Dark Magus Returns

Before breaking off with Graft, there were a few details that Raze needed to give to even set up the meeting. Raze had suggested even coming with Graft and meeting him in person, but Graft had to insist that it wasn't the right move.

Those from Alter were already quite secretive about their tasks and jobs, and in this case when they were in the Demonic Faction where they weren't supposed to be in the first place, they were even more secretive.

Graft would have to use his own method to get in contact with his leader, and then he would turn on his communicator and try to find Raze when they were ready.

In terms of the information that Graft had asked for, a lot of it was something that Raze couldn't even give. He had asked for a squad name, which Raze didn't know.

So in the end, the only thing he could say was his squad leader's name which was Himmy, and he didn't even have a second name.

Either way, Graft said that it would probably be enough. Worst case, the emblem coin that he had would be proof that he was a member of Alter and they would do their best to help him.

With that, Raze had returned to the inn that he was staying at. He had bought some materials for himself to create more DM marked Qi pills for himself.

Those that he could use in battle rather than sell, and once he was done he had decided to lie down and rest for a bit on his bed.

'I feel bad… I get to just lie here like this, while I have no clue what is happening at the Academy?' Raze thought. 'I never imagined that I would feel this way again.'

'I was right, it was easier to break off all connections and just focus on the task, because now there is more to lose as well.'

'When I get to the Dark Faction, I should be able to find some information about what happened. From there I can continue on.'

While staring at the ceiling, Raze reached into his inner pocket and pulled out the Alter connection device, he ran his finger over the indented "I."

"Idore, so far you're the one that has the most involvement in this world of Pagna it seems. I wonder if the others know what you're doing."

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Graft, with everything at hand, had done a few things to contact his leader. He had made a post on the job bulletin board.

A place where Clan members would ask for help from others in dimension raids, or even if they just needed someone to help guide them.

It was a place Graft frequently visited as part of his job. Since he spent most of his time guiding clans and wander groups.

When putting in a request, a specific one needed to be made. It was a fake request that would alert the ones he needed to, to go to a certain location.

Out away from the city of Repton, Graft had traveled across the hard orange dry ground, and had reached one of the large mounds.

It was a valley, a canyon that went fairly deep. In the mounds, he started to venture down until he had reached the bottom and patiently waited.

It didn't take long, that's when eventually dropping down from above, were several people one after the other.

The first, a large dark-skinned man, who was all muscle. He wore next to no clothing other than large pants revealing his well-chiseled upper body.

The front half of his hair was shaved as well right down the center only leaving half of his black hair.

Right after that, a thin woman fully clothed with darkened blue hair, and a large brown leather hat, landed on the ground.

On her back, was a long object with a thick base and a long thin barrel. It wasn't a melee weapon, nor was it something that would be seen in the world of Pagna.

For it was a weapon that specialized in shooting projectiles at an extremely far range. However, walking around with it in public, many would think that it was just an ornament.

After that, jumping edge to edge from the cliff rocks was one that did look like a Pagna warrior, dressed in the same traditional cloth those from clans would wear.

This one looked quite young, a teenager at most, but one with a large burn mark that went across the side of his face.

Looking above, Graft could see one more, there was another male, dressed in Pagna clothing, with light-colored hair that was swept back.

The man had a cleanly shaved beard but looked quite well-

aged as most warriors. Instead of jumping down though, this one was floating slowly down onto the ground, and just before his feet touched the floor, the dust was pushed away.

Finally, there was one more, who had slowly climbed down, and had eventually reached the bottom. He had dressed just like any Pagna citizen.

Not warriors dressed in elegant cloth, but just wearing everyday clothes that looked fairly shabby, with a large sheet above him.

"Sir!" Graft said, giving a quick bow and salute. The person he had done this to, was the very last who had arrived, the leader Marcus Ford.

Although his clothing was shabby, his body was extremely lean, well-trained, and his jaw was sharp. His hair was relatively short.

"I didn't expect the whole group to turn up, I thought that you would all be busy," Graft stated.

"Well, it was unusual for you to call me, I thought that you might be in some type of trouble. Things have been going smoothly for us, and it's kinda worrying me a bit."

Graft was a little nervous, but in the end, he had informed him of the reason as to why he was called here.

"Another person from Alter, that is strange that they would be in the Demonic Faction. I don't believe any other teams were stationed here," Graft said standing up straight.

"I guess, we should help out our fellow people who are of the same cause as us. It is always troubling to be alone in this situation. Did he state what squad he was from?"

Graft shook his head.

"He didn't, but he stated that his squad leader was a man named Himmy."

Immediately, a smile appeared on Marcus's face.

"Of course, of all people's squads, he had to belong to his. This will be nice; it will be good of him to owe me a favor."

"But still, it is a bit strange. Why would a member of Himmy's squad be here? A member of his team shouldn't be here."

That was when the man with blonde hair spoke up.

"There was a report that a new member had recently joined Himmy's squad. It was a mage."

Usually, due to the size of Alter, one wouldn't keep track of members and such, but those from the same world liked to keep track of those who joined Alter.

This was just in case it was someone that they might know, and it was the same this time around.

"A mage, huh…I guess I can see something happening. They are quite annoying at times to deal with. A mage belonging to Himmy's squad, huh? Well, maybe we should give him a little test then."