Dark Magus Returns

The world of Pagna was still settling with the news that the Behemoth Clan had been beaten. This was significant because it was one of the three major clans that had been wiped out, and much of the talk was due to the one responsible.

The newcomer, given the name Dark Magus, who had taken over the Dark Faction, had also shifted the status of the Demonic Faction.

Although it had taken some time, it was still sooner than many thought, and now the citizens were wondering just what was going to happen next.

Because of this news, even the further news of the Doclet Kingdom being defeated hadn't spread out. The army that had returned to the major city, and the higher-ups and officials, had silenced every mouth they could.

It would be a disaster if the people and the world were to learn of this—a disaster for the kingdom itself. Still, during this time, things had still been moving.

For one, the leader of the Lost Clan, Lince, had witnessed everything that had occurred with the Behemoth Clan, and it was because of this he had decided to pay a visit to none other than Belil himself.

At the large base, which looked like an inverted mountain, Lince had jumped over the wall and landed softly on the ground, making next to no sound at all.

Lince continued to walk through the clan base as if it was his own home until someone called out to him.

"Wait, you're not a member of the Neverfall Clan?" one of the guards shouted out.

Lince turned around, surprised that the guard had noticed him.

"Oh, they have a middle-stage warrior on the first floor? Things have changed since the last time I was here."

"If you are a guest, you must register first. We will give you a plank stating what floor you can go to, and we need to know the reason why you're here in the first place," the guard asked.

"Oh right, I'm still in the guard uniform," Lince realized, as he spun his body. In doing so, visual Qi surrounded his body like a small tornado.

It completely disappeared from the others' sight, and when the small gust of wind had disappeared, a man standing there, wearing all black, heavily wrapped clothing was present.

What was most notable was that the man also wore a black mask covering his face and a wrap that went around his head, trailing down until it touched the ground.

There was only one person who dressed this way.

"Lince from the Lost Clan!" the warrior said. He was surprised but didn't bow his head. "That's even more reason for you to register; just because you are one of the big figures in the Demonic Faction, you think you can just walk in here. We would have known if someone like you was visiting."

"Charming respect as always," Lince replied.

It was expected, though; Lince was technically in enemy territory since the Demonic Factions weren't so aligned like the others.

On top of that, this was an impromptu meeting by Lince.

"Well, if I were to go down there anyway, do you think anyone could stop me?"

The guard didn't say anything as he tried to think about what to say.

"That's my invitation then!" Lince replied as he ran forward, and right when he reached the ledge, he leapt down and jumped toward the center, beginning his fall.

The air hit his body as he continued to fall, and he could see each of the floors passing by him, going from one area to the next. At the same time, he could feel the intense heat growing.

Just like before, just as he was about to reach the ground, Lince started spinning his body in several directions, and when he landed, it was ever so softly. One wouldn't even be able to hear him land.

Now on the bottom floor, Lince turned his head and could see a large double-door frame wide open.

"Come in!" a voice called out.

"You noticed me?" Lince said as he walked toward the door. "And here I thought I had gotten better."

"I opened the door the moment I heard you arrive from above."

When Lince walked past the door, he could see down a tunnel lined with candles, to the end in a circle-like area, where the one and only Belil, leader of the Neverfall Clan, sat.

Belil had his shirt off, his bulging muscles showing on his back, and next to no sweat was dripping off his body. When Lince walked further, a drip fell from his forehead onto the ground.

He paused for a moment, looking at the mark made on the floor.

"I'm disappointed in myself. I really thought I had improved after all this time, but I guess I still can't best someone like you," Lince said.

Belil then turned around. He was sitting casually on the floor in a pair of white trousers, one knee raised up, the other leg out. He looked relaxed and had a large smile on his face as he looked at Lince.

"Maybe if I was wearing a ridiculous outfit like yours, I would be sweating as well," Belil joked.

Lifting his hand, Lince then pulled down the mask covering his face, revealing several cuts that went across his lip, going down to the bottom of his jaw.

They continued slightly onto his neck but not as far as his Adam's apple.

"As I remember, it's disrespectful to talk to you without showing my face, so I should show some respect," Lince claimed.

Belil waved his hand casually.

"That's true for most of my visitors, but you know you are an exception. After all, you're the only one who knows my secret, and you have kept it well."

"Which one?" Lince laughed as he sat down on the floor opposite Belil. He noticed the floor was even hotter than the room itself.

"Are you talking about the fact that you're a Divine warrior in Pagna?" Lince asked.