Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 905: At All Costs

Aurora City was home to the Aurora Clan, currently the biggest clan in all of the Light Faction. Unlike the other factions, where there was no clear unity and either ran by strong individuals or by a single person, the Light Faction was different. The clans gathered and often voted for which clans would represent the Light Faction. The lower clans in the Light Faction would all have thoughts to select the major clans.

The major clans themselves had votes worth more when selecting who they believed should be the head, and the current head was the Aurora Clan.

Followed by the Illumination Clan, and finally the Dawnblade Clan, which, in the eyes of some, had fallen from its high position, as it had the longest standing at the top of the Light Faction but slowly was being pushed down, further and further.

The city was mostly made out of grey stone that carved the walls and paved the flooring. They didn't cover the entirety of the green space, keeping a perfect balance in the city.

The structures in the city itself were well made, and maintenance was kept up on all of the buildings. Unlike cities in other factions, there seemed to be a standard of quality in every single area.

This could also be seen with the people walking through the streets. There were no holes in their clothing, and no one sat on the streets begging for food or looked malnourished.

Some say this was the reason why the Aurora Clan had risen to the top-because Aurora City had become the happiest place to live in the Light Faction. With the Aurora Clan at the top, everyone in the Light Faction hoped for the same result.

Centered in one area of the city was a large church, an architectural marvel for the people. Crafted by Pagna warriors with their very own hands.

It was an impressive sight, with the very top of one of the spires visible from the entire city. Currently, a meeting was taking place inside. A room where seats were arranged in a circle, tiered on top of each other, and the main three clans of the Light Faction had gathered.

Kawak was stationed on a pillar slightly elevated above the others, giving him a clear view of all those around.

As he watched those entering the room, his eyes made contact with Henio and the mysterious person he had brought with him.

The two of them gave each other a nod. Since Henio's last visit, Alter and the Light Faction had agreed to improve their bonds and work closely together.

Henio himself didn't have to attend these meetings, but he had come for a few reasons.

"A first-hand report has come in from one of our members who were directly in the Behemoth Clan. The informant has stated that everything said is as seen," Kawak said, clearing his throat.

Already many in the Light Faction had heard the news of the Behemoth Clan's fall. What was surprising was how it had even occurred.

The current leader of the Dark Faction should have been at the Dark Faction Academy, according to their reports. So how did one get to the Town of Flendon, and how did they protect themselves from such a large group like the Behemoth Clan?

"These are the accounts of what occurred on the battlefield..."

Kawak read them aloud, and everyone listened carefully with varied reactions. Some of the Light Faction members were in disbelief, wondering what type of artifacts had been used.

While others thought it had to be exaggerations, but if they were exaggerations, how did they beat the Behemoth Clan? The only answer they had was the one in front of them.

They had all also witnessed what the Dark Magus was capable of, having teleported them away during the Martial Arts Tournament.

"I believe there is some confusion among the reports, so we also had sketches made of the people described as the Dark Magus that we know of, and the one that appeared on the field."

Walking into the center, two large scrolls were revealed, one depicting a young man, the other an old, frail man.

When looking at the two individuals, it was quite obvious to them that these weren't the same people.

"So was it the Dark Magus that actually got rid of the Behemoth Clan? That looks like a different person."

"There's a chance that it was a mistake in the report, but Kawak said this is confirmed by more than one eyewitness."

"Then I guess, for the time being, we have to believe that there is a second individual among those in the Dark Magus' circle who is strong enough."

Henio also took note of the sketches that had been drawn and leaned in to whisper to Red by his side.

"You've analyzed the drawings, right? If you were to create a replica, would it be possible?" Henio asked.

"Yes, I'll do that when we're back at the base."

"Good. I think the others will be interested to know what the Dark Magus of Pagna looks like -the person who has tried to use his name."

The meeting continued with deliberation and plans of action. They debated whether to go against the Dark Faction, ask for an official report, and pretend as if there was still no bad blood between the groups.

There seemed to be next to no result, and in the middle of all their talking, Red stood up from his seat and leapt down to the center.

"What is he...?"

Red moved over to one of the guards on the ground floor in the inner circle and pulled the guard's head down. In that moment, a red energy beam shot out from the palm of his hand, going right through the warrior's head.

Red then threw him onto the ground. His body lay still, and for a moment, everyone was stunned into silence.

"Well, I guess this is as good a time as any for me to talk," Henio said as he jumped into the

center.

From the last visit, many recognized who he was, but it was clear by the looks on their faces that they wanted answers to what had just happened.

"The man on the ground was a spy. For whom, unfortunately, we don't know, but I thought it best to get rid of him before I talk about important matters."

"What do you mean important matters? Do you think what you have to say is more important than what we have to say?" a man yelled.

Kawak quickly raised his hand, getting the warrior to stop.

"You see, there is something very important that has appeared, and we have to get it at all costs. An item known as the Golden Globe."

"Until recently, we had no idea about its location, but it has been discovered-or should I say soon to be discovered. Regardless... this is something that we can't do much about ourselves, so we'll need your help."

"We must get the Golden Globe... at all costs."