Dominic POV

The couch.

The ultimate supreme weapon in which even the mightiest of beings succumb to its gloriousness.

Its soft squishy texture, the feeling of lying upon something fluffy. Pure bliss.

As I was enjoying this exquisite luxury to myself, something unexpected happened.

A street lamp flew into my apartment, breaking down the walls and nailing me on the head. The broken glass shattered even furher within the house, as bits and pieces of it were scattered on the floor. Luckily, the impact of the street lamp was only focused on my head. This prevented any other damage to the apartment, other than the broken concrete walls.

I checked my couch. Yep. It was safe.

Whoever dared to do this in broad daylight must really have some balls of steel.

Looking outside, a flying women dressed in red robes, was busy shooting fireballs in random directions. A person of the prestigious magic academy causing mayhem in broad daylight sure was scandalous...

Using the system, I took a few pictures.

Why? It was intresting, I have to share it with the people online.

After looking at her for a few more minutes, I noticed something strange. She appeared to be screaming and laughing at the same time. And if that wasn't freaky enough, her eyes glowed red and her hair was floating around. What a psycho.

Now, this was really strange.

The police hasn't arrived yet. Usually, even for minor crimes, this peacful city paid utmost attention to even the slightest crime such as shoplifting. Yet, a rampaging magician still hasn't been stopped.

Taking a look at the streets below, it appeared that majority of the people have fainted. Was this the mage's doing? As i pondered, it appears that I have gotten her attention. As her hands begin moving around in the air, a sudden rise in tempreature formed in a spherical shape around her hands. And bang, a slow moving fireball flew towards me. With that as a cue, I leapt forward, through the fireball, and crashed into her. Bringing both of us down into the ground.

Blood coughed out of her mouth, as I heard a few rather painful cracking sounds. Her eyes rolled up, showing the white sclera of her eyes. Did she die? Putting my finger below her nose as learnt from the action movies, it appears that she was still breathing. Which was good, I don't want any trouble with the police after all.

Surveying the surroundings, the blood stains of multiple people could be seen, splattered against the wall. While most had only fainted, the main road was filled with a smell which I wouldn't like being familiar with.

Broken pipes, burnt conrete, a scene right out of a war-struck city.

I remembered lying down and enjoying myself on the couch.

Was I out for 'that' long? Oh no.

Checking the date, it was still the same.

Bleh. What was I thinking.

Perhaps the magicians decided to rebel or something. But weren't they given better privellages? Oh well, human greed is insastiable after all.

Moving along, I headed forward to check for the safety of my siblings. In which they were studying in uh... well nevermind that, I'll probably find them if I continue my search in the city.

Flip flop. the sound of my flip-flops plattered against the concrete floor.

The city was a mess. The robots were busy gathering the fainted humans and dropping them together in one clump. Probably reconigzing them as some sort of trash. They are good and all, but guess not for this kind of situations.

More rampaging magicians were put down, as I swung the crushed lamp-post I took from my house, and swatted them out of the air like a bunch of pesty mosquitoes.

Plop.

Crack.

Oh. Rest in peace neck. I prayed for the magician that fell in a slightly bad way.

And then, I spotted a white haired youth. He appeared to be smiling in a sort of retarded way. No actually, I think he might be retarded.

Maybe he was using some sort of skill or something, he was making a smile, as he spun the magicians in the air. The magicians started to vomit half-way through, And yet, he continued to do so. Until they almost died, that was when he had let go.

"Oh shit, its a nutjob" my internal thoughts blurted out.

"Huh?" he turned around and glared. With a somewhat fierce look in his red eyes.

"I am the ..." he started to blurt. And as he did, I threw a fist straight into his face. I don't really feel like listening to a retard's rambling. There was some sort of barrier or something though. However, after shattering it and hitting him, he fainted like a bonobo.

His eyes windened in suprise as the fist brought him a few meters from his current standing. Finally hitting against a supermarket's wall and clearing his consciousness.

Well, that was wierd.

Regardless, its time for me to continue my search~

The view of the ruined street filled me, as the normal city landscape appeared to have a tornado spawned nearby. It appeared to be black, with lightning crackling in it. Not a very usual scene for a city I suppose.

That looked... well kind of familiar.

Bam bam. The lightning shot out from the tornado, striking the nearby tree, causing it to catch on fire and disintegrate into small little black particles.

Yea. Looks like it. It looked exactly the same as the one Mitsuha repeatedly summons at night in the past.

Jumping to the top of the nearby building, I spotted Benedict desperately making a mad dash towards the school. Oh, I guess he could handle this.... yeah right.

Following along, and in a somewhat little playful state, I begin hopping from building to building.

Benedict has entered the building. The students and teachers had already gathered outside, with the teachers trying hard to calm down the situation.

Oh look at him go. Halfway through, benedict started to teleport around in quick sucessions. His hand held onto a sort of classic metallic sword, as he rushed towards Mitsuha's location.

The teachers made way for him upon his arrival, which was strange. Teachers are pretty strong themselves, if they were to try, perhaps they would have put her down already.

Unless....

Looking upon the teachers, I noticed some adults mingled among the casualties. Perhaps they had already exhausted most of their efforts into calming down their colleagues.

Could the mages have casted some sort of wide range mind spell?

Bleh. The reason doesn't matter. Right now, the most important task may be to stop my rampaging sister. But on the other hand, watching them fight is even more interesting.

And that was what I did.

Positioning myself somewhere admit the tornado, I witness some strange telepathy battle.

Benedict rushed forward with the sword in hand, only to be blown back against the wall. In which Mitsuha followed up quickly by continuously smashing the strange purple glow against Benedict. The purple glow appeared to be the representation of pisonic ability.

In fact, the tornado itself was covered in it.

Benedict retaliated with his own personal purple glow. Seemingly to barely resist the incoming barrage. Then, the tornado came down.

If it continued its descend, perhaps Benedict would be badly injured. And thus, I quickly hit it away and jumped out of sight at the same time.

Noticing the chance, Benedict appeared to Telepor, via basking himself in that purple glow which quickly moved behind Mitsuha.

And then, with the back of his blade, he struck Mitsuha on the head. Using his purple glow to push aside hers. I notice a small spark running across his hands. Lightning? Did he use that to help quicken his actions?

Actually, why didn't he use the OP spear in the first place? Pretty sure some God gave it to him.

Noticing the teachers watching nearby, perhaps that was the reason.

And then, the surroundings stopped moving. The world appeared to be frozen. A hooded man, covered in black appeared next to Mitsuha. Time was frozen.

It was a sensation that I was already used to. A black aura erupted from him. It swirled towards Mitsuha. That was something dangerous. My instincts screamed.

Dashing out of my hiding spot, I tackled the man. Perhaps all under even a fraction of a second. Leaving a burnt trail behind, along with the disintegration of the hooded man instantly. And alas, I couldn't ran in time to stop the substance from touching Mitsuha. A small dot could be seen submerging into her neck .

Yet again, time began to flow, as I made my exit before that happened.

I saw Mitsuha collapse immediately after that.

Pretending to just arrive at the scene, I called the ambulance immediately.

Her life was definitely in danger. And, I got to heal her fast. The man there had injected a plague into her body. An entire plague, with her as the host.

3rd pov

"kailey has died. " a black hooded person reported to a gathering in a strange circular hall filled with more black hooded people.

The entire room started to buzzle.

"THAT kailey?"

" no way.... "

" Did she serve her purpose? " came a question from the only seated man among them.

"yes, it has been confirmed that she has injected it successfully" came the reply.

"Great prophet jilahad, with this, perhaps we have gotten rid of the core problem against the revival of our dark lord? " the messenger asked.

"give me a second" the prophet declared.

A golden glow flowed into her face. As her eyes glowed a similar color.

"The future has not change, she would still be the one who would distrust our sacred ritual. " the prophet declared yet again.

The room broke out in mutterings.

"SILENCE" the prophet declared.

"we will carry out plan B immediately " the prophet announced.