Michael is Back

Red eyes shone brightly as black flames surged towards the students. A hand adorned with claws and dragon scales stretched out, commanding, "CONSUME." The black flames were drawn into the hand, leaving no trace. Bishop's shocked expression swiftly morphed into a smirk. "So, you're the strong sin," he remarked, but Michael paid him no heed. Instead, he walked over to Zoey, who lay on the floor, her breaths growing faint. "Michael, face the threat. You can't fix me now; I was made to die by my power," Zoey whispered. Michael remained silent as he lifted her up and placed his hand on her chest, which glowed as bright as the sun.

"HOST, YOU'RE USING TOO MUCH OF YOUR DRAGON ENERGY. RESERVE SOME FOR THE BATTLE," the system warned. "Shut up, stupid system. If this girl dies, I'll kill you. And why would I waste such glorious power on a weakling like that?" Michael retorted. Zoey's skin slowly began to rejuvenate, so he gently placed her down. "Your power was made to break you; I was made to fix you," Michael stated, his gaze shifting to Amy, whom he hissed at.

Amy had no response, immobilized by her injuries. King Duke suppressed a laugh, remembering the imminent threat. Suddenly, Bishop vanished from Michael's back. "Michael, look out!" King Duke warned, but Michael simply tilted his head to the side. "I see you're so weak; I don't even need to look into the future," Michael taunted. Bishop, shocked, could hardly believe Michael's strength.

Michael stepped back slightly. "Okay, try again, but against my clone," he challenged, creating a duplicate of himself seated nearby. Bishop, enraged, lunged at the clone, crushing it instantly. "GROUND, OPEN..." Bishop began, but Michael swiftly moved, grabbing his mouth and tearing out his tongue. "You talk too much; no wonder you're single," Michael quipped, instilling fear in Bishop.

Bishop attempted to vanish, but Michael pursued, ripping off his leg each time he reappeared. Finally, Bishop was rendered helpless, a mere shell of his former self. "For each time you vanish, I will take a part of your body," Michael warned casually. In a swift motion, Michael tore Bishop into two, dropping fire on the pieces. "And that, kids, is bisection in mathematics," Michael remarked with a smirk.

As the students watched in awe, a white light enveloped them, and they vanished, leaving behind the aftermath of the battle.