Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1505: The Principals Take the Field

"Isn’t this our chance to get out of here?" Bones asked, his voice low, glancing nervously at the chaos below.

"And go where?" George replied sharply. "The only reason we’re still alive is because the man down there is fighting against the one who wants us dead. If he loses, if the Grand Magus succeeds, then I imagine all of us will be in trouble."

"Well, isn’t that why we went to Alen in the first place?" Nannan said, her arms crossed. "Because he can protect us even if that happens?"

Alen didn’t respond. He couldn’t.

Because deep down, he wasn’t sure.

They were going against the Grand Magus. Sure, maybe he could create a resistance, maybe even gather a force strong enough to put up a fight, but then what? If Raze was gone, if the head of the Dark Guild fell here and now, would they even be able to function without their leader?

The truth was harsh and unrelenting: the only opposing force in the entire world strong enough to challenge the Grand Magus was the Dark Magus himself. Seeing Raze’s last attack, seeing the devastation he had unleashed, Alen knew that now.

"What are you doing!" Ibarin’s roar shook the arena. His wind magic surged outward in a violent gust, cutting in a precise direction. The blast sliced straight through the reinforced glass of the observation deck, shattering half of it into glittering shards.

The glass rained downward, threatening to fall upon the guests who had been watching from above. Gasps filled the air, but before anyone could scream, several powerful mages in the audience raised their hands. Their magic flared, catching the glass and redirecting it away from the stands, sending it spinning harmlessly into the distance.

"Don’t you understand who stands in front of us right now!" Ibarin shouted, his voice cracking with rage. "That man is the Dark Magus, the enemy of all Alterian! We need to get rid of him!"

As Ibarin’s words rang out, Raze had already moved. He thrust his hand forward, unleashing a Dark Pulse, a sharp blast of condensed darkness that shot toward Ibarin like an arrow.

The Grand Magus’s enchanted Balzer glowed, activating a shimmering barrier that absorbed the impact of the attack.

But that was only the beginning.

A spinning tornado of fire came next, summoned from behind, crashing against Ibarin’s barrier and forcing him back, driving him into the arena wall with a resounding crack.

Raze did not stop. He pressed forward, gathering power into the hilt of his sword. Dark Magic converged with his Qi, swirling and condensing until the formation of the Void Pulse began to take shape.

Kicking off the floor with explosive force, he rocketed forward, dark flames flaring behind him as his sword came thrusting down. The blade was aimed to pierce through whatever defenses Ibarin still had left.

But Ibarin was not alone.

In an instant, intense gusts of wind burst from Ibarin’s hands, forming a shield, straining against the strike to keep Raze at bay. And then, from above, came even more spells, layer after layer of magic, several types at once, all raining down toward the same point.

Raze gritted his teeth. He could not allow the impact point to be his opponent’s body. He could not let himself be caught in their combined strike.

So he met them head-on.

He drove his sword into the precise point where all the magic converged, thrusting with every ounce of strength he possessed.

The clash was deafening. Dark Magic exploded outward, swallowing fire, wind, and light alike, ripping through every spell in its way. The energy tore through in a perfect line, clearing the attacks and leaving behind a gaping tunnel of empty space.

The crowd gasped.

One man, one single person, had just stopped a coordinated barrage of spells, spells that had been cast by some of the most skilled mages in Alterian.

Because these weren’t ordinary mages.

The magic hadn’t just come from Ibarin.

It had come from the other four Principals who had been silently observing until now.

When Ibarin had called for help, it was them he had been speaking to. Each of them was a mage of fearsome skill, each of them possessing strength on par with a Seven-Star Mage, the same level of power that Raze himself carried.

They weren’t just random Principals of minor schools. They were the leaders of the most prestigious magical academies in all of Alterian, each one renowned, each one feared. It was expected for them to be exceptional, to be capable of holding their own even in a battle of this scale.

Whatever their personal feelings toward Ibarin might have been up until now, none of it mattered.

Because to them, the Dark Magus was not just a threat to the Grand Magus. He was a threat to their world, a threat to their students, a threat to the peace of Alterian itself.

He needed to be eliminated, here and now, before he became something they could no longer control.

But not everyone saw it the same way.

Far below, hidden beneath the arena floor, students were gathered in a protective chamber, waiting and watching as the battle above raged on.

"Should we get involved?" one of the BIMM students asked nervously. "Should we go out there and help?"

"No."

Lee Roy’s voice was quiet but firm. "No... this has gone beyond us."

He said no more, though there was a storm of thoughts running through his mind. There was something strange about the Grand Magus’s actions, something that gnawed at him. And something equally strange about the Dark Magus as well.

But if he spoke those thoughts aloud, if he said what he really believed, he knew exactly what would happen.

People would call him a madman.

So he stayed quiet.

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