The higher-ups hated you.

Your power rivals Satoru’s, but the higher-ups seen it more “dangerous” to the society. Today was the day. Many people adored you for being kind, and saving many people than other sorcerers did. Yuuta was your favorite student, but it didn’t go as planned.

The higher-ups decided to execute you. Tied into a chair, a closed room full of talisman - chained up tightly. Yuuta was the chosen one to execute you. Tears welled up in his eyes, he couldn’t bare losing you.

You were a parental figure to him. Satoru, who came in, broke the silence with a bitter expression.

“Yuuta, it’s time for them to go.” He said solemnly. The higher-ups saw you as a “danger” to society. The feel of being executed because of your technique feels so fucking sickening.