Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1718  Finish The Dark Magus (Part 2)

Because Raze had used his Time Magic to reverse himself into position and then triggered the God-tier blazer's defense, a heavy price had been extracted: he was currently missing a memory.

The sensation was like a hollow void in the back of his mind, a door that had been slammed shut and locked. He knew that if he could just survive a short while longer and revert time again, he would regain what was lost, but he loathed doing things this way. The risk was too high. In a battle this chaotic, he never knew when a situation would arise where reversing time wasn't advantageous, or worse, what vital piece of himself he might lose next.

He still didn't know the true scale of the memories the blazer could consume. What if he forgot everything that had occurred in Pagna? He might lose his hard-earned skills, or worse, forget who his allies were. In the heat of battle, mistaking a friend for an enemy would be the end of them all.

Regardless, he couldn't let the fear paralyze him. He had trusted allies by his side, and without them, Raze knew he would have been buried under the weight of the Noble Land's defenses long ago.

'I have a window... if I can just reach one of those towers, I'll take it down from the inside!' Raze thought. He gathered his strength and blasted forward, his body wreathed in crackling Lightning Magic.

He leaped from his position like a thunderbolt. When he landed, a massive pulse of electricity and wind magic erupted from his feet, clearing a path and pushing back anyone, ally or foe, who tried to get close. He was a force of nature, disrupting the flow of mana in the air as he charged toward the nearest tower. He could see the massive structure beginning to slide back on its tracks, trying to maintain its distance.

'It's moving, but I'm faster!'

Raze gave chase. He knew a long-distance spell would be too weak or likely reflected, but a physical strike infused with his maximum Qi was a different story. He gathered every ounce of energy into his blade and launched himself at the base of the tower like a predatory bird.

As his sword swung down, aimed at the tower's structural weak point, a sudden, concentrated pulse of Dark Magic slammed into his blade. The impact was so violent it nearly tore the sword from his grip, the vibration rattling his bones. Instead of cleaving the tower, his blade buried itself deep into the stone floor.

Raze looked up, his heart sinking into his stomach. Standing right in front of him was a man whose presence felt like an abyss. A dark scarf covered the bottom half of his face, but his eyes were unmistakable.

"Trubin!" Raze roared, his voice thick with rage and shock.

Trubin didn't offer a word. He simply threw out a fist. A portal of swirling Dark Magic manifested right above his knuckles, and a colossal, spectral fist of dark energy erupted from it. It hit Raze with the force of a falling mountain, a condensed Dark Pulse that sent him tumbling back across the battlefield toward his allies.

As he bounced and skidded across the debris, Raze's body flickered and vanished for a fraction of a second. He reappeared near the group, having used a Time Reversal spell to mend the broken ribs and internal bleeding from the hit, while simultaneously recovering the memory he had lost earlier.

He stood up, shaking, realizing the terrifying reality of their situation. He had been stopped cold, and by Trubin no less.

'That Dark Magic... was it even stronger than my own, even after I absorbed Harvey?' Raze wondered, his mind racing. He knew from their previous encounter that Trubin was formidable, but this was different. The sheer density of his mana suggested that the countless wars he had fought and the underhanded missions he had completed for Idore had elevated him to a level that was almost incomprehensible.

It wasn't just his power, either. Raze knew that if Trubin was on the field, he wasn't just there to play bodyguard for a tower. He was going to join the slaughter.

Raze continued to fight off the surrounding mages, but a new shadow of worry loomed over him. Trubin possessed the unique trait of invisibility. At any moment, a blade could emerge from the empty air and end his life.

The pressure was mounting. One of the massive Earth Golems had finally reached their position. Alen was currently sprinting up the golem's massive stone arm, firing off Fire Spells in rapid succession. The flames licked at the golem's joints, but they were doing barely any damage to the magically reinforced stone. As Alen reached what looked like a core weak point, he was suddenly blasted by a mixture of Wind and Lightning magic from a nearby ship.

Thankfully, the enchanted item he'd looted from the commanders, the one that turned his body into solid iron, kept his footing firm. He wasn't knocked off, but the elemental damage was clearly taking its toll.

'If I'm going to fight Trubin properly, I'll have to use my Breakthrough,' Raze thought desperately. 'But if I use it now, I'll be empty. How could I possibly face Idore afterward? The others are barely holding on as it is... they can't protect me while I recover.'

He looked at the golems, the fleet in the sky, the moving towers, and now Trubin. The realization hit him like a physical blow.

'I have no choice. I didn't want it to end like this, but we have to retreat.'

Raze reached into his robe, his fingers closing around the cold surface of his final insurance policy. 'I have to use the Golden Globe... we're heading back to Pagna!'

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