Dark Magus Returns - Chapter 1743 Getting Away (Part 2)

Chapter 1743  Getting Away (Part 2)

The small golden ball had appeared right where Raze was. It had been pushed forward by forceful wind magic, and because of its size, it was able to move at an extremely fast speed, cutting through the air almost silently. There was something about it that made Raze’s instincts flare immediately. It didn’t feel like an ordinary attack, and it didn’t carry the same pressure as a destructive spell.

It felt deliberate.

Raze reacted on instinct. He lifted his sword and was about to strike it back with Dark Magic, planning to either slice it apart or redirect it the way Idore had done to him. However, before his swing could fully connect, the golden ball lit up.

The light wasn’t blinding in the traditional sense. It was consuming.

In the next instant, everything in Raze’s sight was swallowed by gold.

From the perspective of the others watching from the rooftops, the flash was sudden and overwhelming. They shielded their eyes for only a brief second, but when the light faded, what was left in its place was absolutely nothing.

There was no Raze.

There was no black orb.

There was no jacket, no trace of Dark Magic, not even residual mana in the air where he had just been fighting.

It was as if he had completely vanished.

“Hey, hey, hey, where is he?” Kizer asked, his voice tense as he scanned the sky.

“I think we’re all asking the same question,” Reno replied. He didn’t look panicked, but his eyes were sharp. “I don’t think he’s been defeated. The way his body disappeared… he vanished. Almost like he was teleported.”

“I think that’s exactly what happened.”

“Curious, are you?” Idore said as he turned his attention toward them. His voice carried easily across the battlefield, calm and composed. “That device I used has two parts to it. It can teleport anything, mana, magic, a large-scale attack, and even the being itself.”

He lifted his hand slightly as if explaining something trivial.

“You place one part in one location, and then activate it. It will teleport everything within its parameters to that location. Right now, your friend, the Dark Magus, could be anywhere on the planet. It might take him an extremely long time to get back here. Everything might even be gone by the time he returns.”

The description made it clear. The item Idore had used was similar in concept to the Golden Globe, though weaker in scope and limited to a single use. Still, it was enough.

There was nothing they could do to retrieve Raze.

Liam tightened his grip around his sword.

“I guess we just stick to the original plan,” Liam claimed firmly. “We’re the ones that are going to have to take him out. For the sake of everyone, and for the sake of everything.”

The others shared similar thoughts. In their minds, they had to prepare for the worst. If Raze had truly been sent halfway around the world, then they couldn’t rely on him returning in time. They would have to assume he wouldn’t be there to save them.

When the bright light had appeared, Raze felt a tingling sensation spread across his body. It wasn’t unfamiliar. He had felt it before when stepping through space using the Golden Globe. The sensation of being detached from the world, of being pulled through something intangible.

“No… what has he done?” Raze thought as the golden light surrounded him. “He’s running away from the fight?”

Then the realization struck.

“Is this what he meant when he said he would deal with the others first…?”

Frustration rose in him.

“Damn it… damn it!”

In some ways, at least with his Breakthrough ending soon, he would not be drained entirely in the middle of the battlefield. If he had been teleported to a location without enemies, he might have had time to recover. But the timing was unfortunate. If he hadn’t been in his Breakthrough state, he could have reversed time and returned to where he had just been fighting.

That option wasn’t available now.

“I just have to deal with the situation, wherever I am,” he told himself.

Raze knew Idore well enough to understand that this wouldn’t be random. Idore wasn’t the type to send someone away out of fear. He wasn’t consumed by emotion or pride. He didn’t seek personal duels for satisfaction.

Idore fought to win.

At any cost.

As Raze’s vision began to return and his senses reconnected with the world around him, the first thing he noticed was the presence of multiple mana signatures.

Strong ones.

When his sight fully cleared, he saw mages standing around him.

“Everyone prepare! The Dark Magus has appeared!” one of them shouted.

Raze quickly assessed his surroundings.

He was inside a large room with high ceilings and several tall windows allowing natural light to spill in. The decorations were refined, elegant. Red carpet stretched beneath his feet. The architecture and details were unmistakable.

He was in the throne room of the palace.

Directly beneath him, a magic circle was glowing.

Not just one.

Several.

The mages surrounding him, around fifteen in total, had already begun casting high-level spells. Their staffs and hands glowed with layered formations. The air itself felt heavy with gathered mana.

They had been waiting.

“This was his plan all along,” Raze realized.

Idore hadn’t just removed him from the battlefield. He had placed him exactly where he would be most vulnerable, surrounded by prepared enemies, separated from allies, and forced into immediate combat.

The spells around him intensified. Flames, lightning, binding magic, and layered barriers were forming simultaneously. The mages weren’t holding back. They had no intention of capturing him.

They were trying to eliminate him instantly.