Although Raze wasn't near death, he had pretty much counted himself out of the fight. There was a large wound on his stomach, and nearly all of his Qi had been used. To top it all off, he had used everything he had.
With the added strength from Belil, he could best nearly every warrior he had met in Pagna. He had just run into a Divine warrior that belonged in another realm entirely. When Zon had arrived, Raze's mind was instead filled with curiosity.
Watching him go against Mosak, he wondered just how he was able to move so fast. What was occurring didn't seem to be a type of physical ability; instead, it was something more similar to an artifact or magic.
Yet how could that be in the current situation? He was focused on the fight between the two that was taking an unexpected turn.
'I knew Zon was strong, but his power really has increased. The output of his attacks along with this strange skill he's using right now...?' Raze started to think. Although Zon wasn't an enemy, if the two of them were to fight, even with Raze using all of his magic, could he win?
Because in the end, it looked like Zon had won this fight against Mosak, whether it would take a long time or not. It was as if Zon had a sure way of winning it.
Which was why Raze was even more surprised by Zon's action when he appeared right by his side.
"You should feel a bit better now, and you should know... you can now use your magic," Zon claimed.
Dumbfounded by Zon's words, Raze had looked down at the wound around his stomach. It had slightly healed, along with the rest of his body. It was recovering because the power of the Blazer had activated.
If the Blazer was working, it also meant just as Zon had claimed, magic could now be used. Stretching out his hand, Dark magic formed, and a red Qi pill appeared. Raze immediately popped it into his mouth, and the effects of the Qi pill were adding to his healing capabilities.
It confirmed that he was able to use magic.
"Was this because of you?" Raze asked as he started to stand up on his own feet, his hand pulling away from the wound on his stomach.
Zon turned around and just had a smile on his face. His gamble had paid off. His system was what had made him privy and aware of the situation as well as the knowledge he knew about the island itself.
Raze was unable to use magic on the island, and a mage was the one responsible, but everything—even spells-needed some type of energy source. Seeing the vast amount of crystals in the underground of the island, he figured that was the energy source.
The reason for having this thought was seeing that some of the crystals were faded in energy. He gathered that another spell-the one used to protect the island and stop others from reaching it—was also utilizing the crystals.
So if all of the crystals were destroyed, then all of the protections and spells in place would fade. He couldn't be too sure that there wouldn't be some type of backup or if there would be more crystals elsewhere powering the island's spells.
This was the gamble that he had, but with the situation they were in, without being able to use artifacts or magic, Zon could see no way of besting Mosak.
"This is my fight to deal with. It looked like to me that you were dealing with the situation pretty fine," Raze said.
"That might be the case, but none of us would have been able to get this far without you. And besides, with the changes that have occurred within, don't you need some practice? And don't you need to vent some frustration?" Zon asked.
Raze had to agree. What were the limits of his power? He had pushed his Qi now as far as it would go, but his magic-he was a six-star mage-still nowhere near his peak in the past. But bining it with his Qi, how far could he go?
If he was able to beat Mosak in front of him right now, then Raze knew he was ready to take on the Grand Magus once and for all. To obtain the Golden Globe and get it all done with.
"So the fool you all put your hopes into gets back up again!" Mosak said. "I can't believe there are a bunch of annoying ants that actually hurt when bitten a bit. But that's all you are. Both of you are just annoying ants!"
Mosak had the spear glowing in his hand again, and just like the time before, it had three golden rings surrounding it in different parts-one around the sharp-pointed edge, one in the center, and another at the very back. It was the same move that had taken Raze out pared to before.
"Can you deal with this one?" Zon asked.
"Look at you, getting all confident with your words now," Raze said as he stepped forward, holding onto his sword. He then bent his knees and placed his Qi right into his sword. It was glowing bright, until from the back of the weapon, Dark magic started to swirl, forming in circles.
The Qi and his Dark magic were starting to bine and mix into each other.
Mosak, on the other end, paid no attention as he hurled the spear through the air. Quickly, the golden rings started to break, and each time they did, the spear grew in size. It grew three times, and the giant spear was breaking the ground, heading straight for the two of them.
The Dark magic flickered in Raze's eyes as well as behind him, as he pushed off using one of the descending steps.
"Dark Edge Magic Sword Arts, Void Pulse!"
Dark magic exploded from behind Raze. A tunnel of magic was seen breaking out, destroying the ground and covering the air. The sword was thrusted forward and crashed into the giant spear. The two energies were colliding, but slowly the Dark magic-it was starting to evaporate the golden energy.
It was breaking down the spear until it had pletely vanished, and now the giant spear was no more. Raze was standing there looking at Mosak, who was lost for words.
"Qi has never been my forte. My specialty has always been magic," Raze said as he lifted his hand, and in it, a cursed Qi pill appeared. He slowly went and placed it in his mouth, swallowing it whole.
"One minute... I'll finish this... in one minute."
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