Night of the Broken Gliph

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It was still drizzling. Tiny raindrops landed on the roof, playing a low-pitched melody. 

Chui Yim sat in front of a window, blankly hugging a torn-up medicine book in his right hand while his left hand was wrapped in tons of bandages and fastened in front of his chest. 

Amidst the drizzle, it was a sorrowful night. Chui Yim spent a few hours repairing the book with his right hand, but even so, the damage was still clearly visible. There were two big beds in the huge room; one was neat and tidy, like it wasleft untouched for a long time. 

The room is too big, but why didn’t I feel like it before? Ah, it must be because that kid always filled the place with tons of random stuff. 

A heavily injured teenager hugging a torn book sitting alone in front of a window on a rainy night was a pitiful sight. 

Boom! 

Suddenly, thunder struck fiercely. It was brought to the city by the drizzle. 

But actually, it wasn’t the drizzle but Chui Yim who brought the thunder. The Riding Cloud’s Academy’s gate was destroyed by the thunder that Chui Yim brought. 

A skinny old man was standing outside the destroyed gate. Faint blue glows lingered in front of him. 

This was the Thunderous gliph. 

A gliph that couldn’t be tattooed on one’s chambers, and there wasn’t much use for it. It was only as good as a one-chamber gliphility. Since thunder belonged to nature, the heavens no less, no mortal could easily command it. 

The thunder took Southary by shock, and this thunder was called Chan Shue Gun. 

“Who are you! How dare you break into the academy?” A one-chambered state academy teacher yelled at Chan Shue Gun, but he received no reply. 

“I’m looking for a student called Chui Yim.” Chan Shue Gun ignored the teacher’s question and mumbled to himself. 

During the day, the challenge between Chui Yim and Chan Ngou Tin shocked the whole academy, so naturally, the teacher had heard of it. He immediately knew what Chan Shue Gun was here for. “Is the Chan Clan mad? This is an institution! Anything that happens in institutions stays in the institution!” 

“I’ve betrayed the Chan Clan.” Chan Shue Gun shook his head. ‘I am no longer part of the Chan Clan. I’m here representing myself.” 

“Me too!” A voice rang from Chan Shue Gun’s back. Another old man showed up, but he was muscular, unlike the skinny Chan Shue Gun. That was the glipher who came to the academy with Chan Ching to get Chui Yim to hand over a grade two gliph weapon, Kot Chi Sing. 

He was a two-chambered glipher. 

Kot Ching Sing walked up and said the same thing as Chan Shue Gun. “I’m here representing myself, and I have nothing to do with the Chan Clan. Hand over Chui Yim now!” 

Unlike Chan Shue Gun, Kot Chi Sing wasn’t as calm. It was apparent he was filled with hatred. “Or else I’ll turn this academy into a barren land soon.” 

Bang! 

Chui Yim’s dorm room was slammed open, letting in the cool breeze of the night and making him shudder. It was Chor Shing Chit who entered. “Bring everything that you need and follow me,” Chor Shing Chit said seriously. 

As smart as he was, Chui Yim roughly knew what was going on. He could feel the energliph within the thunder. He stuffed the torn book into his bag and followed Chor Shing Chit. 

His willingness to do as told surprised Chor Shing Chit. But due to it being an emergency, Chor Shing Chit said nothing and left with Chui Yim hurriedly. He had an ominous feeling, but it was beyond his expectations for the Chan Clan to act this soon. 

Are they out of their mind? Chor Shing Chit thought to himself while leaving with Chui Yim. 

Chan Shue Gun and Kot Chi Sing walked into the academy slowly. Their footsteps could be heard amongst the rain as they made their way into the academy. Many bodies could be seen lying behind them, all of them being the Riding Clouds Academy teachers.

“Hurry up!” A voice shouted at them. Chui Yim looked over to see that Bak Wun was standing in front of a hardyhorse coach, waving at them. “They will get here soon!” 

Cleaners usually used the back door of the academy. Now that Chan Shue Gun was attacking from the front, they could only escape from the back while praying that assistance from the authorities would get here soon. 

“Where do you think you are going, Chui Yim?” A hoarse voice was heard as a hot energy wave shot towards Chui Yim rapidly. Chor Shing Chit reacted quickly, pulling Chui Yim up with his arm and dodging the attack. 

Boom! 

Fire touched the ground as the place that Chui Yim was standing at earlier was destroyed. It was the Flame’s Knife gliph. 

Does Chan Shue Gun want to kill Chui Yim using the gliph that Chui Yim used? Chor Shing Chit stared at Chan Shue Gun and Kot Chi Sing with a bad expression. 

Kot Chit Sing was a two-chambered glipher of the Chan Clan and was well-known in Southary. While Chan Shue Gun was the Great Elder of Chan Clan and their private gliphist, His strength had always been a mystery. 

A gliphist and glipher was always a powerful combination. A glipher would stand in front of the gliphist to give the other party time to cast strong gliphs. 

Chor Shing Chit turned to Bak Wun calmly. “Leave with Chui Yim. I’ll handle this.” 

“Don’t forget about me.” An old and lazy voice rang out. It belonged to Old Tung, the two-chambered glipher who guarded the Cultivation Style Pavilion. He smiled at Bak Wun. “I should do something after being paid for such a long time.” 

Thus, a battle between a glipher and gliphist against two gliphers took place out of nowhere in an institution of a remote Southary.

“Hurry!” Bak Wun yelled. He waved the reins in his hands and drove the coach out the back door. 

“Nobody will leave today,” Chan Shue Gun thundered. A strong withered smell spread all over, a depressing scent like rotten leaves. Light screens blocked them and trapped them all in an area one hundred metres wide. 

Bak Wun’s face fell. “It’s the Wall Prison gliph! When did he lay the formation?”  

If the Flame’s Knife gliph was a gliph that could be tattooed on chambers or turned into a gliph by energliph, then the Wall Prison would be one just for gliphists as it had no effects when tattooed on one’s chambers. 

Wall Prison was a wall made of gliphs that blocked one’s way. It was a basic gliph, but the taller the wall was, the more gliphs one needed to draw. The one currently in front of them was… four walls, each a hundred meters tall. Nobody knew when it was made either. 

Chan Shue Gun’s ability was…