Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1549: Finding The Truth (Part 2)

Beatrix escaped the same way she had entered , quiet as a shadow, every step deliberate. By now, she had learned the rhythm of the cameras, the hum of their movement, and the right timing to dash between their sightlines. Her Qi shifted constantly, flowing from her ears to sharpen her hearing, then down to her legs for speed as she used her staff to melt through walls and slip between corridors.

When she passed through the room of the woman she had knocked unconscious earlier, Beatrix saw the patient still lying on the floor, rolling slightly, groaning in pain. The woman would recover , her heartbeat was steady, her breathing stronger than before. Beatrix felt a rare wave of relief.

“I don’t have any healing capabilities,” Beatrix murmured, crouching beside her, “but I do have something that might help.”

From her pouch, she took out a small red Qi pill , one of the Dark Magus’s own creations, well known throughout Pagna for its mild restorative properties. She placed it carefully next to the woman’s hand. “This should at least make her condition a little better,” she whispered.

After that, she moved again , quiet, swift, unseen , until she reached the outside wall. The cold air hit her face as she phased through and emerged into the night.

Outside, Alen and his squad were waiting nervously in the shadows, eyes fixed on the towering building. Every creak of metal or flicker of light from within made them tense. They were ready to rush in at any sign of trouble, half expecting magic to burst through the roof at any moment.

Although they hadn’t known Beatrix long, each of them had come to sense her nature. She wasn’t like the usual members of the Dark Guild , ruthless, impatient, consumed by ambition. There was something gentler about her. She was careful where she stepped, pausing to avoid even a line of ants on the ground. She always made sure others went first before her.

That kindness made them uneasy, but it also made them loyal. If she got hurt in there, they were ready to break orders and charge in.

So when Beatrix finally appeared , unharmed, calm, her clothes free of blood or burns , a wave of relief swept through the group.

Alen was the first to speak. “You’re back,” he said, exhaling. “Tell us everything.”

She nodded and began recounting what she had seen inside: the patients in their cells, the ones swaying mindlessly, the screaming woman covered in marks of addiction, and the man who had managed to speak , who had revealed that the facility wasn’t a hospital at all but a testing ground.

The group listened without interrupting. With every word, their faces hardened. It wasn’t surprise that filled them , it was grim satisfaction. For the first time in weeks, they had found something tangible. Real proof that they were on the right path.

Alen leaned forward. “You did well,” he said. “I brought a recording device with me. If we go back inside , just the two of us , we can document everything. This time, we’ll check the lowest basement floor together.”

His men nodded immediately. “We’ll stay here,” one of them said. “If anything goes wrong, send up a flame. We’ll move the moment we see it.”

Beatrix agreed, though she didn’t expect to need their help. Still, knowing they were ready brought a small comfort.

When they reached the wall again, Alen prepared to cast a concealment spell, but before he could even finish the chant, Beatrix wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him as easily as a child.

“H-hey, ” he started, but before he could protest, she dashed forward, running straight up the outer wall with impossible balance and speed.

By the time she phased them through into the building, Alen was breathless. His face turned slightly red , partly from the dizzying motion, partly from embarrassment.

He’d fought side by side with mages for years, but nothing had prepared him for being carried like a toddler in the arms of a warrior who barely broke a sweat.

Inside, they squeezed together in the same cramped cubicle she’d hidden in earlier.

“Sorry about this,” Beatrix whispered. “It’s the safest place to wait while the guards rotate.”

Alen gave a quiet laugh. “Don’t worry about it. You smell… surprisingly nice, you know? Definitely not the worst place to be stuck.”

Beatrix froze for a second, caught off guard by the bluntness of his words. Heat crept up her neck, but she forced herself to stay focused. “Let’s… concentrate on the task,” she muttered, pushing open the door.

They moved together through the rooms, Beatrix leading the way, Alen following closely with the small recording device in hand.

When they reached the cell of the screaming woman, they both paused. She was standing again, eyes half-glazed, her body trembling , but she didn’t attack. The red Qi pill had taken effect.

“She’s not coming after me like last time,” Beatrix said quietly.

“I cast a silence spell,” Alen explained. “She’s calmer because she can’t hear us. I think she recognized you before , now she’s trapped in her own mind.”

He turned toward the glass slit, peering down the hall. At the far end, two guards stood near a reinforced door. Beyond that, there was another corridor , one they hadn’t explored yet.

“If they’re testing different substances,” Alen reasoned, “then they’ll need a lab somewhere on this floor. That’s where the real evidence will be , the results, the storage logs, the names.”

He lowered his voice. “Recording this area gives us proof, but not proof of Gizin’s involvement. For that, we need the lab.”

Alen’s gaze shifted from the guards to the woman in the room and then back to Beatrix. A plan was already forming in his mind.

“Can you break down this door?” he asked. “If she runs out screaming, they’ll think she’s the cause of the commotion. They’ll focus on restraining her instead of checking the rest of the floor. If they believe her strength came from the drugs, they won’t dare to kill her. While they’re distracted, we can slip through and record everything.”

Beatrix smiled faintly and lifted her hand. “Can I break it?” she said. “Watch.”

She pressed her palm flat against the reinforced steel. A faint glow of Qi spread from her skin , and with a single push, the metal door tore off its hinges, slamming violently across the hall.

The sound echoed like thunder.

“Time to move,” Alen whispered.

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