Leave all of this!"

"Odin, what has happened to him?" Emile quavered, getting on his knees.

"Odin? Is he that guy?" Alfreda stared at Odoeris unbelievably.

Odoeris gritted his teeth and flashed another ball of light on her but Ermand ran toward her.

"Attowo basine!"

The light bounced off from the barrier and hit on the edge of the wall. Odoeris' eyes widened. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer to Ermand.

"You restrained my power?" He asked, staring at Ermand.

"You should leave and know that I have no Potestum that you're after-"

"I wouldn't have stayed all these months in this college just for the sake of binding company! I have spent more of my time in order to find what I had come for and I will only leave with knowing where you have it, Chisel. And I will snatch back what's mine. Give me the Potestum!"

Alfreda produced a light and shot it toward Odoeris.

"I hate Trainors!" He roared.

He produced a patch of barrier against her magic. The light dodged off back to Alfreda, pinning her against the wall hard. He smiled when he saw that she laid there unconscious.

"I don't have much time to waste, anymore. The Potestum, now!" He demanded.

"I don't have it!"

"Then, I'll take it," he muttered, creating a huge fire flame between his hands and throwing it toward Ermand.

"Attowo basine!" He cried. The pellucid barrier that formed pushed the flame ball back to Odoeris.

Odoeris drew a circle in the air, producing a black hollow space that swallowed the incoming fireball.

"You. You defied my powers that no ordinary eighteen-year-old could do except... for an Odistte," he knitted his brows.

Ermand and his friends paused in their thoughts at Odoeris' words.

"Aren't you adopted?" He asked, walking closer to him.

Ermand's eyes widened. He gulped on the thought.

"I'm not an Odistte!"

"I don't care who you are, I've come for the Potestum, the destruction going around Iyerth will reside away soon and I should have my Potestum before that or else, I'll murder all of your friends before your eyes and you'll stay here helpless. Hand me over the Potestum!"

"He may be right, Ermand. I've seen the power that no Spellcaster except an Odistte could produce. You're an Odistte, Ermand," Timothy told him, trying to gather with his friends and then toward Ermand.

Odd memories in his past flashed through his mind. He remembered notable changes happened to him that no normal Spellcaster could produce. There were many instances where he produced immense powers that the boys of his age couldn't produce even a quarter of it, not even the adults.

I'm an Odistte.