Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1621: Stronger Darkness

“Help him?” B scoffed. “I don’t think I’d be able to help him too much. And besides, ” she raised her blood-coated hand lazily, “, I’ve already saved his life too many times before. Now there’s no reason for me to save him anymore. We’re not sharing the same body.”

She tapped her chest lightly.

“This body is mine alone. And if anything, going to help him right now? In this fragile vessel?” She smirked. “There’s a higher chance I would die. So why would I go and do something so stupid?”

Her answer hit Liam and Dame hard. It was obvious they were disappointed. They had hoped, maybe even relied on, the idea that B might be able to help Raze in ways they could not. Seeing their expressions shift so visibly only irritated B further.

“Ugh, don’t make faces like that,” she snapped. “You two look like abandoned puppies. It’s annoying.”

She crossed her arms, but after a moment her tone softened, though only slightly.

“Listen. From what I can tell, the answer to defeating Light Magic, at least the way it’s being used here, is literally right in front of your faces.”

Both men blinked.

“I don’t know much about magic,” B admitted. “In fact, I know about as much as you two. Just what I’ve seen. But I doknow about power. And I have a very good eye for observing how energies interact.”

Her blood Qi rippled across her skin like a living aura.

“My Qi is unique,” she continued. “Because of that, I’ve had to observe how it reacts to others. And the conclusion I’ve reached is simple.”

She pointed toward the massive light flares in the distance, where Raze and the Grand Magus were clashing.

“You need pure destruction. That’s the answer. Pure destruction and Dark Magic. Dark magic is, at its core, destruction.”

“But the issue,” B continued, “is that Light Magic is Dark Magic’s weakness.”

She paused, looking between the two men.

“Let me put it in simpler terms for you. Right now, Light Magic is like water. You attack it, slice it, punch it, even vaporize it a little. But water flows back together. It’ll keep its shape no matter how many times you hit it.”

Liam’s brows furrowed. Dame folded his arms.

“And the answer to defeating water is fire,” B said. “You evaporate it completely. That’s how you destroy it. But water is fire’s natural weakness, not the other way around.”

She held out her hand, watching blood gather at her fingertips.

“So you need a lot of fire to get rid of water. More fire than what is naturally possible. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? In this case, I don’t think my fire is big enough to take out the Grand Magus. And I’m not sure Raze’s is either.”

Liam’s expression tightened.

“So you’re saying… Raze needs to increase his Dark Magic power?”

B tilted her head mockingly.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“But isn’t Raze already the strongest Dark Mage out there?” Liam protested. “How could he possibly increase it now? In the middle of all this?”

B gave a shrug.

“That’s not my problem to figure out.”

Elsewhere in the Underside, conditions continued to shift rapidly as the fighting moved, areas cleared, and new threats emerged. Dame, Liam, and B were weighing their next steps. If B refused to help Raze directly, and if they themselves couldn’t intervene in that high-level battle, then the next best thing was to continue helping others.

At the very least, they needed to regroup with Safa.

However, there was another problem. Liam knew, and Dame agreed, that if Alen’s men ran into the Dark Guild members, it was nearly guaranteed to cause an internal conflict. The two groups didn’t trust each other in the slightest.

So they sent Alen’s group ahead to locate Dark Guild members and tell them to regroup toward the Dark Guild base.

With how beaten and exhausted many of them were, they listened. Especially with Kelly and Londo helping direct everyone. They knew exactly what Liam’s group was trying to accomplish.

At least they were willing to coordinate rather than escalate the chaos.

Still, as they moved through the battered streets, clearing debris and assisting where they could, a question formed in Liam’s mind, one he couldn’t shake.

“Where’s Harvey?” Liam asked suddenly. “I haven’t seen him in any of the fighting areas. Could he have been killed by the Cerebus members?”

Dame paused.

It was a frightening thought, Harvey was powerful, but the masked figures and the stronger Cerebus members were on an entirely different level. Even the Dark Guild’s top fighters struggled against them.

But the truth about Harvey’s situation was far darker.

Elsewhere,

Harvey stood alone in a shelter filled with corpses.

He had faced one of the masked men himself. The battle was brutal, more brutal than anything he had ever faced. The masked fighter seemed difficult to kill. Near impossible. Every slash and every strike healed almost instantly, regenerating faster than Harvey’s attacks could destroy it.

However,

Harvey had come to the same conclusion that B had reached.

To defeat Light.

To stop regeneration.

You needed Darkness.

Pure Darkness.

“Killing all of those in the shelter…” Harvey said quietly to himself, staring at the broken bodies around him, “has increased my dark affinity.”

His puppet was drenched in blood. Its body, an extension of Harvey’s will and magic, had wrapped itself around the masked opponent. Blow after blow, Harvey had used everything in his arsenal, twisting, crushing, stabbing, choking, ripping.

Finally,

His Dark Magic had grown strong enough. Strong enough to devour the Light. Strong enough to stop the masked member’s healing. Strong enough to consume its existence entirely. The masked figure dissolved into nothingness.

No regeneration.

No return.

Harvey breathed heavily, sweat dripping down his face. He looked up through the opening in the ceiling toward the eerie light pouring into the Underside. Silence filled the shelter.

“I did it,” Harvey whispered. “I accomplished the impossible.”

His voice trembled, not with fear, but with exhilaration.

“Being in the Dark Guild truly allows you to do what needs to be done.”

Harvey stepped forward, completely unfazed by the countless corpses around him.

“The world treats the darkness above as filth,” Harvey said. “But we… we are the ones who will cleanse it.”

He clenched his fist.

“I can feel the power growing.”

He stared toward the distant flashes of light, where Raze fought Gizin.

“The Dark Magus needs my help.”

Harvey smiled, a twisted, eager smile.

“And in order to help him…”

His shadow expanded across the bloody floor.

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