Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 1488: The Choice Before Them
Chapter 1488: The Choice Before Them
The atmosphere grew heavy the moment Raze stepped forward. Dark magic swirled around him in thick, suffocating waves, seeping into the ground and staining the air itself.
The Central Academy students had already seen Kelly wield the same energy, and now they saw it envelop the white-haired Wilton student as if it were second nature. It left them unsettled in a way that fire or lightning never could. This wasn’t borrowed power. This was corruption made flesh.
“He’s… he’s using a sword?” Bones muttered, wide-eyed, as a blade materialized in Raze’s hand, forged entirely from dark magic and Qi. “But he never used one in the events. Is he… a magic swordsman?”
“Does that even matter right now?” another student snapped. “He’s using Dark Magic. That means… he’s with the Dark Guild. What the hell is going on?!”
Raze didn’t answer. He had no reason to explain himself, not to them, not to anyone. At this point, secrecy was irrelevant. Anyone who bore witness here would not live long enough to tell the tale.
He moved.
The blade in his hand carved through the air, an arc of condensed destruction, aimed at the nearest staff mage, the one pinning Kelly. The mage, startled, hastily cast a gale-force wind spell. The blast collided with Raze’s strike, but the moment wind met darkness, the magic unraveled like paper in a storm. The dark blade cleaved straight through, and the staff mage’s body was split in half.
Blood sprayed, a scream cut short.
One stroke. One kill.
The remaining two staff mages froze for an instant, fear sinking sharp claws into their hearts.
Then, instinct jolted one into action. Fire gathered in his palms, a great searing orb that should have incinerated anyone caught in its path. But before the spell was loosed, a bolt of lightning crackled.
The mage gasped. His body jerked as arcs of blue electricity licked across his skin, making every hair stand on end.
And then, before he even realized what had happened, a blade whispered across the back of his neck. A clean cut, silent but absolute.
His head fell forward as his body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
The students were speechless. Kelly herself staggered back, her breath caught in her throat. She had struggled desperately against all three, straining just to survive. But Raze… Raze had ended two of them in seconds, and without breaking stride.
Only one staff mage remained. His courage shattered. He stumbled backward, hands raised, lips trembling. His own magic fizzled at his fingertips, unable to form.
“What are you doing?!” he screamed. “You just killed two staff members, on Central Academy grounds! This is sacred land to the Grand Magus. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”
The mage’s words cracked, more plea than threat.
But Raze’s face remained cold, expressionless, as if the man’s outrage was meaningless. “Do you really think I care about that person?” His voice cut sharper than any blade. “Out of all the Grand Magus left in this world, he is the one most frightened. He knows what he’s done. And he knows what’s coming for him.”
Dark energy coiled into Raze’s palm. With a thrust forward, like a punch amplified by unholy power, the condensed magic tore through the man’s protective barrier as if it were glass. The black spear of energy pierced his chest, bursting straight through his heart.
The mage didn’t even finish screaming before his body slumped, lifeless.
Three staff mages. Dead. In the span of a minute.
The battlefield fell into eerie silence. The only sounds were the faint crackling of fading spells and the heavy, uneven breaths of the Central Academy students. They were pale, sweat running down their temples, staring at the corpses on the ground.
Except the corpses didn’t remain.
Raze extended his hand again. Dark magic seeped outward, enveloping the three fallen bodies. The black fog wrapped around them like a shroud, twisting and pulling, until they shrank, compressed smaller and smaller, consumed by shadow.
When the darkness finally dissipated, there was nothing left. No blood. No flesh. Not even bones. It was as if the three men had never existed.
George, who had just managed to stir back to consciousness, witnessed the final moment. His body trembled, his voice shaking as he forced the words out. “We… we saw it. He really used it, Dark Magic. That means he’s part of the Dark Guild. So what now? Are we… are we next?”
The question echoed in every mind. The students’ bodies tensed, half-expecting Raze to turn on them. Fear carved lines into their faces. Even if they promised to keep silent, would someone like him believe them?
Kayzel clenched his jaw, watching carefully. He remembered how Raze had fought during the matches, how he had held back, concealing his true strength. The events had been nothing but theater. A mask.
Here was the reality.
And that reality was terrifying.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” Raze finally said, his tone steady but unyielding. His gaze swept across them, cold but deliberate. “Kelly asked me to come. To save you.”
The students blinked in disbelief.
“What happens next is up to you,” Raze continued. “You can keep walking. You can go to the Grand Magus, as you planned. Or…” His eyes narrowed slightly, his sword dissolving back into shadow. “You can come with me. And I’ll make sure you live.”
The choice hung heavy in the air. Their breaths caught, hearts pounding, as the weight of those words pressed against their chests.
They had seen enough to know one thing: the Wilton student before them was no ordinary mage. He was something else entirely.
And whichever decision they made tonight… their lives would never be the same.
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