Magus Supremacy - Chapter 220

Chapter 220: A Familiar aura!
Chapter 220

A thousand undead surged forward, summoned by Jack with the singular aim of annihilating the Lunaria squad.

But Grey—ever the anomaly, ever the Supreme Mage—rose to meet the threat with unflinching resolve.

Though he didn’t defeat them all on his own, his power blazed through the battlefield like a tempest, wiping out nearly half of the undead horde with a brilliance that silenced doubt.

Now, with the last of the undead crumbling into bone and dust, the Lunaria squad stood only a few meters from Jack, who remained rooted in place.

“What now?” Grey taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Your mana’s depleted. Your army’s gone. You’re empty. What can you possibly do?”

Jack kept his head bowed, shoulders trembling… until a low chuckle escaped his lips. Slowly, he raised a finger.

“I’m not alone,” he said coolly.

From the shadow rippling beneath him, a figure began to rise—cloaked in a tattered black robe, a single eye glaring from behind a jagged eye patch.

“Remember me?” the man rasped, and Grey’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“You?!” Grey exclaimed.

“Who is that?” Sol asked, chest heaving with exhaustion. Her mana reserves had dwindled to a perilous three percent.

“How are you still alive?” Jay demanded, stepping forward in disbelief.

“Exactly!” Scarlet added sharply. “We killed you.”

“Wait… You all know who this is?” Selene asked, puzzled.

“A few months back,” Greg explained, “we were assigned to investigate a bandit-infested town.

That’s where we fought him. It was a brutal battle, and Jay landed the final blow. We thought he was dead—but maybe… he wasn’t.”

“You’re right,” the man replied with a bitter grin. “I was hanging by a thread… until the boss saved me.”

Grey’s eyes narrowed as recognition sparked. “Now I get it. That emblem…” He pointed at the insignia on Jack’s robe. “You joined the Eclipse Pact, didn’t you?!”

Jack glanced at his attire but said nothing.

“Is that what you’re focused on right now?” Charlotte snapped.

“Actually, yes,” Grey replied. “Throughout the fight, the reason why I haven’t killed him was that I was trying hard to remember where I had seen that emblem from and now I know. So shall we wrap this up quickly?” He asked.

Wind began swirling around him like a living thing, sharp and ready.

“Oh, we shall,” the robed man said with a wicked grin as thick mist began seeping from his body, cloaking the battlefield in a heavy fog.

“Mist magic?” Dante scoffed. “He’s just a support, then. Useless.”

“Don’t be so quick to judge,” Grey warned.

Suddenly, fifty gleaming ice shards materialized around them, all aimed at their vital points.

“Oh? So he’s packing Ice Magic too?” Sol muttered, arcane runes glowing faintly around her.

The shards launched with terrifying speed—but Arthur stepped forward, slamming his palms together.

A translucent, shimmering barrier expanded outward, enclosing the group. The shards struck, clinking and crackling—but failed to leave a mark.

“Surprised?” Arthur grinned, his voice strained but defiant. “Last time, I was weak. But I found something that amplified my magic. I’m not out yet!”

“Enough talking!” Jack snapped, waving his hand as the ice mage conjured twenty ice swords in mid-air.

Selene’s fingers danced subtly behind the squad, her eyes locked onto the ice mage. As he released the shards, they veered off course and slammed harmlessly into the ground.

“What the hell was that?” Jack growled. “Can’t you aim properly?”

“If you wanted them dead so bad, maybe you should do it yourself,” the mage shot back. Another volley of ten shards flew, only to be diverted again.

“I can’t, idiot! I’ve got no mana left—I’ve been fighting nonstop!”

“Then stop rushing me!” the mage barked, launching ten more ice swords.

Jack scoffed. “I didn’t even like you from the moment when they brought me in.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” the mage snapped, his eyes scanning for interference. They locked on Selene, hands weaving strange signs. He looked down—his shadow writhed unnaturally.

‘Shadow Magic… so that’s your trick.’

With a hiss, he summoned an enormous ice snake, launching it at breakneck speed.

It crashed into Arthur’s shield before Selene could redirect it. The barrier cracked. Arthur staggered, coughing blood.

“Drop the shield,” Grey ordered.

Crackling lightning formed around his arms, twisting into glowing gauntlets etched with runes.

Arthur obeyed. The bubble vanished.

“Time for payback,” Grey said—and vanished.

“Wait—how is he faster than before?!” the ice mage gasped.

He waved his hand frantically, fog wrapping around himself and Jack like a shroud.

‘He can’t find me in this…’

A crackle of lightning burst through the mist—Grey reappeared, his aura surging with electric fury.

“I can sense mana, you fool.”

The mage barely conjured a shield before Grey’s punch shattered it like glass. Ice shards exploded everywhere—one even slicing Grey’s cheek.

The mage skidded across the ground, blood trailing from his mouth.

A voice echoed behind Grey.

“I’ve had enough of you,” Jack snarled, his cursed black hand aiming for Grey’s neck.

But there was no resistance—Grey had already moved.

“I wanted Viktor to take his revenge… but now I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Wind exploded outward from Grey’s body, a roaring tempest that blasted Jack out of the fog. The dense mist thinned momentarily as Jack tumbled across the ground.

“You bastard!” the ice mage screamed in panic. Grey was far more powerful than their last encounter. Desperate, he hurled an ice arrow at blinding speed.

Grey didn’t flinch.

He caught the arrow between two fingers and stared at it before snapping it clean in half.

“My turn.”

Two lightning arrows screamed from his hand, slamming into the mage. The force lifted him off the ground and flung him into unconsciousness, the fog finally vanishing.

“And that’s how you deal with delusional fools,” Grey said coolly.

But then—they felt it.

Another presence.

From atop the unconscious bodies stood a man—smiling.

“Hello, students of Lunaria,” he greeted. “I’m Daze.”

Grey froze.

‘That aura… it’s him. The same presence I felt from the old man in the village months ago.’

His heart pounded as he took an involuntary step back. ‘Who is he? What is he? This… this man is on a level I can’t touch.’

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to kill you—not yet,” Daze said casually. “Those two acted without my permission, and clearly, they lost. Miserably.”

Shadows coiled at his feet as Jack and the ice mage were dragged into them like dolls into quicksand.

“No!” came a raw, thunderous scream.

Viktor was awake—standing—while Vanica lay collapsed beside him, utterly drained.

“BRING HIM BACK! I need my revenge—NOW!” Viktor bellowed.

The very air trembled under his rage. Pressure surged, forcing the first-years to their knees. Even Grey struggled to stay upright. But Daze didn’t flinch.

“You had your chance… and you lost,” Daze said as he slowly sank into the ground.

“Live with that,” he added. “And know—I will return. Not just to end you… but to burn your academy and kingdom to the ground.”

With that, he vanished.