Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Heroine and Lucan Trapped
The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the academy grounds as students bustled about, finishing their lunch and heading back to their classes. The soft murmur of conversations and laughter filled the air, mixing with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Lucan and Maris walked side by side along the stone path that led from the temple to the main building after finishing lunch and short musical class. Maris, her pink hair glinting in the sunlight. She had a lightness in her step, still savoring the pleasant meal they had shared, and she glanced at Lucan with a contented smile.

“What did you think of lunch, Lucan-sama?” Maris said, her voice soft.

Lucan nodded, his calm expression unwavering. “It was really tasty. You are really great cook, and I love it.”

Maris smiled as she becomes happy and flowers bloomed around her.

As they walked, Maris noticed a group of students huddled together near the entrance of one of the lecture halls. Their hushed voices carried over, tinged with unease.

“I swear, just a moment ago, I was sure I was heading to the library… but somehow I ended up at the dorms,” one student whispered, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Same thing happened to me,” another added. “I was on my way to Professor Elric’s class, but then I blinked, and suddenly I was outside the herb garden. It’s like I lost all sense of direction.”

Lucan’s sharp ears picked up the conversation. He exchanged a brief glance with Maris, his eyes narrowing slightly. Maris tilted her head, curiosity piqued.

“Something is wrong here.”

“Yes.”

Lucan gaze shifting to the group of students as they dispersed, still murmuring among themselves.

Maris remained silent for a moment, her eyes scanning the nearby buildings as if searching for something out of place. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it than mere distraction. However she didn’t found anything, so she and Lucan started to walk ahead.

As Lucan and Maris strolled through the academy’s central courtyard, discussing their plans for the evening. The courtyard was filled with the usual bustle of students and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

As they walked, Lucan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Maris, do you feel that? There’s something… off about the air.”

Maris paused, her gaze shifting to the sky. “Yes, I sense it too. It’s like a faint pressure change.”

Before either could react further, the atmosphere around them began to shimmer. A strange distortion swept through the courtyard, warping the surroundings. Students looked around in confusion, their voices growing panicked as the air thickened and became heavy.

“Lucan-sama, what’s happening?” Maris asked, her voice rising with concern.

Lucan grabbed her arm, but just as he did, a blinding light engulfed them. The ground beneath them seemed to dissolve, and the familiar sights of the academy melted away into a swirling vortex of colors and shadows.

In an instant, the blinding light faded, and Lucan and Maris found themselves in completely different environments. The academy’s tranquil courtyard was replaced by an oppressive, dark expanse filled with swirling mist and flickering shadows.

Maris stumbled slightly, her eyes wide with shock. “Where are we? This doesn’t look like the academy at all.”

Lucan scanned the area, trying to get his bearings. “It seems we’ve been transported somewhere else entirely. This might be a pocket dimension.”

Before they could react further, the space around them shifted again. The shadows coalesced and deepened, and suddenly, Lucan and Maris were pulled apart by an unseen force.

Lucan reached out for Maris, but the distance between them grew impossibly large. “Maris!”

Maris turned, her voice strained. “Lucan-sama! Stay safe!”

In a flash, Lucan was isolated in a dim, cavernous space where shadows seemed to come alive.

Simultaneously, Maris found herself in a different, ethereal environment with swirling illusions and shifting lights.

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Lucan took a cautious step forward, his senses on high alert. The cavern’s oppressive darkness made it difficult to see, but a sinister feeling in the air told him he wasn’t alone. From the shifting shadows emerged a figure cloaked in darkness, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

“I am Shade,” the figure said, his voice echoing eerily. “Welcome to my domain.”

Lucan’s eyes narrowed as he assessed his opponent. Lucan could easily guess that Shade had ability to manipulate shadows by his form blending seamlessly with the darkness.

Shade melted into the shadows, reappearing behind Lucan. With a swift motion, he struck at Lucan’s side. Lucan spun around, blocking the attack with his forearm, but the blow was heavy and unexpected. He retaliated with a powerful punch, but Shade dissipated into shadow, evading the strike.

Lucan unleashed a burst of divine energy, but it dissipated harmlessly against Shade’s shadowy form. “You can’t touch me with your light,” Shade taunted, reappearing with a slash aimed at Lucan’s chest.

Lucan dodged. His divine magic seemed ineffective and physically power won’t work against shadow. Now he was in tough situation.

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Maris stepped cautiously through the eerie, shifting illusions. The environment distorted around her, and every surface seemed to shimmer with deceptive light. She could feel the presence of her opponent but couldn’t determine their exact location.

“Come out and face me!” Maris demanded, her voice resolute. “I need to end this quickly and find Lucan-sama.”

Phantasm’s eerie laughter echoed through the disorienting space. “You can’t fight what you can’t see.”

Suddenly, a myriad of illusory figures appeared, each flickering and shifting as they danced around Maris. She swung her staff, but the illusions vanished before she could land a hit. She summoned her dark angelic marionette, its twisted limbs reaching out to strike, but each blow passed through mere illusions.

Maris, growing increasingly frustrated, unleashed a wave of divine energy, but the attack dispersed harmlessly against the illusions. None of her strikes seemed to touch the real opponent.

“Stop hiding!” Maris yelled, desperate to conclude the fight. “I need to reunite with Lucan!”

Phantasm’s laughter grew more mocking as she continued to evade Maris’s every attempt. Realizing she needed a new approach, Maris focused on finding the real threat among the illusions, determined to finish the battle and find Lucan.