Chapter 5

The scene that greeted them was truly astounding, leaving everyone completely flabbergasted. What had once been a serene morning sky, with its customary blue and white hues, had now turned into an inky darkness dotted with sparkling stars that shone like diamonds. It was an otherworldly sight, and many couldn't believe what they were witnessing with their own eyes. Naturally, people scrambled to capture the surreal scene on camera, eager to document this once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Amidst the gasps and murmurs, a sense of unease began to creep in. Was this a portent of some kind—a warning that the end of the world was near? The thought sent shivers down their spines, and many pondered on what was yet to come.

Somewhere, Sargon finds himself standing on his room's terrace. As he gazes upon the dark expanse above, a look of deep concentration forms on his face, causing a noticeable frown to appear.

"What on earth could be happening here?" he asked himself. It was puzzling to him as he was aware that strange and unusual events have been occurring lately. Despite being somewhat bewildered, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination regarding the situation at hand. He was aware that there must be some sort of reasoning behind it all, but he couldn't find any reports from credible media sources addressing these unnatural occurrences, leaving him perplexed.

All of the Pishachas were seized by an overwhelming sense of terror upon gazing at the expanse above them. It was as if their entire existence had culminated into that single incomprehensible moment that they could barely come to terms with.

The Higher-Up's disbelief and shock were palpable as one of them exclaimed, "This simply cannot be happening!" The very idea that the woman was able to unleash such immense power without access to any resources and having been trapped in a crystal for an entire century made them feel a mix of anger and anxiety. The fact that these unusual events were not occurring naturally only added to their distress, as it indicated that a highly skilled and powerful individual had initiated them intentionally.

"Why now?!"

"We need to kill her immediately!"

"We have to find her or we'll all suffer from her hands!"

The Higher-Ups all thought simultaneously. 

Bianca's vision began to spin once again. Until now, the teacher has been unconscious, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around them. Despite her exhaustion, Bianca could feel a surge of energy coursing through her veins, almost as if her hard work was being rewarded in some way. Even as her fatigue threatened to overwhelm her, she knew that she could endure the discomfort - it was a small price to pay for the progress she had made.

In addition, since her abilities are all over the place, almost as if they are akin to water spilling out of a bottle, absorbing energies from the moon will help her keep them intact. Control is necessary. Without proper control, she risks the detection of other Pishachas who may sense her presence. Therefore, it is necessary that she creates a shackle forged from her own power to deter any unwanted attention or detection.

Bianca wondered to herself, "The Pishachas must've been horrified seeing this phenomenon. Did they recover from the the traumatic experience I had caused?" As she was lost in thought, she laid her eyes upon the unconscious woman lying before her. Feeling exhausted and famished, she entertained the notion of possibly quenching her hunger by taking a sip of the woman's blood. 

She walked towards her, but she could barely hold her footing. Despite the fatigue she was feeling, she focused on gathering energy while enduring the pain. Upon getting closer, she lowered herself and carefully moved a few strands of hair away from the other person's neck, revealing the bare skin underneath. With anticipation building, she licked her lips and breathed in deeply, taking in the sweet scent of Armani which was a delightful combination of vanilla and jasmine that nearly drove her to the brink of insanity.

Without any hesitation, she sunk her teeth deep into the delicate skin of Armani's neck, like a fox pouncing on the ground. She felt the satisfaction at the sweet taste of her blood. The urge to consume every last drop of her blood was strong, however, she resisted, knowing that doing so would ruin her plan. She eagerly awaited the inevitable awakening of her prey so that she could ask something of her.

From a different angle, Armani gradually began to regain consciousness, but soon realized that she was experiencing intense pain in her neck. It was then that she became fully aware of another person's presence, who was audibly and tangibly sucking her blood from her neck.

Armani was suddenly jolted as her head jerked up and she began squirming frantically. Despite her efforts, she was unable to scream. Looking around frantically, she saw Bianca licking the remaining blood from her mouth as she positioned herself in front of Armani, giving her a full view of her stained clothes. Armani's eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her, then she instinctively tried to break free from the ropes that were holding her captive in the chair. However, she found that it was futile, and a sense of fear and desperation began to well up inside her. She desperately wanted to ask the woman before her of what she had done wrong to deserve this kind of treatment, but the words were stuck in her throat.

Bianca's lips twisted into a sinister smile, her eyes boring into Armani's with unnerving intensity. "Hello, Ms. Armani, remember me?"

'She's Alexis' friend from earlier! Why is she here? What does she need from me?!'

"I do not consider Alexis and her friends as my friends, but I can say that they're very accommodating," Bianca retorted, her voice dripping with malice as she tilted her head to the side. "And why am I here, you ask? Well, let's just say I need to do something."

'Is she capable of reading my mind?!'

"Yes, I can read your mind loud and clear, Armani," Bianca said. The words slithered from her mouth like a serpent poised to strike.

Armani's heart raced in panic, and a deep frown formed on her face. Just from the way Bianca is standing—all domineering, mysterious, yet deadly and lethal—it makes Armani want to run away and hide. Bianca's innocent appearance earlier really deceived her into thinking that she's another student, and now she somehow feels betrayed. Bianca is now staring at her like a hungry lion who's suppressing the need to consume its victim, as if she couldn't wait to strangle her to death to satisfy her desires. What does Bianca want from her?

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

"What I want is simple," Bianca walked closer to her ear and whispered, "I want you dead." 

Armani shuddered at the dark tone of her words. Bianca's enmity towards her was palpable, and in that moment, she couldn't fathom what she had done to incur such wrath. Armani's existence was already fraught with difficulties and challenges, and the prospect of further misery was an unwelcome one. She couldn't begin to conjecture what had motivated Bianca's desire for her death. 

Armani wanted to use her power. However, upon feeling Bianca's aura, Armani realized that she possessed an even greater power than she did. Despite her best efforts, Armani will not be able to land a single attack on her.

Armani's voice trembled as she screamed, "Why do you want me dead?! What did I do to deserve death?! As far as I remember, this is my first time meeting you. I'm sure I don't have any debt to you!"

"Yeah, sure, this is our first encounter with each other," Bianca's said, her eyes intense that it looked both incredibly furious and devoid of any emotion. Her cold stare seemed to convey an intensity of loathing that surged through the very core of her being. "But I need to be you in order to do what I need to do."

"But why me?" Armani retorted. "There are plenty of other Pishacha out there who are stronger and better suited for your purpose!" 

"You don't understand. I don't have a choice in the matter. And neither do you," with a venomous hiss, Armani shivered once more, her youth seemingly irrelevant in the face of her formidable presence. Despite Bianca's young age, she commanded a power that left Armani trembling, just as she trembled when facing her own students.

"Let me clarify our arrangement," Bianca stated with a sly grin. "I plan to become you and have your power, power level, and honed skills—if you possess them, that is. Not to mention that your body is as feeble as you are. Even a harmless canine could inflict more damage than you in a fight. However, to become you is preferable to having no one at all," Bianca said, slowly trailing her fingers through Armani's hair, causing a shiver to run down her spine as she continues, "I've also looked into your past, and I say it's shitty as hell."

"What the hell are you saying?!"

Bianca bent down to speak softly into Armani's ear and conveyed with a sense of ominous certainty, "The world has no need for more than one Armani Dell'alba, and that one shall be me. Therefore, I need to kill you." 

With her statement made, she unleashed a strong and intimidating aura.

Armani pleaded desperately, her eyes welling up with tears. She implored, "P-Please, I beg of you, spare my life! I-I would rather be kept captive and endure any form of torture than be subjected to death! Please!"

After a moment of contemplation, Bianca narrowed her eyes and took a few steps towards Armani. She then crouch down, her gaze intent on Armani, but her expression was impossible to read. Meanwhile, Armani's eyes were filled with unshed tears, which shimmered in the dim light. For an instant, Bianca had the urge to scare her even more.

"That's a good idea as well, however..." Bianca looked at her impeccably smooth legs. Instantly, her nails began to grow in length and adopt a more pointed shape. Afterward, she proceeded to lightly run her fingers over her legs before once again returning her attention back to Armani. Without a warning, Bianca's nails forcefully penetrated deeply into Armani's legs. Armani's immediate reaction was to let out an anguishing scream while Bianca continued to stare at her with an unsettlingly dark and cold expression.

"I refuse to merely take you as her prisoner. I know how cunning and elusive people with similar mindsets could be. I know you'll try everything to run away and alert the authorities about me, and I can't let you do that."

As Armani's tears cascaded down her face, she tried to hold back a scream of pain as Bianca's nails dug deeper into her flesh. Despite her best efforts to heal herself, she was shocked to discover that her regeneration had been slowed down. It seemed as though something was forcefully stopping her healing process. Armani's eyes met Bianca's, and in that moment, she realized with horror that Bianca was using her magic to manipulate her regeneration. Bianca didn't like Armani's stare, so she aggressively dug further into his flesh. Each torturous moment was more excruciating than the last, forcing Armani to scream in agony.

"I-It hurts, please let me go!! I-I won't tell the higher ups, I won't escape j-just please, let me live!"

Bianca, who gazed at her with pity, withdrew her hand from Armani's legs and rose to her feet. She then looked down, Armani's blood stained her palm, and despite feeling tempted to simply wipe it away, she found herself unable to resist the urge to lick the sticky, crimson fluid. With a small sigh, she turned her attention back to Armani and spoke, "There is something I would like to ask you."

Upon seeing the view in front of her, Armani was overcome with both a sense of trembling and disgust, simultaneously.

"A-Anything! P-Please ask!"

Bianca approached her again, and Armani closed her eyes immediately as if she expected Bianca to hit her, but it never came. Instead, she felt a soft breath close to her ear, whispering, "Have you heard of the..."

Armani became completely still, her body rigid with shock, as the final words reached her ears. The possibility of anyone knowing this closely guarded secret was remote, if not impossible. Such information was kept under lock and key, known only to those who held the highest positions of power (Higher-Ups), those who managed to escape 'that' place, and the esteemed university professors. The fact that someone as young as Bianca had knowledge about the secret left Armani flabbergasted. 

Armani exclaimed, "How did you know about this?! How much do you know about everything?! How is it that you, a young girl, know—"

Noticing the grim expression on Bianca's face, Armani discerned that her line of questioning had struck a nerve, and realized she might have said something that caused annoyance.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to put it like that—"

"Just like the Higher-Ups and the ones who fled from 'that' place, I know everything and every single detail of what happened," Bianca interjected, turning her back on Armani. She gazed up at the resplendent moon, exhaling a serene sigh. Bianca no longer feel the pain she was feeling before since she has consumed all of the moon's energy, but fatigue is starting to take over her body.

Armani's body shuddered once again as she observed Bianca's increasingly potent energy. Just a while ago, the sheer intensity of her energy had been enough to make her cower in fear. It was as if something had amplified her energy, and she does not knowhow she did that. Despite her confusion and fear, Armani found herself gazing up at the ceiling, where the glowing moon hung in the sky. The fullness of the moon made her aware of the heightened danger in the surrounding wilderness. Yet, even in this moment of unease, Armani's attention was drawn back to Bianca, who was also looking up at the moon as well.

Armani's eyes widened when she observed a soft white aura around Bianca, something that made her seem both ethereal and powerful.

"Don't tell me..?! But that's impossible! On—" Armani stopped midway. Now that she knows Bianca's true identity, it is really impossible for her to survive. Armani had assumed that Bianca was just an ordinary Pishacha student, but now she finds herself face to face with a real monster. Bianca's pulsing aura is hard to miss, and her mere presence is enough to make Armani cower in fear.

"N-Noo....." Armani's instincts were screaming at her to escape and survive. However, she did not have the strength to untangle the ropes that were firmly bound around her ankles and wrists. Moreover, her regeneration process was incredibly slow, further adding to her predicament. As she tried to wriggle free, Armani winced in pain from the deep wound that Bianca had inflicted on her leg, which was taking an agonizingly long time to heal. Suddenly, in the midst of her struggle, Bianca turned her head, and in that moment, Armani was gripped by fear as she saw Bianca's eyes change in a way that she couldn't comprehend.

"Sleep well, Miss Dell'alba," Bianca said and charged toward Armani at an incredible speed. Armani was unable to react, and before she knew it, she felt a sharp and excruciating pain shoot through her chest. Looking downward, she saw Bianca's hand buried deep into her chest. The pain was so intense that Armani was unable to let out a scream, instead, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her eyes widen with disbelief and fear.

'S-Soo fast! I couldn't see, and she just appeared in front of me. She's going to crush my heart; this is the end off—'

As predicted, Bianca ripped her heart out of her chest with such ease that it seemed like an effortless act. As a result, Armani's body then spasmed. 

Armani was completely stunned by the turn of events that had just shattered her world. She couldn't take her eyes off the hand that had mercilessly crushed her heart. Meanwhile, Bianca seemed indifferent to the pain and suffering she had caused and didn't even spare a single glance as Armani's lifeless body fell heavily to the ground, robbed of all vitality and hope. 

Pishachas, despite their immortality, only has one weakness. To end their immortality, one must rip their heart out and crush it. With this, the Pishacha's body will instantaneously disintegrate, rendering them incapable of physical retribution.

Now that Armani has passed away, she's now able to transform.

Bianca let out a sigh as she began transforming. With each passing moment, she could feel herself morphing into the spitting image of Armani Dell'alba right down to her clothing. Even as the change took effect, she could sense her energy levels being depleted drastically and an almost exaggerated drop in her power. It was as though she had truly become the personification of Armani Dell'alba. Bianca smiled and turned around.

Surveying the scene before her, Bianca glanced down at the motionless body lying lifeless on the ground, her eyes betraying a sense of cold detachment and a lack of empathy.

Closing her eyes, Bianca canceled her eternal night. With her acute hearing senses, she can hear the distant voices of people and Pishachas, who were caught off guard by the unexpected appearance of the sun. Now that she cancelled her power, she felt relieved, as if a heavy burden was removed from her shoulders.

However, she pushed herself to the limit, and her body began to take its toll. Her vision started to blur, and dizziness set in as a result of extreme exertion. In spite of her exhaustion, she struggled to keep going, but eventually had to pause as the symptoms worsened. She could feel her heart racing; her breathing was unsteady and labored. She reached up and clutched her head, hoping to relieve the pressure in her head. After a few deep breaths, she managed to regain a sense of control over her body. Slowly, her vision started to clear up, and her heart rate steadied, although the fatigue persisted.

Bianca approached Armani's lifeless body, reaching out to hold her cold wrists. Fueled by a raging thirst, she sank her teeth deeply into her wrists and consumed every last drop of blood, her heart rejoicing in the palpable warmth of the crimson fluid. Once satiated, she rose to her feet, absentmindedly wiping the droplets from the corner of her lips. Finally, she exited the warehouse, leaving the lifeless body of Armani behind, which had turned to ash.

"That was so terrifyingly weird," Ava remarked as she settled onto the couch after witnessing the moon gradually fade from the sky and the sun begin to rise again.

"Yeah, I got shivers just by staring at the sky," Amanda said as she lay down on Ava's comfortable bed. She's here because they intended to go to the University together.

Have you eaten, Amanda?" Ava inquired.

"Yes, so go ahead and shower," Amanda responded. "I'll wait for you.

"Okay."

In another place, the Ferino family gathered in the dining hall, savoring their meal in silence. Despite the curiosity and confusion looming in their minds, they refrained from asking about what happened because none of the family knew about the Eternal Night; only Luther and Kieran knew about it. For them, it was just a natural occurrence from nature, which didn't make any sense at all.

"Luther and Kieran, are you okay? Both of you are spacing out," their foster mother inquired, with a tinge of concern audible in her tone.

In an instant, Kieran's mind swiftly returned to the present situation and reassured, "We're alright." He nudged Luther's arm, prompting Luther to look at Kieran in confusion.

"Yes, we're okay," Luther managed to respond while forcing a smile but they were totally not okay. The twins was aware that seeking their parent's help to find 'that' woman would not be wise since doing so could put her at risk of the family's detection. Their ignorance of the situation was unsurprising since they had not encountered similar tragic events that occurred in the past. 

Sargon glared at Austin, who stood unwelcome on the threshold of Sargon's home.

With his eyebrows arched inquisitively, asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Austin scratched his neck and said, "I came so we can go to the university together. Also, I've brought cake with me." Austin then handed the box of cake to Sargon, and Sargon couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Just fuck off, Austin."

"W-Wait, bro!"

"Sargon, is someone at the door?" Sargon's mom yells from the kitchen.

"No one, just some bug that crashed into our door!" Sargon yelled back at his mother.

"Bug?! Auntieee, your son is very rude!"

"Shut up, dude! This isn't your house!"

"Austin? Austin's here? Let him in, Sargon!

Upon catching a glimpse of how broad Austin's smirk was, Sargon's brows twitched. Feeling a wave of annoyance, he scoffed and proceeded to walk away as Austin followed behind him like a loyal dog. 

While Austin may not be of royalty, his stature within Sargon's family remains highly regarded. Despite his humble origins as the son of the Vexin family's trusted butler, Austin has managed to forge a deep and lasting bond with the family, earning their affections and trust.

Upon their arrival to the dining hall, Austin cordially greeted Sargon's family members with a polite yet playful demeanor one by one. Shortly after settling down, their meal commenced, wherein it should be noted that, as Pishacha, they possessed the ability to consume human food, but were limited to a once-a-day meal. This is due to the sensitivity of their stomachs, and exceeding their limits would result in regurgitation of all food consumed.

As they eat silently, Sargon took the opportunity to ask if they have any idea about what happened.

During their quiet meal, Sargon seized the opportunity to ask, "Does anyone know what happened?"

Sargon's question had left his elderly relatives at the table, motionless. Meanwhile, his parents carried on with their meal, unconcerned with addressing the child's confusion. This lack of acknowledgement and communication gave Sargon the impression that they were either unaware or deliberately avoiding the topic at hand.

"We don't know anything, Sargon; now eat," his grandmother responded while his grandfather stared at his food. Beneath the table, their legs were trembling with a noticeable quiver. The telltale sign of anxiety was apparent as they seemed to be carrying an invisible weight in their demeanor. Austin maintained his observant stance, recognizing their unease, but opted to withhold any remarks that could worsen the already strained ambience of the room. On the other hand, Sargon frowned when he noticed their unusual behavior. Although he received an answer to his question, he was beginning to get suspicious. 

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After what transpired, Bianca teleported to a dark alley located in the suburban area of the bustling City. After, she existed the alley and walked away. The bright and early morning offered her a glimpse of the busy lives of the humans living here. She observed them setting up their stores, hurrying to their destinations, and being stuck in the mundane chaos of heavy traffic. To her dismay, Bianca could even overhear the complaints of drivers honking their horns, creating an unbearable noise which caused discomfort to her head and ears.

With Armani's memories, she now possesses a comprehensive understanding of everything surrounding her (how everything function or how they were beneficial to the humans). This newfound awareness has proven to be extremely significant to prevent her from being labelled as stupid and an ignorant person, a fate she was keen to avoid.

She then came to a stop and noticed an array of televisions in a store, broadcasting the latest news reports. The reporters expressed their worries, interests, and fears that compelled her to roll her eyes. For all she knew, the Pishachas are more frightened than the humans about what had happened earlier. Just thinking about it makes her laugh.

Amidst the amusement, something else attracted her attention, focusing her attention more on the TV.

"At approximately 10pm, two young girls were discovered dead inside a dumpster. Both had been wrapped in plastic and bore unusual bite marks and deep scratches,"  the reporter explained, and an image materialized next to the reporter, drawing Bianca's attention.

Despite its blurred quality, the picture depicted the lifeless bodies of the victims of a brutal killing, their features eerily visible in the image, and causing Bianca's stomach to clench with anger. The unfortunate victims' body now lay on the ground, their insides spilling out like water from a bucket that had been overturned. The sight of the deep bite marks and scratches on their body only confirmed what Bianca had guessed—this was the work of a Pishacha.

An individual, whose identity remains unidentified, uttered, her countenance contorted with uneasiness and dread, "We don't know what kind of animal did this! Based on the pattern of bite marks that have been examined, it appears to be the result of an attack by a large snake. Nevertheless, a peculiar detail has come to our attention: each bite left behind four fangs, whereas snakes are only known to possess two."

"Those were snake bites," declared a second individual who remains unidentified. "This area is known to have a significant amount of snake sightings, but I haven't seen such distinct bite marks before, this is new to me."

"This is so cruel and brutal! Bite marks with four fangs, and the way their bodies were cut open as if they were animals—this is no work of any animal that existed in this world!" A woman also declared. "Maybe there are unknown entities living in this area and they killed them for whatever reason there is!"

Their speculations are valid. It is also commendable that the humans possessed an idea of what they had witnessed. Despite this, Bianca found herself clenching her fists, possibly due to the frustration caused by the annoying and insatiable Pishachas. If they don't want to be discovered by the humans, the only thing that they can do is erase the evidences after killing a person. Nevertheless, these Pishachas seemed to have disregarded this crucial rule, resulting in the discovery of the remains of their victims. What were they thinking when they left those bodies there?! 

Although Bianca killed someone in an abandoned area, it is improbable that humans would venture to that warehouse. The area is too dangerous for them to approach, thus Bianca is certain that Armani's ashes won't be found, unlike those scumbags.

Bianca exhaled a deep sigh. As an outsider, she knew she shouldn't be so invested in the fate of those Pishachas and the risks they faced. But the mere though of humans discovering their existence made her blood run cold. She'd definitely blame those Pishachas for their naivety and carelessness.

Bianca kept walking, determined to find Armani's apartment. According to her recollection, she needed to take a right turn and proceed to a towering edifice with a hotel called..

"Blue and Sons Apartment," she murmured. 

When she arrived at the lobby, she was greeted by the people who knew the real Armani but she did not bat them an eye or even utter a word to greet them back and just proceeded to the elevator. The people who greeted her stared at her back, confused by the sudden change of personality. 

As soon as she stepped into the lobby, there was no denying that she was a familiar figure to those around her. The people who knew her well—who knew the 'real' Armani—called out to her with great enthusiasm, eager to catch up and exchange pleasantries. However, despite their warm welcome, 'Armani' seemed uninterested in engaging with them. 

Without so much as a nod or a smile in their direction, Bianca made her way towards the elevator, leaving the people looking on in surprise. The sudden shift in her behavior really confused them.

Upon arriving at her apartment, Bianca was struck by a sudden recollection. Apparently, Armani lived alone, and sadly, her parents had passed away, though Bianca could only speculate as to why. Regardless, she couldn't help but admire how amazing the apartment was, despite its modest size. After entering Armani's room, she took a seat on the bed and allowed herself a moment of respite. Having been awake for over a day, Bianca was in dire need of some rest, and so she closed her eyes and succumbed to the darkness.

Several hours had gone by, and Bianca was reluctantly jolted awake by the sound of car horns blaring outside her window. Her first instinct was to groan inwardly as she reached out and covered her ears with a pillow, hoping to block out the clamor. But, despite her efforts, the shrill noise still managed to penetrate the pillow and irritate her sensitive ears. The possibility of her moving out was high if she had to endure this every day. She was a light sleeper and these loud noises would really take a toll on her health sooner or later. 

Eventually, she got out of bed, feeling defeated, and reached for a towel, determined to take a long, relaxing shower to start her evening off on the right foot.

As she walked into the bathroom, the first thing Bianca did was stare at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands slowly moved towards her face, examining how different she looked now. Well, she is, after all, taking Armani Dell'alba's appearance. 

However, Bianca couldn't help but notice that Armani's hair was short, with beautiful curls at the ends. Armani's hair was tied up in a bun, so she could not tell. Armani's brown eyes were also a prominent feature that gave her a more human-like appearance. Compared to her previous appearance, Bianca felt like a new person. With a shrug, she settled down for a relaxing bath.

After finishing her bath, Bianca walked towards the closet. The exhaustion of sleeping for a whole day had just dawned on her, so she fished out a cozy pair of pajamas from her drawer. To complete her routine, she gave her hair a thorough brushing, leaving not a single tangle behind.

Approaching the window, she peered down to watch the world go by, basking in the city's night lights. However, as she took a deep breath of the fresh air, she was assaulted with the putrid stench of pollution that surrounded her. Well, the unpleasant odor wasn't at all surprising, given her vicinity to a busy road.

As several minutes ticked away, Bianca heard a noise once again. She immediately shifted her attention towards the source of the noise and noticed a strange object vibrating on the table. Bianca approached the tabletop before reaching out and carefully taking hold of the device. Armani's memories flashed in her mind, and Bianca realized that it was referred to as a 'cellphone', used mainly for communicating and other imperative purposes. She turn the cellphone on, only to find a glut of messages from the University's professors asking about her absence from yesterday's coronation ceremony.

Bianca let out yet another heavy sigh as she carefully returned the phone to its place on the table. As tomorrow approached, she couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension over what was to come. For the foreseeable future, she would be living under an assumed identity, that of Armani Dell'alba, a role she had no choice but to embrace. Although the idea of such a drastic change filled her with trepidation, the strong desire for revenge that burned within her heart gave her the strength to endure. After all, she knew that this was a necessary step for her to take in order to achieve the justice that she so rightly deserved.

As she stood there, Bianca's mind began to whirl and spin, causing her to lose her balance for a moment. With quick reflexes, she grasped onto the nearest chair, gripping it tightly to steady herself. However, a dull ache pulsated in her head, making her grab onto her her for a moment. This is to be expected, of course. After spending a long period of time being trapped within a crystal, it's only natural that her body would need time to readjust. 

Bianca decided to devote her time to retraining her body in her spare time. The immense power she unleashed earlier was incredibly demanding on her reserves, and it continues to hold her back even now.

Then, another particular memory flashed in Bianca's mind. The Pishacha students lacked of regard for their teacher, Armani, Bianca was determined to gain the respect. Her approach to achieving this goal might involve actions that could be perceived as confrontational or dominant, possibly extending to intimidating the students themselves. Perhaps she'll include 'that' kid as well since he relentlessly bullies Armani. 

What a stupid kid.

"Tomorrow's going to be full of blast."