Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1637: Stronger Will

Raze could immediately tell that this was completely different from what Enaxx had been capable of. Enaxx’s splits divided his own magic and strength among multiple bodies. That was dangerous enough. But what Gizin was doing now wasn’t splitting anything. It wasn’t dividing some finite pool of energy.

Gizin was the energy.

From the way his body rippled and shimmered, from the way light bent unnaturally around him, it was almost like his physical shape didn’t really exist. He was a ball of pure power compressed into a humanoid form, a cluster of concentrated Light Magic and Divine Qi forced into the outline of a man. And now,

Now that same ball of energy was being multiplied.

One copy became two. Two became four. Four became eight. Each duplication weakened the strength of each piece just slightly, but it didn’t matter. Gizin had enough power for hundreds, thousands, of copies if he wanted. Every clone held a terrifying amount of destructive force.

It meant one thing:

Gizin was far more dangerous like this than he had been a moment ago.

If all of them attack me at once, Raze thought, his heart pounding in his chest, with those solid canes glowing with Divine Qi... even the Blazer can’t block them all. And even if I use the Blazer to consume one of the bodies, then what? That’s just one clone...

His earlier plan to erase Gizin entirely, to devour him whole with the Blazer, was already collapsing. He couldn’t consume a hundred Gizin. He couldn’t even get close enough to one without ten others striking at him.

He didn’t have time to calculate anything further. If he didn’t act now, he would die.

"The Third Dark Edge sword art formation!" Raze shouted.

He lifted his sword, and Dark Magic mixed with Qi poured out like a spreading mist. The shadows rushed across the battlefield, twisting upward in spiraling tendrils. It cloaked the arena, filling every empty space, crawling along the shattered ground and into the air itself.

This formation is stronger with the Eternal Night formation,

Raze thought bitterly. But I can’t do anything about that right now. I just need room. A moment. Anything.

He swung his sword.

"Nightmare Veil formation!"

From the mist, enormous beasts materialized, shadowy creatures of Dark Magic with gaping jaws and hollow eyes. They lunged forward as if summoned from the nightmares of the world itself, roaring silently as they charged toward the hundred Gizin clones.

Gizin merely raised an eyebrow.

"Did he really think that would be enough?"

Each clone swung its cane. The glowing golden weapons tore through the dark beasts effortlessly. Every monster shattered like smoke, dissipating into bursts of fading darkness. Gizin’s Light Magic unraveled Raze’s attack before the shadows even reached him, dispersing the Dark Magic like dust caught in a storm.

But Raze wasn’t done.

When the mist cleared, Gizin saw him again, and Raze now had dark wings across his back like before, lightning crackling around his feet. The Dusk Wing formation.

"Smart choice," Gizin said. "But let’s see how long you last!"

And then the clones moved.

All one hundred Gizin rushed forward at once.

They didn’t cast spells. They didn’t try complicated techniques. They simply swung their golden canes like swords, simple, brutal, overwhelming. Gizin had no true swordsmanship, but he didn’t need it. He had speed. He had Divine Qi. He had mastery over Light Magic that bent the world around him.

With so many versions moving at once, each amplified by godlike energy, it was like fighting a hundred meteors falling from every direction.

The first cane came at Raze. He dashed forward, letting lightning burst beneath his feet, and struck the incoming blow head-on. The impact sent shocks up his arm and pushed the clone backward.

But then the others came.

Raze’s sword whipped around as fast as his mind could think. He blocked one cane strike, then another, then, another

! His arms burned with effort. His body felt strained, almost pulled apart. Every block required perfect precision. Every swing needed to deflect, not collide, because direct clashes drained his stamina far too quickly.

He used every trick he had learned in Pagna. Every parry. Every pivot. Every counter-motion.

He would redirect a cane strike just enough to cause two clones to collide with each other. He would adjust his footwork so one clone blocked the swing of another. For a moment, he almost felt like he was keeping up.

Until he realized something horrifying,

Gizin didn’t care if his clones hit each other.

They simply struck through one another.

Their bodies, made of pure Light Magic, passed through each other like beams of energy cutting through fog.

The technique he had relied on instinctively was useless.

And the next hit came.

A cane slammed into Raze’s ribs, only barely cushioned by the Blazer, but still enough to send a hot metallic taste into his mouth. He spat blood as he was launched backward.

Before he could fully recover, two more clones were behind him, swinging simultaneously.

Both canes smashed into his back. Pain exploded through him, and he crashed forward like a ragdoll.

He forced himself to twist mid-fall, gasping, and swung his sword in a desperate attempt at survival.

"Void pulse strike!"

The blast of darkened force ripped through three Gizin clones, shattering their bodies into particles of light, but in the time it took Raze to turn around, the particles were already reforming.

Their bodies rebuilt themselves instantly.

Just like Gizin’s real body.

It was as if the clones were simply limbs of the larger mass of Light Magic he controlled, each one immediately restored by the surplus power he carried.

"It’s impossible..." Raze whispered. "It feels impossible to do any harm to you at all."

And then the real storm began.

Dozens of Light orbs shot out. The clones swung their canes wildly, striking Raze from every direction. Bursts of Divine Qi detonated around him. His body was pummeled again and again, each hit strong enough to kill any ordinary mage ten times over.

The Blazer absorbed some. His training let him dodge others.

But there were too many.

His body tumbled, battering the ground, slamming into broken stone. He could feel bones creaking, muscles splitting. Yet every time a lethal blow neared,

, time warped.

And he vanished.

Then reappeared somewhere else.

There was only one thing saving him:

His time magic.

It dragged him back, over and over, restoring his injuries, replenishing his Qi, granting him momentary breathing room. But each use drained the finite continuum of moments he could manipulate.

"This game," Raze said, landing onto the ground with a thud, sword trembling in his hand, "is going to be won by our minds, Gizin."

Gizin’s clones surrounded him again, raising their shimmering canes.

Raze raised his sword, meeting their glow with the darkened aura surrounding him.

"Either our minds... or our will. And I promise you, "

His eyes glowed with relentless determination.

", my will is far stronger."

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