Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 904  Alter Make A Move

Once again, news was spreading throughout the world of Pagna. Lately, it seemed like a common occurrence.

So much was happening in Pagna that the citizens were starting to get worried, as well as the warriors themselves.

Big changes were occurring, which wasn't good for the kingdoms and empires that relied on the clans for balance.

They, too, were keeping a careful eye. This time, though, the news wasn't broken by anyone special—it was word of mouth instead.

In one of the smaller cities in the Demonic Faction, a warrior was walking down the main street.

He spotted a shop that sold clay pots. Walking forward, the warrior swept his hand, moving the cloth from the entrance, and entered.

"I'm here for Clay," the warrior said.

An old gentleman behind the counter pointed to an open door.

The warrior quickly entered and could see a table with a man sitting opposite.

The warrior looked over his shoulder and out through the door to the shop's entrance. Right after, he returned and pulled up a seat, sitting down.

"You need to be clear with all the details," the man said, bringing out a scroll of paper, a feather, and some ink.

"The Behemoth Clan was defeated," the warrior said, his hands shaking as he thought back to the battlefield.

He was remembering everything and recounted it to the man opposite him, from the start of the battle with the fallen arrows to the strength of the Crimson Crane members.

All the details were being jotted down.

"It seems there were others fighting as well. I didn't see it firsthand, but all of the pillars had been defeated. It wasn't the Crimson Crane—they were too busy defending."

"As for Sha Mo himself..." n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The man writing down the details paused, waiting for a response.

"Go on... who was it that defeated Sha Mo? How did they do such a thing?" the man asked.

"I'm not sure, no one has the details, but I'm sure it was the old man with white hair—the Dark Magus. He used all sorts of powers that didn't feel like they were from this world. It was almost as if he was a Divine being!"

The warrior continued to recount what was said—thunder striking from the air, giant walls created, and a field of ice freezing everyone.

The man marking down the details thought it was a clear exaggeration, and the warrior would make a great storyteller.

Regardless, he wrote it down as the man explained, as that was what he was tasked to do.

But he placed the tip of the feather against his mouth.

"An old man with white hair? Are you sure? The reports state that the Dark Magus is a young man with white hair," the man asked.

"I'm sure of it," the warrior said, standing up. "I have done my part. The Behemoth Clan is clearly no more after today, and I don't wish to disappear as an informant. This is the last report I give to you, Clay," the warrior said and made a swift exit toward the door.

When the warrior reentered the shop, he noticed that the old man behind the counter was missing.

The warrior didn't like the feeling he had as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he drew his sword.

"I'm warning you, I am a warrior of the prestigious Behemoth Clan. I know how to fight!" the warrior claimed.

The warrior moved slowly across the room, still unable to see anyone. He started to panic and decided to bolt for the exit, but a person appeared right in front of him, followed by a sharp pain in his stomach.

The warrior looked down and saw a blade had impaled him.

"The Behemoth Clan is no longer prestigious. Its name and all its members will be erased from history on this day." The man pulled out the blade and swiped it, slashing across the warrior's neck, killing him on the spot.

Quickly, the man moved to the entrance of the other room but saw that no one was present.

"It looks like I was a little behind."

The occurrence in the shop was happening all over the Demonic Faction.

The lingering members who survived the battle against the town of Flendon were falling fairly quickly.

Although regular citizens had no idea who was behind it, it wasn't the same for the clans in the Demonic Faction.

There was only one clan capable of such a thing, and it was the Lost Clan.

Despite the Lost Clan's efforts, reports had left the Demonic Faction, traveling far and wide until they reached the Light Faction as well.

"Not even Sha Mo, the biggest clan in the Demonic Faction, can stop him!"

"Does this mean the Demonic Faction is severely weakened at this point? Maybe the Light Faction will act. It's a chance, right?"

"A war has practically broken out between the Dark Faction and the Light Faction, so it means the Dark Faction is weakened at the moment."

"But also, isn't this Dark Magus kind of scary as well? He took over the Dark Faction and bested one of the top clans in the Demonic Faction. Can the Light Faction take him down? Who even is this Dark Magus?"

Walking through the streets, a light-haired man with round glasses and a fancy blazer was making his way.

By his side, a man dressed in finely layered cloth with swords at his side, his red hair standing out, walked next to him.

"We haven't read the full report yet, but it appears that the Dark Magus was able to best the Behemoth Clan," Heino said, looking ahead at a large church-like building.

It was the Aurora Clan's main base of operations.

"You know what that means then, right?" Red said. "That the person who killed Scar... it wasn't the Dark Magus. There has to be someone else strong by his side."

"Hmm... Come on, we should get the reports from the Aurora Clan, and we need to discuss another, more important matter that has come up."

News had been received by Alter—news so important that they had to even set aside the Dark Magus for now. 

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