The Golem Mage Chapter 1095: Eve Of The Final 1.

Speculation ran wild among the crowd regarding the elements of the last two Takeda bodies, so their full reveal of all five left everyone in stunned silence. The revelation that each could wield unique combat abilities while functioning as one unified being shocked the spectators completely.

Takeda didn't pause after calling forth his initial primary body; he swiftly formed seals for the next one as Wind Takeda charged at the central rune, aiming to break Babatunde’s grip on it.

Thus the fight ignited. By the moment the School of Silent Night squad arrived at the central rune, the surviving Ember Citadel players were already positioned there too.

Clashes erupted instantly between the factions. Wind Takeda quickly grasped his disadvantage against Babatunde, yet Earth Takeda's arrival balanced the scales.

Babatunde lost his edge at that juncture, but the conflict escalated further with a third Takeda body entering the fray, leading to his ultimate demise and shattering the equilibrium.

Water Takeda lingered to seize the central rune for Silent Night, as the remaining Takeda bodies advanced to aid their School of Silent Night comrades.

Before Babatunde could respawn, two teammates had fallen. Upon his return to the main battleground, Fire Takeda had materialized.

Fire Takeda's presence neutralized his burst assaults, resulting in another elimination, with the last Ember Citadel duo dispatched soon thereafter.

Soon enough, Takeda's final elemental body emerged from what onlookers deemed his origin body. Dark Takeda's involvement intensified the Ember Citadel's struggles.

Takeda's elemental forms divided into pairs, accompanying School of Silent Night members to claim the two rune spots still held by Ember Citadel.

At one such rune, they collided directly with Babatunde and his squad in a brutal encounter. Ember Citadel abandoned restraint, fixated on slaying foes over preserving leads, given their leader's final life—yet they soon saw this futile against Silent Night, particularly with Takeda's might guaranteeing rune dominance.

Though victory through kills proved unattainable, they refused to surrender without resistance.

Amid the chaos, the second rune—previously theirs, sacrificed to consolidate forces—fell to the dispatched Silent Night subgroup.

This released the Takeda elemental body stationed there, enabling it to reinforce the group battling Ember Citadel's full roster.

Ember Citadel's ranks were swiftly eradicated, none spared.

What the audience dubbed Takeda's Progenitor body drifted leisurely, hands clasped behind, surveying the field. While some deemed it hubris, others saw it fitting. He exemplified total supremacy in a domination bout.

Now it hinged on whether his primary bodies could exterminate Ember Citadel before points clinched victory. Their overwhelming control ambushed the foes at their sole spawn, denying recovery post-captain's exit; respawns met instant assaults.

Fortune favored Ember Citadel as points surged with all five runes held, averting an even swifter wipeout than a standard defeat.

The audience ignored loss details; the clash amplified hype for finals. Match over, Takeda's primary body hovered heroically, hands behind back, pivoting toward Alec.

A smug grin curled his lips, wordlessly vowing Alec's defeat tomorrow, inevitable.

Yet after such prowess and taunt, Alec stayed calm, unangered—instead, anticipation built for the morrow.

He hoped the restrictions binding him would soon be removed, allowing him to humble the arrogant Takeda without exposing too much of his strength. For now, he felt confident that Old Man Alderic would urge the judges about the summoning limits, particularly since their team captain's martial path faced such suppression.

Given Takeda's formidable power and the evident trust the judges placed in him, Alec believed they wouldn't deny Alderic's plea. This was precisely why he savored the underdog position—people always seemed to underestimate him, leaving them utterly blindsided by the impending shock.

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Night descended rapidly, as citizens from all five kingdoms drowned their sorrows and joys in drink alike. With the finals now just a single match from climax, electric anticipation scorched through the capital.

Amid the city's whirlwind of revelry, a cloaked silhouette stealthily infiltrated the quarters of the School of Silent Night.

Right as he slipped in, a sharp little blade pressed firmly against his neck, compelling him to thrust his hands upward in complete non-resistance.

“What do you want here?” demanded the ninja who had materialized from the shadows, grinding his blade harder against the figure’s throat.

The whole Silent Night team had rushed to the center upon hearing the commotion, accompanied by their instructor—a man appearing in his late forties, clad in flowing dark robes.

His eyes stayed firmly shut while he confronted the audacious intruder who had breached their quarters on the eve of the finals.

“I came to deliver information concerning the War God Mage Academy team. I’m one of the few who genuinely wants you all to win,” the figure declared.

“And why should we trust the words of someone who hides his face and sneaks into our quarters?” the instructor challenged, advancing with deliberate steps, his cane striking the ground sharply to emphasize each word.

Even though his voice remained steady, the figure couldn't dispel the chill that he was venturing into dangers far greater than he had bargained for.

In a flash, without a second's pause, he yanked back the hood of his spirit cloak—the very shroud that had shielded his identity from watchful gazes.