Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1615: Coming Back (Part 2)

Safa had been focusing for a long time.

Even though she was finally awakening to the seventh stage, she had no idea if the breakthrough took her longer than usual, or perhaps even shorter. Her Pagna body made everything different from how regular mages experienced breakthroughs.

But there was one thing she knew for certain.

She had not wasted a single drop of energy.

Using her God Eyes, she monitored every movement of mana through her body. She absorbed every fragment of light energy around her, refusing to let even a hint escape. That was the reason, no, the only reason, she managed to completely break through and reach the Seventh Star.

She lifted both hands slowly.

A tingling sensation coursed through her fingertips. It felt like her mana was constantly circulating, never resting. She could feel the pure power that existed in her Lux Spear, how the weapon was feeding energy back into her. The connection between her body and her weapon was so direct and natural that she didn’t even need to activate her God Eyes anymore to feel a shift in the flow.

She could sense it all naturally, like breathing.

So this is what it means to step into the Seventh Star, Safa thought.

When Pagna warriors broke through to a new realm, their senses sharpened, their bodies strengthened, and many often described the sensation as being reborn. That was how Safa felt right now, but with far more intensity. Breaking through to the Seventh Star felt like opening a door she never realized was there.

A giant leap.

Her body was reacting to things she had never perceived before. Mana currents. Pulses in the air. Internal fluctuations she never had the senses to notice until now.

Still, she didn’t have the luxury of savoring the moment.

She stepped forward, looking at those who had fallen on the ground nearby.

"Thank you for helping me..." she said softly. "I need to return the favor."

Alen wasn’t sure who she was thanking, him and his men, or the Underside warriors who had risked their lives protecting her.

She knelt beside one of them.

"He’s still breathing," Safa said.

She activated her God Eyes instinctively, and gasped.

Not only had her senses improved, her God Eyes had evolved as well.

She could see threads of mana flowing from the man’s body. They were weak, thin strands drifting upward like fading smoke. The threads were visibly detaching from his mana core. In a Pagna warrior, damaging that connection was the same as tearing the heart away from their chest.

She looked around.

The same strings appeared above multiple bodies. Some were almost completely severed. Some were barely holding on.

They’re dying, Safa realized. They were still fighting for me even when they were already this wounded. I can’t let them fade away.

"You protected me even when you didn’t have to," Safa said. "So now it’s my turn. I will do everything I can to protect you."

She reached behind her back and pulled out the Lux Spear.

Then she slammed it down into the center of the bridge, planting it upright into the ground. Both her hands rested on the handle.

I can control the spear perfectly now, she thought.

And I can control my own light magic too.

That means I can do what I did before... but stronger.

Light poured from the weapon.

At first, it was a soft glow, then it expanded outward, forming a growing orb around her. The sphere widened, stretching further and further until it created a giant dome of shimmering golden light that encompassed everyone on the bridge.

Alen and his men paused. They watched. At first, they didn’t know what they were looking at. Then, changes began.

One man had a blood-soaked forearm, sliced open earlier by a wind blade. He watched in disbelief as the wound sealed itself right before his eyes. His blood dried. His skin knit back together.

Another warrior gasped. His ribs cracked back into place. Someone who had been coughing blood suddenly breathed clearly.

Even those who had no visible wounds felt their pain disappear, their muscles relax, their fatigue melt away.

The ones most affected weren’t Alen’s men, but the Underside fighters who had been seconds from death.

Their breathing steadied.

Their heart rate strengthened.

The fading threads Safa saw began to reverse, flowing back toward the mana core instead of drifting away.

Safa was healing their lives. Not just patching wounds. Returning them from the edge of death. And unlike regular light mages, she wasn’t casting healing spells one person at a time.

She was healing everyone simultaneously.

"Is she really healing all of us?" one of the mages stuttered. "All at once?"

It was unheard of.

Even if she was a Seven Star Mage, healing an entire combat unit, multiple dying bodies, and active fighters at once, this simply did not happen in real battles.

Unless the mage had something else.

Like God Eyes.

Alen watched the glowing dome surround them.

"I don’t know how that man did it," Alen said with a quiet smile. "But he sure found some incredible people to stand beside him."

He thought of Safa... and Beatrix... and even Liam.

Raze had collected strange, broken, dangerous people around him, but each one was extraordinary.

What Safa was doing now wasn’t even the first time she had unleashed such power. During Simyon’s death, when she had failed to save him, her emotions had erupted so violently that her magic had poured out uncontrollably.

This time was the same, but refined.

She used her God Eyes to guide the flow.

She used her elevated magic realm to strengthen her reach.

She used her training at the academy to maintain control without losing herself.

She was healing everyone inside the dome, but not evenly. She redirected more mana toward those on the brink of death, pushing less toward those whose wounds were already closing. A selective mass heal, something priests and archmages spent decades trying to perfect.

And Safa had succeeded on her first attempt.

She exhaled.

"Alright," she said, rising to her feet. "Let’s go help everyone in the Underside..."

Her grip tightened on the Lux Spear.

"And then, I need to head to Raze."

Her eyes gleamed with light.

"He’s fighting alone. I won’t let him do it without us."

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