The Extra's Rise-Chapter 571: Prelude To Fall Ball (1)

After my refreshing conversation with Clara, I was making my way back through the Academy’s corridors when my neural interface chimed with an official communication. A message from the Headmaster’s office appeared in my peripheral vision, requesting my immediate presence for a private meeting.

Headmaster Eva Lopez. Rank 10 of humanity. A Radiant-rank mage whose power commanded respect across every continent. The fact that she wanted to see me personally, rather than through administrative channels, suggested this wasn’t a routine academic matter.

I made my way through the Academy’s administrative wing, past the efficiently bustling offices and up to the top floor where the Headmaster’s private office occupied a position that offered panoramic views of the island’s landscape. The elevator ride gave me time to consider what might have prompted this summons.

The office door was crafted from rare materials that seemed to shimmer with their own inner light, and I could feel the subtle magical wards that protected this space from both physical intrusion and magical surveillance. I knocked respectfully and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in, Arthur," came the familiar voice from within.

I stepped into an office that managed to be both imposing and comfortable. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered spectacular views of the Academy grounds, while the furniture was arranged to create an atmosphere of professional authority tempered by personal warmth. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with texts on magical theory, educational philosophy, and what appeared to be personal journals dating back decades.

"Greetings, Headmaster," I said with a respectful smile as I took in the sight of Eva Lopez seated behind her impressive desk.

She was exactly as I remembered—navy blue hair that seemed to capture and reflect light in subtle ways, and eyes that held the kind of depth that came from years of bearing tremendous responsibility. Her presence radiated the controlled power that marked all Radiant-rank individuals, but there was something else in her expression as she looked at me. Something that might have been concern.

"Hello, Arthur," she replied, gesturing to the chair positioned in front of her desk. "Please, sit."

As I settled into the comfortable chair, Eva studied my face with the kind of analytical attention that suggested she was seeing more than surface appearances.

"You seem more and more remarkable every time I see you," she said with a slight sigh that carried complex emotions. "It’s almost ridiculous how quickly you’re developing."

I chuckled at her assessment, recognizing the mixture of pride and apprehension in her tone. "I do my best to meet expectations, Headmaster."

"That’s exactly what concerns me," she replied, her voice taking on a more serious quality. "But before we discuss that, how are you doing? Really doing?"

I understood immediately what she was referring to. The loss of Magnus Draykar was still a raw wound, one that affected not just me personally but the entire magical community’s understanding of what was possible.

"I am managing," I said honestly. "Master accomplished what needed to be done. He killed the Vampire Monarch and saved countless lives in the process. Now I must do what I need to do to continue that work."

Eva nodded approvingly. "That is a healthy mindset to have. Magnus would be proud of your resilience." She paused, her expression growing more contemplative. "Speaking of what you need to do, I understand our little troublemaker is planning to leave the Academy before graduation?"

There was no point in attempting deception with someone of Eva’s capabilities and experience. "Yes," I confirmed. "My responsibilities with Ouroboros have grown beyond what I can manage while maintaining full-time student status. I need to focus on the future."

"For the future," she repeated quietly, leaning back in her chair as if the phrase carried weight beyond its simple meaning. "Arthur, let me ask you something. What do you think is the greatest source of frustration for all Radiant-rank mages like myself?"

I considered the question carefully, sensing that this was leading toward something significant. When I didn’t immediately respond, Eva continued.

"It’s that despite reaching the pinnacle of magical development, despite achieving power that most people can barely comprehend, we are still too weak," she said, extending her hand palm-up in front of her.

With a slight curl of her fingers, the air around her hand began to distort. Space itself seemed to fracture, creating visible cracks in reality that made my eyes water to look at directly. The demonstration lasted only a moment before she allowed the effect to dissipate, but the implications were staggering.

This was the power of a Radiant-rank mage—the ability to manipulate fundamental forces of reality itself.

"And yet," Eva continued, her voice carrying bitter irony, "even this level of power wasn’t sufficient to prevent the tragedies we’ve witnessed. The Vampire War, the destruction of Starcrest Academy, the countless lives lost to threats we should have been able to stop."

She gestured toward the window, where the peaceful Academy grounds stretched toward the horizon. "Immortal-rank mages can claim they lack the power to make a difference. They can say they weren’t strong enough, weren’t Radiant-rank, so they couldn’t have changed the outcome. But we who have reached the absolute peak of human magical development? We have no such excuse."

Eva’s eyes seemed to cloud over, as if she was seeing something far more distant than the landscape outside her windows. "We were still too weak to defeat the enemies that truly matter. That is our greatest failure."

She shook her head, apparently pushing away whatever memories had surfaced. "But I didn’t call you here to burden you with the philosophical struggles of old Radiant-rank mages. I wanted you to know that I will not attempt to stop you from whatever path you’re choosing to pursue."

Her gaze focused on me with laser intensity. "You are a talent too extraordinary to be constrained by institutional limitations. For me to hold you back would be a sin worthy of severe punishment."

"Thank you, Headmaster," I said, genuinely moved by her support. "That means more than you know."

"Just..." she paused, seeming to search for the right words. "Be careful not to carry more weight than you need to. The world has a way of placing impossible burdens on those capable of bearing them."

After exchanging a few more words about my transition plans and maintaining connections with the Academy, I took my leave. Eva’s blessing on my departure felt like the removal of a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying.

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Eva Lopez watched the door close behind Arthur Nightingale, then turned her chair to face the windows that overlooked her Academy. The peaceful scene before her was a stark contrast to the memories that his visit had stirred up.

She thought about power—specifically, the cruel irony of achieving everything she had once dreamed of, only to discover it wasn’t enough.

Eva had been young once, driven by the kind of burning ambition that consumed everything in its path. She had dedicated herself to mastering Purelight with an intensity that worried her instructors and amazed her peers. Every waking moment had been spent in pursuit of greater strength, deeper understanding, more perfect control over the forces she wielded.

She had risen through the ranks with meteoric speed, earning recognition as one of the most promising mages of her generation. Her techniques were innovative, her power was staggering, and her theoretical understanding pushed the boundaries of what experts thought possible.

When she achieved Radiant-rank status at an age that made her one of the youngest to ever reach that pinnacle, the magical community had hailed her as a prodigy who would reshape their understanding of what human potential could achieve.

And for a time, Eva had believed she truly could change everything.

She had been in love then. Marcus had been brilliant in his own right—not a mage, but an scholar whose research into magical theory provided crucial insights that enhanced her own development. He had been her anchor, her reminder that power was meaningless without someone to protect and something to fight for.

When the crisis came—a threat that now seemed almost quaint compared to recent disasters—Eva had been confident that her newly achieved Radiant-rank abilities would be sufficient to handle any challenge. She had been wrong.

Despite wielding power that could crack reality itself, despite possessing magical capabilities that placed her among the most formidable individuals alive, she had been too weak to save the man she loved.

Marcus had died while she fought enemies she should have been able to destroy with ease. Not because her power was insufficient in absolute terms, but because the real world didn’t provide convenient opportunities to apply overwhelming force. Because politics and timing and circumstance had conspired to place her incredible abilities just out of reach when they were needed most.

That was when Eva Lopez had learned the cruelest lesson that awaited all those who climbed to the peak of human achievement: even perfect power wielded perfectly was sometimes not enough.

She had channeled her grief into building something lasting—the kind of institution that could nurture talents like Arthur Nightingale and prepare them for challenges that individual strength alone couldn’t overcome. Mythos Academy had become her legacy, her attempt to ensure that future generations would have advantages she had lacked.

But watching Arthur walk away, carrying burdens that seemed to grow heavier with each passing month, Eva found herself hoping desperately that his path wouldn’t lead to the same bitter realization that had shaped her own life.

Arthur Nightingale was a talent unlike any she had ever encountered. His potential seemed limitless, his development unprecedented, his capacity for growth beyond anything the magical community had previously witnessed. If anyone could break through the limitations that had constrained even Radiant-rank mages, it would be him.

She just prayed that he wouldn’t have to learn, as she had, that sometimes even limitless potential wasn’t enough to protect the people who mattered most.

"Bloom as you must, Arthur," she whispered to the empty office, her words carrying all the hope and fear that came with watching exceptional individuals attempt to transcend the boundaries that had defeated everyone before them. "And may you never face the moment when all your power proves insufficient."

Outside her windows, the Academy continued its peaceful routine, training the next generation of mages who would inherit a world that demanded more from them than any previous generation had been asked to give. Eva turned back to her desk, returning to the endless administrative work that kept this institution functioning.

But her thoughts remained with a young man whose destiny seemed to exceed even her ability to comprehend, and whose success or failure might determine whether human magical development could truly transcend its current limitations.

For Arthur’s sake, and for the sake of everyone counting on the next generation to succeed where theirs had fallen short, she hoped the answer would be yes.