"Headmaster, I think someone is targeting me! It seemed like an entity from another realm." Vale added, not even waiting for the Headmaster's reply.

He wasn't sure if this entity was sent by another Faction or if it was sent by the Cult or the Order of Fatality.

Just in case, he wanted to ask the Headmaster for some advice.

Headmaster Jean's response was concise yet filled with certainty. "Just escape if you can't deal with it. Anyway, I will return your shadow now. Someone from the Vessels will pick up the Creation Ring." Jean advised before their mental connection abruptly severed.

"Ahh~"

Moments later, Vale felt a peculiar sensation coursing through his body. It was as if something within him had shifted, and he could sense the return of his shadow.

The impact of its restoration was far more profound than he had anticipated. The world around him seemed clearer, his strength magnified, and an overwhelming surge of dark energy flowed through his veins.

"Whoa"

Perplexed by this unexpected transformation, Vale couldn't help but marvel at the incredible sensation. He felt as though Headmaster Jean had not merely returned a small piece of his shadow, but rather rejuvenated him with a newfound vitality and energy that transcended his expectations.

Furthermore, the connection between himself and Yvaine, his Dark Spirit, had also deepened, further enhancing his ability to sense her presence...

However, amidst this euphoria, Vale's heightened senses detected the presence of several Unknown Entities now fixated on him.

The mysterious undead charging at him wasn't comparable to the presence of these entities at all.

The sudden attention only added to the unusual phenomenon surrounding his circumstances.

"What just happened?" Vale mused, caught off guard by the satisfying sensation brought by his shadow.

"I guess that's just how it feels to be complete once again..." Vale muttered as he couldn't really think of another reason.

After all, he wasn't just a complete human. Instead, he can be said to be a completed Half-Celestial.

Vale couldn't help but smile after reaching this thought. Despite the overwhelming wave of emotions, he truly found solace in the fact that his shadow had finally been restored.

Nevertheless, this newfound sensation, combined with his altered perspective on the Vermont Academy, brought clarity to his memories.

Now that his shadow was back, he realized that the students in the Academy were truly being conditioned to the unfair classes and distribution of contribution points. They were also being trained to accept what the Academy was and not aim to change or improve its system.

"Now that I think about it, I killed Wilfred when I was first-year, and aside from his close friends or relatives, no one was really bothered by it. It feels as if our emotions are being controlled to a certain degree." Vale muttered under his breath as he recalled the past.

"Furthermore, there were higher year students from Dark Alchemy and Essential Corruption who had become some living abomination through failed experiments, but many lower years weren't bothered and still thinking of choosing this path."

Vale also recalled how he just accepted Professor Gale's advances and stopped pursuing that matter after some time. Now that he thinks about it, he has almost forgotten about this matter!

Vale couldn't help but think that the Headmaster had probably used his piece of shadow to control his emotions and not go against the Professors of the Academy.

One by one, Vale recalled many things in the Academy that should have been unacceptable but became a normal or common matter to them.

Vale sighed as his memories became clearer.

Of course, he didn't blame the Academy as well, considering how this method helped the students easily accept the presence of ghosts, undead, and abominations in their surroundings.

After all, the Vermont Academy accepts students at a very young age. Perhaps, this method of taking their shadow was also a way to protect them from madness brought by the study of darkness.

Graahh!

As Vale was thinking about whether he should still return to the Academy to meet his friends, he suddenly heard a roar aiming to incapacitate him!

"Hmph!" Vale didn't summon his Arcane Armor, as he simply released his Dark Energy to protect himself.

The mysterious undead being had finally closed in on him.

'Weird How did this thing reach me here? Are there no guards around here?" Vale muttered as he found it ridiculous how this creature managed to just enter the central part of the city and cause chaos.

It seemed quite impossible that it could enter so easily. Furthermore, why were Clare and the others not bothered and just watching him intently?

"This Did they send this guy to test me?" Vale's eyes widened as he felt that he realized what was going on.

Seeing that he was about to be attacked, Vale made his move.

"If you're looking for death, fine, come at me!" He declared defiantly.

Among his many Spells, he decided to show his Ghost Hands

He wasn't sure what Clare and others were planning, but he could guess that it was to measure his strength as an Arcanist, or perhaps they wanted to see his hidden Dark Spells.

"Die! Vale! Die!"

Vale was momentarily shocked as soon as he heard the voice that seemed to have come from the depths of hell!

Nevertheless, he swiftly activated his Lightspeed and maneuvered to create distance between himself and the relentless undead creature.

Then, Vale relied solely on his three floating Ghost Hands to confront the relentless onslaught of the mysterious undead creature.

"You Who are you?!" Vale asked as his Ghost Hands stopped the enemy's advance.

It seems that he was really targeted this time. He needs to know the mastermind behind this!

However, the creature didn't have plans to answer, so Vale continued using his Ghost Hands. He decided to just rely on this Spell for now since he didn't want to satisfy Clare and the others. He didn't want them to see his Spells at all!

Vale's Ghost Hands expanded and struck the creature with destructive force. However, it seemed that he did it too much as their spectral touch tore through buildings, shattering glass windows and leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.