Magus Supremacy - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: The battle has been won!
Chapter 259

As if the battle with the Drakesville Kingdom hadn’t already brought enough devastation—reducing half of Goltas Village to rubble—Grey and Kael had to take it a step further.

Their explosive clash finished what was left, erasing the last remnants of the once-thriving village in a blaze of elemental fury and raw power.

Their confrontation wasn’t just a fight—it was a collision of storms. A duel where sheer will and untamed might met at the summit of destruction.

“Oh? You were holding back?” Kael scoffed, lightning crackling around his frame. “Well, I’ve got news for you. I wasn’t even tired. Everything you just saw? That was me having fun.”

With a wave of his hand, shadow portals erupted around Grey, spinning like vortexes. From within, countless arrows of lightning surged forth, screaming through the air like the wrath of a thunder god.

“Enough of all this madness!” a voice bellowed.

In an instant, a shimmering dome of crystal engulfed Grey. The lightning arrows struck the barrier in rapid succession, detonating in a cacophony of crashes and sparks.

A split second later, a massive crystal pillar burst forth and slammed into Kael, launching him backward and leaving a trail of fractured earth in his wake.

Captain Ryan limped forward, one hand still pressed to his temple as if barely holding himself together.

The last of Kael’s lightning attacks fizzled against the crystalline dome before it finally receded, revealing Grey—alive, but visibly stunned.

“What were you two thinking?!” Ryan shouted, fury and disbelief bleeding into his tone. “You were about to kill a fellow squad member, Kael!”

“Relax,” Kael said, brushing dust off his sleeve. “I had it under control. If he’d died, it would’ve just confirmed that he was weak.”

Grey stepped forward, blood crusted around the wound in his leg, eyes narrowed. “Glad you know I’m anything but weak,” he shot back, his voice cold.

Kael smirked. “If I wasn’t holding back, you’d be lying next to that general—so don’t get cocky. Still, you did alright. Not bad for a supposed Supreme Mage.”

“I was holding back too, you know.” Grey clenched his fist. “If I’d used my other two affinities… it wouldn’t have been much of a contest.” He mumbled the last sentence under his breath quietly.

“Uhm… have we ever seen Grey act this competitive before?” Greg whispered, wide-eyed.

“No,” Scarlet replied. “He’s never met someone who could truly challenge him. But Kael… Kael lit a fire under him.”

“Honestly,” Dante added, scanning the obliterated battlefield, “they were both holding back, and look what they’ve done.”

What remained of Goltas Village was a graveyard of stone and ruin. Buildings that had somehow survived the battle with the generals now lay flattened.

The earth was torn open in massive fissures. Corpses of enemies not sucked into the wormhole had been flung and shredded in the chaos.

“This… this is destruction on a terrifying scale,” Dante said gravely. “And that was them restraining themselves.”

“If they ever went all out, they could possibly destroy towns… No!” Charlotte murmured, her face pale, “they could level cities.”

“I’m just glad you’re both still standing,” Ryan sighed. “For a moment there, I thought you were really about to kill each other.”

“Kill each other?” Kael chuckled as he scratched his head. “Can’t lie, that was the most fun I’ve had in a while. Maybe I got a little carried away. But I made sure to pull back my strength though.”

“Wait!” Grey stepped closer, brows furrowed. “You used fusion magic. How do you know how to wield it?”

Kael laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Anyone with more than one affinity can do fusion magic. It’s just a matter of talent. My father taught me.”

“Your father?” Grey asked, eyes narrowing. “Who is he?”

Kael’s smirk faded slightly. “I’ve already said too much.”

His gaze flicked to Captain Amir, still unconscious. A shadow rippled at Kael’s feet and extended out, engulfing Amir’s body before slowly pulling them both into the dark.

“I’ll be seeing you all around,” Kael said, the shadow rising to his chest.

He turned to Grey one last time. “Especially you.”

And with that, he vanished—his form consumed by the blur of shadows.

“Wait!” Grey called out, eyes widening. “I never told him my name!”

Before he could process it, a shout rang out.

“Captain?!”

Five students approached, their uniforms bloodied and torn. One had a mangled arm, another limped heavily—but they all moved forward with purpose.

These were the surviving members of the Wysteria Squad. Of the six who had departed for this mission, only five returned.

Nozel walked at the front, carrying a still body in his arms—the lightning wielder who had fallen in battle.

“Guys…” Ryan said, a weary smile crossing his face. Then he saw the dead student and froze.

His expression twisted with guilt and anguish. His fists clenched tightly. His lips trembled.

“It’s not your fault, Captain,” Lex said gently, stepping forward with his good hand on Ryan’s shoulder.

“You gave your all for us. If any of us had fallen, it wasn’t because you failed. It was because we weren’t strong enough to keep up.”

Tears streamed freely down Ryan’s face now.

“I’m so so…” He tried to speak, but his legs buckled beneath him. Before he could hit the ground, a gust of wind surrounded him, catching him gently.

“He’s reached his limit,” Nozel said softly. “He needs rest and healing.”

“And so have we,” Grey added, stepping forward. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers. At the same time, Lyra did the same.

Two elegant wind birds materialized—one conjured by Grey, the other by Lyra. Their wings flapped with gentle power, casting a breeze across the broken landscape.

The Lunaria Squad climbed aboard Grey’s wind bird. The Wysteria Squad, led by Lyra, boarded the second. She joined them as she was to pilot it back.

“Let’s head home,” Grey said. “The battle is over. Victory is ours.”

With that, both wind birds soared into the sky, wings glinting against the fading light as they departed from the war-torn village—leaving behind destruction, loss, and the memory of a fight that foreshadowed an even greater storm ahead.

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