Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 933: Save Me Dark Magus

The moment Raze arrived at the Neverfall Clan base, his mind was going wild, thinking about what the relationship between the clan and the Dark Faction founder could be.

Warriors were a strange group of people to Raze, with values quite different from those in Pagna, and for Belil, he was an even stranger person.

While thinking these things, he was unaware of what was about to happen. Looking ahead in a daydream, he saw it-he saw one of the brothers, Fing, push Brack over the edge.

A normal warrior wouldnʼt survive a fall from such a height, but this wasnʼt just a cliffside; this was the Abyssal Mountain, where extremely high temperatures were felt toward the bottom.

”Ha, ha, ha! Did you see his face?” Fing said, pointing toward the hole.

Right after, he felt a large gust of wind blowing his hair, and he saw a man with white hair jump right into the abyss.

Raze was falling down, but he could see Brack ahead of him. As he was falling deeper, his body was avoiding the large chains that hung from the hole in the base, allowing people to go from one area to the next.

”I need to get closer!” Raze activated the magic around his hands, propelling himself

forward, pushing him further down, but he could see that they would reach the bottom at any moment.

Swinging both of his hands, just as Brackʼs back was about to hit the floor, a cushion of wind hit him, breaking his fall, but he still crashed onto the ground, and blood gushed out of his mouth from the impact.

Raze landed right after, swiftly, and stood there, looking at Brack.

ʼThe strange heat energy stopped my magic from working properly,ʼ Raze thought. He also noticed that compared to the last time he was here, his body was handling the heat better.

He didnʼt need to use his ice magic to cool his body. Although he was sure part of that was because of the blazer he was wearing.

Raze quickly went to Brack, who was thankfully breathing. He seemed in an okay state since he was a warrior, but it was the intense heat that was worrying him.

Causing him to have next to no energy and even draining his Qi energy away, which would help him recover somewhat faster. Quickly pulling out a piece of chalk, Raze started to draw a magic circle on the ground.

At the same time, he fed Brack one of his pills and continued with his work. When he was done, misty air could be seen coming from Razeʼs hands, and when he placed them on the floor, the magic circle on the ground lit up.

The area covered the entirety of Brackʼs body, and the look on his face was one of instant relief as the heat was escaping him, now feeling as though he had a shield covering him.

Raze wasnʼt quite sure it was enough, so he decided to take his blazer off and placed it on top of Brackʼs body like a blanket. He knew its healing properties would help somewhat.

As for himself, he still had some basic cloth underneath a sleeveless shirt, so his hard- crafted muscles were on display. A body he never had before, even at the same age when he was in Alterian.

ʼWhy did they even do that? What reason could they have, even if you arenʼt both from the same clan?ʼ Raze thought.

The words of Rayna started to come back into his head, the warning to be careful of her brothers. They werenʼt like her and Dame; both of them were cruel.

”Holy crap, he managed to survive. I guess thatʼs no doubt thanks to our brother, huh?” Fing commented.

Standing up, Raze then turned around to see Fing and Han present.

”Why did you do that?” Raze asked.

”Because if he fell and survived, heʼd get stronger. Canʼt you feel the energy seeping into him? Heʼll be a middle-stage warrior after this,” Fing said. ”Heʼll be thankful.”

However, Raze knew if he had done nothing, if he hadnʼt helped Brack, then he would have fallen to his death. Were these two any different from Sha Mo, who also wished to get rid of Brack?

Why was Brack always the one on the short end of the stick?

”He could have died,” Raze said.

”And then that would have been his fate,” Han added. ”The strong survive, the weak die. He is just another warrior.” Fing felt like it would be entertaining to see what would happen, which is why he acted.

”Is there a problem with this?”

Out of the two, Raze thought that Fing was the wild one and Han the sensible one, but he realized now, after talking to the two of them for a while, they were both crazy.

”So the strong make the rules. So if I just decided to kill you now... youʼd have no problem with that?” Raze asked.

”The weak die, thatʼs all, the strong make the rules in this world and this is the law of the Demonic Faction.”

Raze started to laugh. Is that why his friend died then? Is that why his wife had perished? Just because they were weak? Just because people were weak, did they deserve to die... even if they brought no harm, only care, into this world?

Razeʼs heart was beating intensely, but he was distracted as he heard doors swing wide open, and a heat wave seemed to come out, hitting him on his face from the side.

The man in question, with long straight combed-over hair flowing down his back, was Belil. He walked out of the room and was now on the floor with the others, observing the situation. ”He should be fine,” Belil said. ”He will live, and the energy here will allow him to reach the middle stage. Keep your anger inside you.”

”Besides, you might need your energy; after all, the two of us need to talk, Mage.” Belil said.