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Confirming that they were clear, I glanced back down at the professor, who was starting to grow on me, and smiled again.

And then I dumped ten thousand MP into a Psychokinetic strike.

The reaction was almost instantaneous and wasn’t limited to Dr. Toxotes. As I dropped my gaze from the ceiling to the professor, I brought down the fullness of my gathered power like a giant’s hammer and the room shattered. Massive fissures exploded across the stadium below before spreading up the rows of the auditorium, tearing apart the stairways with massive, gaping cracks. At the center of the assault, the professor—as the target of the attack—promptly accelerated downwards, piercing through the stone floor like a bullet. Without slowing down, he crashed into the tunnels below use, crashed through the ceiling and floor, and then repeated the process several times as he raced down the Labyrinth with speed enough to heat the very air around him.

Seen through my eyes, it was a spectacle. In my field of slowed time, I could see the cracks spread through stone with great speed, spitting up puffs of dust and dirt in the process. I could see the air vibrate with sound, heat with energy, and get sucked downwards in the professor’s wake. And I was able to watch as the combination of forces finally made the floor give way and fall, pulling down everyone it was supporting in the process. Caught off-guard, several people screamed—more in surprise than fear as things happened to fast to realize what was truly happening—as they fell, rubble crashing down upon the tunnel below us and shattering it as well, and then the tunnel below that. In moments, everyone in the class was laying atop a field of rubble far below the classroom.

Everyone, that is, except me. As the floor fell out from beneath my feet, I didn’t so much as change position, hovering in place with my Vimana. As the room crumbled around me, I watched carefully, relying on Ereb and Crocea Mors to reinforce and protect the areas that I deemed hard to replace. Between their Aura and the position at the top of the collapse, my classmates faced little risk in the fall, but I tracked their descent carefully to make sure nothing happened to them, catching them as they fell to halt each of them a moment before their hit the ground, as well as catch anything that might fall upon them. I held them all aloft for a moment to make it clear that someone was doing something and then gently set each of them down before beginning to lower myself.

As I did, the rubble began to shift and flow, rising as I descended. I reorganized it in the rooms above me, leaving the gaping hole that had once been the floor open so they could see. Pieces came together above me, cracks fading at my Elemental’s touch as they did, and by the time I’d lowered myself through the classroom’s floor, it was mostly fixed above me. I continued the process as I slowly floated down, mending the tunnels as I went before stopping just above the floor my classmates were now standing upon, feet about half a meter off the ground. None of them said a word as I paused, most of them staring at me in terrified awe, and for the sake of showmanship, I gave them a moment to gawk.