Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1470: A Midnight Warning

Everyone had gone to their individual dorm rooms to rest for the night. The academy had finally grown quiet, though silence here never truly meant peace. For most of the Pagna warriors, sleep wasn’t a necessity in the way it was for ordinary humans; it was more of a luxury, a momentary comfort, something they indulged in to relax rather than survive.

Raze, however, remained wide awake.

He sat at his desk, surrounded by books, scrolls, and crystals that pulsed faintly with residual mana. His white hair caught the dim glow of a lamp as his eyes scanned the notes laid out before him. He wasn’t tired , not even close. His mind was too sharp, too restless.

Time magic. That was what he had been studying.

The affinity was strange, slippery, almost impossible to grasp, and yet the possibilities it contained were endless. Raze traced runes in the air with his fingers, only for the symbols to flicker and dissolve. He repeated the attempt again and again, cold determination etched on his face.

Beside that, there were formations. Nothing groundbreaking tonight, but he wanted to refine his earlier work, adjusting the runes to be more compatible with his crystal array. Each subtle alteration could mean the difference between stability and collapse when demonstrated before others. Planning was everything, and Raze planned further ahead than anyone dared imagine.

Then, in the stillness of the night, he felt it.

The air shifted. The mana around him changed, bending unnaturally, filling the corridors like an unseen fog.

Raze froze.

This wasn’t just a ripple of power , it was a flood. Raw, overwhelming, so dense that even students asleep in their beds might have stirred with unease. Only one person could emit such a terrifying presence.

The Grand Magus.

’Ibarin,’ Raze thought instantly, his eyes narrowing. ’But why would he come here in the dead of night?’

The thought made his pulse quicken. This wasn’t a casual visit. An unannounced appearance at the dormitories, cloaked in such dangerous power, could only mean trouble.

Raze’s mind raced. He replayed what he knew of Ibarin: the polite facade, the calm mask, and beneath it all the violent instability he had glimpsed before. His intuition whispered the truth , the man was acting erratically, dangerously, and tonight might be the night he lost all restraint.

’He won’t dare touch the students. That would draw too much suspicion. Which means… he’ll go after something else. Someone else.’

The realization clicked together in Raze’s mind like puzzle pieces locking into place.

’He’ll want to know where we came from. And if he’s been asking questions… then he must have found out about Alen.’

The guests and the competitors were kept in separate sections of the academy housing. The wave of mana had been strongest when it first appeared, but already Raze could feel it shifting, moving. It was growing fainter in his direction, which meant Ibarin had turned elsewhere , most likely toward the guest quarters.

His suspicion solidified into certainty.

’He’s going to Alen.’

Raze stood abruptly, pushing his chair back. He weighed his choices. If he confronted Ibarin here and now, in the heart of the dormitories, the battle would be catastrophic. Dozens, maybe hundreds, would die in the crossfire.

But doing nothing carried its own cost.

Alen.

The Grand Magus might hesitate against a fellow high-ranking official, someone with a position in the military, but… Raze almost scoffed at the thought. Who was he kidding? Men like Ibarin didn’t hesitate. They silenced threats before they spread.

The logical choice was to stay out of it, to let events unfold and protect his own mission. But logic didn’t erase obligation. Alen had already risked much to help him and his companions. He had vouched for them, sheltered them, even stood against the academy’s system for them. That kind of loyalty demanded repayment.

Raze clenched his fists. “I can’t sit here and do nothing.”

He slipped silently from his room, his cloak fluttering around his ankles.

Meanwhile, Alen slept peacefully, unaware of the storm gathering around him. Unlike the Pagna warriors, he required rest, and after everything that had transpired, exhaustion had finally claimed him. His breathing was steady, his dreams distant.

In the haze of sleep, thoughts lingered. He remembered Raze’s solemn determination, the way the boy carried burdens far too heavy for his shoulders. He remembered their agreement , the deal they had struck.

’He hasn’t acted against Ibarin yet,’ Alen mused in his drifting consciousness. ’Maybe… maybe he’s holding back because of me. Because of the promise we made. I wonder how long that will last.’

A violent gust of wind shattered the calm.

The windows rattled as if a storm had blown in, then burst open with a deafening crack. The sudden rush of air whipped through the room, cold and sharp, tearing at papers and tugging at curtains.

Alen bolted upright. His training instincts roared to life. Impossible… aren’t the guest rooms fortified with protection magic? For the barriers to fail so abruptly meant only one thing: someone had broken through them deliberately.

For a terrifying second, he braced for the sight of Ibarin’s wrath.

Instead, a familiar figure slipped through the swirling wind.

White hair gleamed faintly in the moonlight. Cold eyes scanned the room. It was the student , Raze.

Alen’s body tensed on instinct, but just as quickly it relaxed. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Strange. He wasn’t sure he trusted Raze completely yet. And yet, his body responded as if he did. There was no sense of threat in the boy’s presence, only an uneasy calm.

“I think there could have been other ways for us to talk,” Alen said dryly, forcing his voice steady. “You didn’t have to make an entrance like that. But… I suppose you didn’t want anyone to see us.”

Raze didn’t waste words. His gaze was sharp, his voice low.

“I’ve been searching for you for a while now,” he said. “We don’t have much time.”

Alen frowned. “Why? What’s wrong? Why do you look so panicked?”

Raze stepped further inside, the cloak of darkness trailing after him. He had used fragments of dark magic to peer through small holes in each room as he flew past the dormitory windows, searching for Alen’s location. It was a risky method, but necessary , Ibarin was already moving, and any wasted moment could cost a life.

“The Grand Magus,” Raze explained flatly. “He’s coming. He’ll be here any second. And there’s a very good chance… he plans to take your life.”

The words hung heavy in the air, slicing through the room like a blade.

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