Magus Supremacy

"What happened? Are… are we dead?" Lyra asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she slowly looked around, eyes wide with uncertainty. Everything was pitch black, as though the world itself had been swallowed whole.

"Why is everywhere so dark? Is this hell? Are we dead?" Raze echoed, spinning in place as he tried to make sense of the void surrounding them. His breath caught when Max, clutching his chest from a strange thump, looked up—and froze.

"He… he is here."

"He is here? Who is?" Greg asked, squinting into the darkness just before a colossal wave of swirling shadows unfurled above them, cloaking the entire arena in a churning sea of black.

The massive goo from the hawk? Gone. The searing heat of death? Vanished. Everyone who had been moments from doom now stood unscathed—saved by an overwhelming, mysterious power.

Then, they heard it…

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of boots echoed sharply across the cratered battlefield. Each step resonated like a war drum on the cracked stone floor of the arena.

A presence had descended—and it wasn't just power. It was gravity itself. The very mana around them quivered, bending away from the pressure of the one who approached. Even silence dared not linger near him.

Out of the shadows walked a young man. His hair was midnight black, wild yet deliberate, like chaos chained by sheer will. With every tilt of his head, faint violet streaks shimmered through his strands—residual lightning mana pulsing through him like a heartbeat.

But it was his eyes that truly silenced the crowd. One eye was storm-gray, sharp and calculating like a predator in wait. The other—a luminous amethyst orb, crackling constantly with miniature lightning bolts that flashed like thunderclouds within his skull.

A deep, jagged scar crawled from his collarbone across his chest, glowing faintly. Ancient runes danced along it—etched in forbidden shadow magic. Each rune pulsed like a heartbeat, reacting to every presence in the arena.

He wore a long battlecoat, forged from monster hide and reinforced mana-thread. Deep navy fabric shimmered beneath metallic violet trims. The back bore the proud insignia of the Lunaria Squad: a bolt of lightning entangled in runic chains.

"Tsk! You are all so pathetic. Weak, trembling chickens that I have to keep saving every damn time," the man scoffed, raising his hand casually.

With one wave, a colossal surge of shadow mana erupted around them, swallowing the arena in absolute darkness.

Then—click.

A snap of his fingers sent ripples through the air. The shadows above began to twist, spiral, and condense. Like a collapsing star, the dark wave swirled into itself, shrinking with terrifying force.

And as it did, the darkness lifted. Light returned to the arena, the clouds parted, and the sky brightened once more. But the fist-sized orb of shadow still hung above them like a promise of devastation.

The green goo from the hawk? Gone. The beast itself? Still hovering, screeching. Four hundred foot soldiers stood frozen below, eyes wide in confusion.

Portals still churned in the sky, spewing out more twisted monstrosities to overwhelm the battlefield.

At the heart of the arena, silence reigned.

"Kael?!" Dante's voice cracked with disbelief as he recognized the figure standing before them.

"Seriously, how far has the younger generation fallen? You can't even handle a basic level-15 threat?" Kael facepalmed, one hand raised as his index finger remained pointed at the orb above.

"Weak? Who the hell are you calling weak?!" Max snarled, fists clenched in fury.

"Oh? Max from Wysteria? Huh… that's surprising," Kael said with a smirk, scanning the crowd until his gaze settled on a familiar form.

Amir.

Still seated cross-legged, unfazed, eyes closed. Until he snapped one eye open to glance at the newcomer before a soft smile crept on his face.

"I'm glad you came, Kael. You're always reliable," Amir said softly without looking up.

"Tsk." Kael scoffed, but before he could respond further—

SCREEECH!

The hawk cried out, its massive beak opening wide as it prepared another attack.

"One moment," Kael muttered.

He narrowed one eye, raising his pointed hand like a sniper taking aim. Electricity sparked at his fingertips.

"Take your attack back," he whispered.

BOOM!

The arena trembled as the condensed shadow fired forth like a black bullet. In the blink of an eye, the orb slammed into the hawk.

And then—

Acid.

The creature's own corrosive goo exploded against it, melting its steel-like feathers. The hawk shrieked in agony as it crumpled mid-air, a mass of liquefied flesh raining down to the earth below.

"No way!" Raze gasped, eyes wide. "It… it melted its own body?!"

Two portals snapped shut in the sky with a loud hiss, the arena once again still.

"Shit! How the hell did you kill a level 15 beast with one strike?!" Arthur shouted. "And how the hell did you condense that goo?!"

"Should you be surprised?" Max grumbled. "He's not called the Demonic Student of Lunaria for nothing."

"I really don't like that title. How many times will I tell you all that, that title is clearly overhype." Kael narrowed his brows in frustration.

"Overhyped?!" Greg barked. "You just disintegrated a level 15 beast like it was a fly! So how the hell is that overhype?!"

"To me, it is." Kael shrugged and began scanning the battlefield. "Now… where is he? That guy stronger than all of you."

"What do you mean?!" Dave barked, stepping forward.

Kael glared, his voice like ice. "Know your place."

Dave winced, his breath catching.

"You mean Grey?" Arthur asked, pointing toward the towering earth pillars encasing an unconscious figure. "He's out cold."

"Unconscious? Even now?" Kael sighed, striding toward the stone structure.

Within, Grey lay sprawled on the ground. Crimson hair draped over his face, blood trailing from a gash on his forehead.

'Red hair? Wasn't he a brown haired earlier? Wait, did he use concealation magic? How did I miss that?'

"What do you want to do?" Dante asked, frowning.

Kael sighed and then raised his hands. Lightning danced around his fingers, crackling in the air.

"I'm trying to wake him up."

A massive bolt of lightning formed above him—thick, sizzling, the size of a carriage.

"Wait! You'll kill him!" Scarlet shouted, lunging forward, her hands outstretched as if trying to stop Kael but it was too late.

"WAKE THE F*CK UP, YOU FOOL!" Kael roared, and threw the lightning bolt down.

CRACK!

The earth pillars shattered into rubble, the bolt slamming into Grey with devastating force.

"What the hell?! Isn't lightning weak to earth?!" Dante yelled.

"Well, not in Kael's case." Charlotte replied as the lightning bolt finally slammed into Grey with a burst of energy shooting out, sparks flying and scorching the ground as his whole hair fizzled.

"NO!" Scarlet screamed as she was seen dashing forward while Kael turned to face her. "What have you done? You have kil…"

Before she could even get closer…

BOOM!

A tremendous wave of energy rippled out slamming into Scarlet and hurling her backwards while Kael quickly surrounded himself with shadows, a smile crept on his face.

"Welcome back, deep sleeper."

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{A/N}

Hey Magus Legion! My deep apologies because I'm going to be leaving you all hanging here. I'm preparing for school for my exam. I should be on my way now but I realized it won't be nice of me not to leave even a single chapter down.

Rest assured, after today's exam, till 1st of July before I have another one again which would also be the last exam for this semester. Please bear with me guys, let me quickly dress and go to school. Later guys!✌️