Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 1562: Beatrix’s Struggle (Part 2)
Chapter 1562: Beatrix’s Struggle (Part 2)
“It appears that you’re able to phase through things,” Yellum observed, her tone calm despite the growing hostility between them. “It’s no wonder you managed to avoid all of those attacks, and even took the other one by surprise. However…” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “If you want to attack your opponent, then you can’t phase through your sword, can you?”
Her words were calculated, testing Beatrix’s limits.
It wasn’t entirely true, of course. And Beatrix was quick to prove it.
Without a word, she shifted her stance. The faint shimmer around her weapon deepened as she adjusted her energy. Her translucent blue sword phased partially out of reality, sliding through the air with ghostly precision. She moved to strike, her blade slipping through space toward Yellum’s chest.
But before Beatrix could land her blow, Yellum fired.
Dozens of golden beams erupted from her other hand, blazing toward Beatrix’s midsection. The light was so blinding it cut through the air like molten glass.
Beatrix instantly extended her weapon’s phasing effect across her body. The golden beams passed straight through her torso as if she were made of smoke, and she pushed herself backward to create distance.
’She’s fast,’ Beatrix thought, landing lightly on her feet. ’And precise. But I’ve dealt with opponents who healed faster than this.’
Her mind drifted, remembering the battle with the Light Faction leader, an opponent whose regenerative powers bordered on immortality. The difference, though, was clear. Yellum’s energy wasn’t divine or disciplined. It was wild, flowing freely, pulsing with reckless force.
And there was something else gnawing at Beatrix. The words Yellum had spoken earlier still echoed in her head.
“You’re trying to convince yourself that your actions are righteous?” Beatrix called out, her voice firm. “What I saw inside that facility, that wasn’t righteous. You can justify it however you want, but you’re no savior. Let the public see what you’ve done and decide for themselves if you’re right!”
Her voice cut through the noise of battle like a blade. Then, without waiting for an answer, she charged.
Yellum raised her hand, unleashing another barrage of golden beams. The air shimmered with energy as the attacks streaked toward Beatrix. This time, instead of phasing through, Beatrix raised her sword and began to parry.
Her blade glowed with soft blue Qi as she performed the Half Moon Crescent technique, an advanced maneuver from the Light Faction’s sword forms. Each swing deflected an incoming beam, redirecting its energy harmlessly aside. The rhythm of the strikes was precise, every movement deliberate.
To Yellum, it must have looked like five radiant swords clashing against her magic at once.
Beatrix pushed forward, weaving through the storm. When she closed the distance, her sword blazed brighter with Qi. She leapt high into the air, twisting mid-fall, and came crashing down toward Yellum in a single decisive strike.
But just before her sword connected, an explosion of energy erupted from Yellum’s body. A massive wave of golden light burst outward, shaking the ground beneath them.
The shockwave slammed into Beatrix, throwing her off balance. She hit the ground hard, sliding across the dirt, the air knocked out of her lungs.
She wasn’t badly injured, but the power behind that blast was immense. It wasn’t just light, it was compressed force.
Beatrix steadied herself, rising quickly. Across from her, Yellum stood untouched, her expression unreadable.
’If that attack had been from my old self,’ Beatrix thought grimly, ’I could have broken through her defense. But whatever technique she’s using, it’s far beyond standard magic. Her power is increasing.’
Yellum’s lips curved into a cold smile. She raised both hands and began to channel an overwhelming amount of energy. The golden light gathered between her palms, growing brighter until it was painful to look at.
’Still,’ Yellum thought to herself, feeling the mana pulsing through her veins, ’the energy we’ve gained, the Light Affinity we’ve perfected, it’s unlike anything else in this world.’
With a final motion, she brought her hands together and released the spell.
A colossal beam of golden light erupted forward. It tore through the air like a tunnel of energy, heading straight for Beatrix.
The blast wasn’t meant to kill just her, it was wide enough to consume everything behind her too. Beatrix could sense it. If she phased through this attack, it would strike the others fighting behind her. Yellum had designed it that way deliberately.
“I know my people will survive!” Yellum shouted over the roaring magic. “But can you say the same for your allies?”
Beatrix’s eyes widened as she saw the beam stretching across the field. The sheer force of it rippled the ground. Her instincts screamed at her to dodge, but she couldn’t.
She clenched her sword tightly, her breathing steadying. She wouldn’t let the others die, not here.
“I’ll stop it,” she whispered.
And then her body began to change.
The tips of her silver hair turned crimson, the color bleeding down to the strands along her back. A red aura pulsed from her body, spiraling down her arms. Her Qi, normally a cool, soothing blue, flared scarlet, swirling like living fire.
From her wrist, the energy condensed into veins of pure blood-colored light that wrapped around her sword.
When Yellum’s beam reached her, Beatrix thrust her blade forward.
The red energy collided with the golden light, and the world seemed to split in two. The shockwave rippled across the battlefield, shaking the very ground they stood on.
The impact roared like thunder, and for a moment, everything vanished in a haze of light.
When it cleared, Beatrix stood in the center of the devastation, her sword still outstretched, her body trembling slightly from the force.
She had stopped it.
Her technique and the Blood Qi’s power had countered Yellum’s devastating spell.
But as she turned her head, her heart sank.
The beam had split. The redirected energy had hit those behind her, three of her allies, and even one of the Cerebus members. The guild mage was already healing, his wounds closing rapidly. But her comrades… they were gone.
All that remained were their boots, the ground scorched where they’d stood.
“What the hell, Yellum!” one of the surviving Cerebus mages shouted in frustration. “A little warning would’ve been nice! You took out the ones I was supposed to handle, what am I supposed to do now?”
Beatrix stood frozen, staring at the remnants of her fallen allies. The weight of it hit her all at once. Her jaw tightened, her grip trembling on her sword.
She had seen enough death for one lifetime.
There was only one option left.
“Bloody woman…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’re still inside me, aren’t you?”
Her red Qi flared brighter, spreading through every vein in her body. “Then use me,” she shouted. “Use my body however you want, to get rid of every last one of the Cerebus Guild members here!”
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