Chapter 55: No Longer an NPC
Marcus grinned as the heat built up beneath his sleeves, his elbows beginning to glow with a vivid orange hue—the combustion runes sparking to life like miniature suns.
"Explosive Jets!"
He shouted with giddy adrenaline as the blast detonated beneath him, launching his body several meters into the air. The sudden propulsion sent him arcing through the sky in a wild, barely-controlled trajectory, his coat whipping violently behind him.
"I can afford to waste mana now..."
He muttered through a grin as he landed hard in front of the academy gates, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. A plume of dust kicked up in his wake, and a few nearby students stumbled back, blinking in disbelief at the guy who had quite literally fallen from the sky.
"Definitely wasn’t my smartest idea," he added, groaning slightly as he stood and began brushing dust and grass from his uniform. The stunned onlookers gradually shook off their surprise and resumed filing into the academy as if this sort of thing was only mildly unusual.
Standing nearby, Victoria watched him with a flat expression, her arms folded as her luxurious carriage rolled away behind her, the wheels clacking gently against the cobblestone.
"What’s with that entrance?" she asked, unimpressed. She wore the sharp-lined, navy-and-gold academy uniform, her long hair tied back neatly, and the same leather handbag from before dangling from her shoulder like a badge of quiet elegance.
"You’re way too extra. Well... you are an extra, but not that kind of extra."