Dark Magus Returns

Those in Pagna felt like they were in a tricky situation. After the meeting with the Principal and Vice-principal, the other students had been told to head back to the Red Headband base.

The thing was, while at the base, the security had been increased. More of the masked men were outside, and all of the students had been told to gather and remain in one room.

They were given a big executive room on the second floor. A room that the teachers and instructors would stay in at times.

"What is all this, the teachers have such a soft and luxurious bed, this place was in the building the whole time!" Liam said as he bounced on the bed a few times.

"Do you really think that's what's important right now?" Simyon replied.

Liam was still bouncing on the bed. He had never felt something so soft before.

"What do you mean, they had this the whole time, and the teachers hardly stay here, apart from the ones that are watching us."

Dame looked at the door. There was a single entry point, and he placed his finger on his lips. There were two large windows that faced the outside.

Just outside that, though, one could see a line of six guards, all of them wearing masks. It was almost as if they expected the group to escape.

They knew what Dame's gesture meant, that there was someone on the other side of the door as well, so if they were to say anything, they should be careful.

"It's been a while though, do you think Raze is okay?" Safa asked, being vague. They all knew the situation he was in.

"Yeah, he should be good, you know he always pulls through in tough situations," Dame commented, walking away from the door and heading to the window.

There was one worry on his mind; it had been a long time, and the longer they spent without Raze, it meant they needed to get ready to act out at any moment.

However, he noticed something, that Safa was moving her hands about and had her eyes closed quite a bit. She also managed to get the book from her room before coming here and had been studying it a few times.

He was wondering what she was up to, when she eventually started to draw something on the floor in front of them all.

"What is going on, have you gone mad without your brother?" Mada commented.

When the circle was finished being drawn, Safa sat down and placed both of her hands together. Since the magic circle had been drawn, there was no need to cast out a spell just for her to use her magic.

Light Magic touched the circle and it lit up; when it did, it started to expand out further and further until this energy passed through each of their bodies.

It was soothing for them all. A gentle feeling that brought calmness in all of their hearts.

"We should be able to speak freely now; this is a suppression spell so it drowns out what we're saying, but we should make it quick, otherwise, I think the silence will make them suspicious," Safa explained.

Both Ricktor, Mada as well as Tinson and his group were quite dumbfounded. Was there a skill that could do such a thing, what did she mean by spell?

Although Safa wanted to hide her magic powers away from the eyes of others, the situation was too serious. At the moment, all of their lives were at risk, and everyone was in this together. All of their lives were at stake.

"Well, what I want to know is why did they put you guys with us, I mean aren't you the Principal's son?" Simyon asked.

"That might be the reason why," Ricktor replied. "He might think it is good if I keep an eye on you, that I will still be loyal to him."

"And are you?" Liam instantly asked. They still weren't sure they could trust the main disciples and with good reason as well.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call the Principal my father, because he does not see me as his son anymore," Ricktor explained. "I'm sure you would know."

Ricktor went to set his eyes on Simyon, and when he did, he gave a little wink.

"A certain incident made him somewhat disown me; I would rather not get into details, but to him, only my strength matters to the clan; there is no family bond."

"If we can speak freely, then I want to know if Cronker with us?" Dame asked.

In the corner of the room, as if appearing out of the shadows, a small thud was heard, and then he had appeared.

"I am here; while you were in the meeting as well, I managed to snoop around and find a few things out," Cronker said. "They went to check up on the Vice-principal, and it seems that the portal is closed."

Everyone with wide eyes started to look at each other. What did this mean for Raze? What did this mean for them, and what were they to do now to get out of the current situation?

"The portal's closed, but that's just from our side right?" Tinson said. "Doesn't that mean, there's still a way for them to get out?"

"But we know who went after them," Violet added. "It was the Vice-principal. That means that the dimension boss was defeated; was it done on purpose? Maybe it was even done by those that were helping Raze to try and keep them there."

The thing was, there was too little information for them all to go on. It just put the worry in their chests even heavier compared to before.

"We shouldn't panic," Dame said. "If we need to fall back anywhere, then I know a place we should head to, at the back of the academy, past the forest down the cliffside, in the valley of fog, there is a cave. If anything should happen, all of us should head there."

Dame knew Raze could create portals, so he wasn't so worried about him; he was more worried about his group. If they went to the area of fog, and the academy didn't give up their chase, then what would happen?

---

Cronker was right with his information he had gathered, and this information had, of course, reached the ears of the Principal Murkel.

"So, the portal has closed, and it's been quite some time since it has done so. There is a chance that something happened to Amir after all then," Murkel commented.

"On top of that, we have received information back from the Lethal Bite Clan. At the moment, they haven't received an update from the Clan Head Feebie nor their Vice Head Royo."

Hearing all of this, the Principal sat in front of his wooden desk and was stroking his soft beard slightly.

"Is it really possible for a bunch of students to orchestrate something like this? To have the power to do something like this?"

"Perhaps not on their own, but there is one thing that's for sure. The students have to be involved in this somehow."

"I guess it's time to get some answers from them. Make sure the students remain where they are, and we shall do everything in the academy's power to get answers from them," Murkel ordered, standing from his seat.