Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1444: Breaking the Grand Magus’s Composure

Raze had torn through the barrier in mere moments, a feat that would have taken most others, even some of the staff members, several minutes just to figure out.

And not only had he broken through, but immediately after stepping inside, he had... adjusted it. Released wasn’t quite the right word. He hadn’t dispelled it completely; rather, he had temporarily shattered a section, slipped through, and then allowed the spell to resume its function as if nothing had happened.

Everyone watching, students from other academies, staff members, and onlookers alike, was beginning to realize something. The boy with the stark white hair might just be the one to watch out for in the singles event... and perhaps in the group event scheduled for the following day as well.

It was starting to feel like Wilton Academy still had a trump card they hadn’t revealed until now.

When Raze and Safa stepped through to the other side, the sight that met them was enough to stop anyone in their tracks. Part of the building had been destroyed.

The front wall had a massive hole in it, as if someone had hurled a fireball straight through. From the reports he’d heard, Raze could picture the other staff members having only seconds to react, throwing up defensive spells just in time to shield themselves from the brunt of the blast. That would explain why they were unharmed... at least physically.

As for Redrick, the story was different.

From what Raze had gathered, Redrick had been standing right on stage, practically next to the malfunctioning equipment when the mana overflow had occurred. Only the very best of mages, or someone who had been expecting it, could have reacted in time. That fact alone gave Raze even more reason to suspect a certain someone.

Outside, lying on the ground, Redrick had been moved into the open air. Two Light mages were crouched beside him, working desperately. His skin was scorched, patches of it blackened. His body bore the deep marks of impact, and his clothes were tattered and singed to the point that most of them barely clung to him.

He wasn’t just injured, he was in terrible shape.

So much so that the Light mages seemed to be doing little more than easing his pain for now.

But it wasn’t Redrick that Raze focused on the most, it was the man standing over him.

Ibarin.

The moment Raze spotted him, Ibarin’s head lifted, his sharp gaze narrowing as he registered the newcomers. His voice carried a note of displeasure as he spoke, clearly recalling that he’d given explicit orders for no one to enter this area.

"That’s... Safa... and another student from Wilton Academy?" he muttered, already starting toward them.

"I’m sorry," Ibarin said when he reached them, his tone clipped. "But no unauthorised personnel are permitted beyond this point. This is not something students should be seeing. How did you get in here? Who was it that let you through?"

The question wasn’t just for them, Raze could tell. Ibarin was already wondering which fool on his staff he’d have to deal with once this mess was over.

"We found out that it was our own teacher who had been injured," Raze said evenly. Since he hadn’t prepared Safa for how to handle Ibarin without provoking him, he stepped in before she could speak, taking control of the conversation.

"So," he continued, "we politely asked those outside if we could come in. After all, with Safa’s healing abilities, and her God Eyes, she might be able to do something."

For a brief moment, Ibarin’s jaw tightened. That single flicker of movement told Raze more than words could. Now, Ibarin clearly wanted to know which fool had allowed the two of them to get past the barrier.

"As I said before," Ibarin replied, his tone firm, "I don’t believe it’s wise for either of you to be here. I assure you, we have the best mages tending to this."

But Raze didn’t slow down. What had started as a conversation was now turning into a quiet standoff. He stepped past Ibarin, closing the distance between himself and Redrick.

"Safa is already here," Raze said calmly, "and he’s our teacher. We’d attempt to heal him regardless. Since we’re here, she might as well do it now. And besides..." His eyes locked with Ibarin’s. "You already know how powerful her healing is, especially with the God Eyes."

The God Eyes didn’t just enhance Safa’s Light-based healing, they transformed it. Where other healers cast a broad wash of magic over the body, hoping to mend everything at once, Safa could channel her energy like a needle, targeting the exact points that needed repair. Her magic wasn’t wasted; every drop was focused. That precision meant she could heal more with less, and tackle injuries that would overwhelm others.

In any wound, some parts suffered more damage than others, and Safa could see those places with perfect clarity.

Raze made a small, deliberate gesture, signaling her to move forward. He walked at her side, not behind her, making their approach feel less like a request and more like an unspoken decision.

When Safa knelt beside Redrick, the two Light mages already working on him looked to Ibarin as if awaiting his command. He hesitated, glancing toward the barrier. On the other side, there were dozens of eyes watching every movement.

He said nothing.

Safa’s magic flared to life, threads of warm Light weaving into Redrick’s burned skin and torn muscles. The change was almost immediate, wounds that had only been soothed moments ago began to truly knit together, flesh repairing itself before their eyes.

It’s a good thing you didn’t stop her, Ibarin, Raze thought, his gaze flicking toward him. Because if you had, that barrier would have fallen... and everyone would have seen exactly who you are.

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