Dark Magus Returns

The Crimson Crane was in trouble, no doubt. None of them had been heavily injured by the attacks they were dealing with, but they were running out of Qi, and energy in general, fast.

On top of that, one of the opponents they were going up against had just started to use items. Strong magical items, and it didn't seem like they were the only ones.

How many of the mages that they were going against held these items? They wouldn't know, and if things continued going on the way they were, then there was a good chance that they wouldn't find out.

Alba, the leader of the Crimson Crane, felt a high level of responsibility. She was the one who had made this promise with the Dark Mage; she was the one who knew the risks, and the rest had followed believing in her.

'No matter what, I have to make sure the others come out of here alive, even if I have to use every single cell of my blood energy!' She thought, gripping onto her sword.

That was until a certain man had dropped down in front of her. From his clothing alone, she had instantly recognized him, but it didn't make any sense to her.

Would an enemy she was practically fighting till death with have their back facing away from her, and not just that, why would they block all the attacks coming their way?

There was a good chance that the individual was just blocking the attacks so they didn't hit them, but then why use such a large sweeping leg move?

That was until she saw the commander, slowly coming down, the man known as Eston, floated down and landed in the sand.

Things were moving so fast that Alba didn't know what to do at this moment, and then, the words had come out of his mouth.

"I guess there's no choice now, though, I'll just have to go all out, protect the White Dragon!" Amir stated as his body started to transform.

"The White Dragon?" Alba turned her head and looked at Raze being carried on Reno's back. He had white hair. He was the only one in the group with white hair.

On top of that, she knew the Vice-principal was looking for Raze.

Right as Amir's body was starting to change, his arms were forming, the black substance was moving around his body.

Attacks from the mages could be seen coming his way. Alba was closest to Amir, and she needed to make a choice straight away.

'My instincts, everything is telling me that this man, he doesn't want to harm Raze. The fact that he let us go back then as well.'

'I'm not a hundred percent sure, and I never can be, but in this situation, the enemy of my enemy is my friend rings true!'

Alba shifted where she was, a red streak was left in the ground from her foot as she twirled around and swung with her sword.

A large red slash was made in the air, breaking the attacks from all of the mages.

Even the mages were taken back by this a bit. If they were fighting against other mages, they would struggle to find many that could deal with so many in this situation.

It was the first time they were dealing with Pagna warriors that were at this level.

"I've made my choice, I used up a lot of Qi blocking that attack. I was saving just enough to run away if that was the only thing left to do, but now with that attack, I've chosen to fight, it better be the right decision!" Alba said.

Amir's arms had formed, the claw marking, and as for his tentacle-like arm, instead of forming into the giant cleaver like he had done before, instead it was thick by his arm and extended out until forming a cylinder-like shape with an opening at the end.

It was something that Alba had never seen before.

Pointing the large barrel-like object at the mages, a large condensed round beam of energy came out right from his arm.

It went fast in the air and hit a mage right in the head forming a hole through him, in that moment the mage fell to the ground dead.

'What is that thing, was that projectile Qi that he just used, but that's impossible. That amount of Qi control is meant to only be possible by Divine stage!' Alba thought.

Everything about the attack, and the strength though, certainly made it seem that way.

"Impressive, but I still believe you made the wrong choice," Eston said as he lifted both of his hands.

Strange leather strapping he had around his forearms started to glow. He swung his arm to the left, and a large gust of wind was felt on Alba.

She felt no pain, but her whole body shifted to the side as if it was being pushed by some type of invisible force. Right after Eston shoved his hand out.

From the palm of his hand, a large vortex of wind erupted. It wasn't just wind though; within the wind itself, there looked to be sharp strikes.

Instantly it had hit Amir, and lifted him in the air, as it did the sharp corners of the vortex hit his body constantly. The vortex then continued to move and as Eston placed his hands on the floor.

The vortex of wind slammed Amir onto the floor. The opening of the vortex was still sharp, like a thousand blades all of them cutting and slashing as they touched Amir's skin.

"You people have no idea who I am," Eston said. "There is a reason why I am one of the commanders of Idore's Noble Guild!"

Eston the mage had a past, before he had joined the Noble Guild. Being a 6-star mage was quite an achievement, and he was a mage that had gained many achievements.

One of these was being in a military guild called Ortian. It was a guild that had only ten members. With it being part of the military, they were forced to go on dangerous missions from time to time.

Missions that only over 6-star mages could handle. The Ortian Guild became one that had menacing power. It was one many wished to join, but there was only one way one could join the Ortian Guild.

A mage would have to replace one of the members, that meant a person had to kill one of the Ortian Guild members in order to become a part of them.

This is what managed to make the guild and the strength of them rise higher and higher. However, there came times where members wished to leave the guild.

Maybe the fighting life wasn't for them anymore, or they had a family to look after, but leaving the guild was even more difficult than joining.

All members of the guild had a pact that if one wanted to leave, then they would have to face all nine other members of the Ortian Guild at once.

If they were successful in beating them all, the guild would disband, and they were free.

For a long time, those that had tried to leave, all of them ended up dead. That was all apart from one.

Eston had received an offer from Idore, using the strength of his items, he had left the guild, annihilating all other 9 members.

All of the strongest 6-star mages in existence. That was Eston's strength, that was the type of mage that they were going against.

"I am the only person to ever leave the Ortian Guild!" Eston shouted as the vortex grew larger.