"Get outta there, kid... get outta there..." Edward muttered repeatedly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the chaos before him. His face was tight with tension, fists clenched, ready to act at any mont.
His words, though quiet, didn't go unnoticed by the two magus standing beside him. They were also frozen in disbelief, struggling to process what they were witnessing.
The struggle for dominance between the two titans wreaked absolute destruction, with molten boulders larger than trucks hurled through the air in the aftermath.
Gradually, the demonic titan shrank with each passing mont, its very essence devoured by the raven's relentless hunger.
"Is... Is the boss okay, Mr. Speaker?" Aisha asked, quickly glancing at Edward before focusing back on the chaos below. To her, Maverick—or whatever he had created—seed to have the upper hand. But she knew better than to believe everything she saw, so she turned to the Arch-Magus when she heard him muttering under his breath.
"Quiet and let focus..." Edward responded instinctively, causing the witch to flinch and swallow anything else she had wanted to say. He was too focused on his pupil, and unlike Ali and Aisha, he understood the situation better and could sense what was truly happening.
He saw the demonic titan beneath the blazing raven lose its magic, and at the sa ti, he noticed it becoming increasingly unstable. It was only a matter of monts before it collapsed, the imnse force held in check by magic, threatening to erupt in a catastrophic burst.
"You two, stay put..." Edward spoke suddenly. It was the first ti they saw the Arch-Magus this anxious. "I'll go grab the kid—"
Before he could finish his words or act on his impulse, the inevitable began.
BOOOOM!
"Shit..."
He cursed under his breath, moving swiftly. He cut off the magic flowing into the mountain's protective do, leaving only the construct around the two magus to keep them safe. With a burst of speed, he lunged like a rocket.
But before he could even get halfway, the fiery raven surged forward with an unnatural swiftness for its size and engulfed his student. His eyes widened in shock, but being the man he was, he quickly understood the bold action his student must have been thinking.
Reluctantly, he quickly changed course, blinking back to the construct. "You better not die..." he muttered, his voice filled with anxiety and concern for his pupil.
For Ali and Aisha, by the ti realization hit, it was already too late. They didn't have ti to voice their concerns, as they watched the catastrophe unfold before them.
Edward ignored their shocked, reluctant expressions and pushed the construct upward with all his power. Yet, despite his efforts, the expanding tsunami of fire surged faster, quickly engulfing them.
Thankfully, Edward was no ordinary wizard. The apocalyptic flas would have obliterated any lesser wizard, but they barely scratched the Arch-Magus's protective magic—revealing just a fraction of the sheer magnitude of his power.
For Ali and Aisha, though they didn't feel the heat or shock of the explosion, their eyes couldn't escape the blinding light, countless tis brighter than staring directly at the sun.
It was so intense that for years to co, the people of Oman, the Emirates, and neighboring nations would speak of it, weaving stories and conspiracy theories about the blinding glow that had once filled the night sky.
....
Half an hour later, the sky cleared. The dark clouds, which had appeared out of nowhere, disappeared just as quickly as they ca after the battle ended, revealing a beautiful sea of stars that would usually be visible from this spot.
The catastrophic blast left no lingering smoke or deadly radiation. Unlike the fiery aftermath of explosions from elental reactions, magical flas didn't follow the laws of science. There was no combustion—in other words, it was unscientific.
But that didn't an the aftermath was any less devastating. A massive chunk of the mountain had completely vanished, leaving behind a molten wasteland. The entire battlefield was unrecognizable, with scattered boulders and debris littering the land. Most of the area, especially near the center, had turned into a sea of lava.
Near the center of the devastation, a shape resembling a cocoon, oval and about the height of an average adult, hovered a foot above the molten ground. Its outer shell glowed a deep crimson, resembling the color of tal heated to its breaking point.
It was now quiet, the devastation settled, with only the occasional bubbling of molten rock breaking the silence—until...
Rumble!
Rumble!
The outer layer began to crack, molten pieces breaking off and peeling away in glowing chunks.
Boom!
With a sudden burst, the cocoon-like casing shattered outward, revealing a crouched figure inside. He had his arms crossed over his head and legs bent to shield his chest, all while protected by a radiant barrier. Despite everything, the figure, clad entirely in black, appeared unhard.
But who could tell what lay beneath?
Just before the fiery humanoid erupted, Maverick had commanded his feathery creation to envelop him. The forbidden spell, at his current level of mastery, went beyond the norm, pushing past even the boundaries of genius.
It allowed him to use Fiendfyre not just as a weapon, but as a shield. His mastery of the spell allowed him to absorb other flas, so when the explosion ca, Maverick used that principle to control it. He absorbed the blast's force, redirecting it outward to form a protective cocoon of fire around himself.
It was a bold, risky move, but it was his only option. And fortunately, it worked—though now he was nearly exhausted.
Maverick slowly turned his head and for the first ti truly took in the aftermath of the chaos he had caused. He wasn't proud. This wasn't his land to destroy. But he didn't regret it either.
Morvain had to be stopped, and this was the only way to do so without endangering innocent lives. Otherwise, the old wizard would have gotten away with it all.
Tired, exhausted, and injured in ways he couldn't even understand, it was still no ti for a break. He extended his Magical-Sense, closing his eyes as he hovered above the sea of lava. After a mont, his eyes snapped open, the mask mimicking his action, only, the eyes were crimson.
Using magic to assist the limbs he could not move physically, he prepared to move. With a swift thrust, he shot through the air like a rocket, covering 200 ters in an instant.
There, he saw a large boulder, sothing unnatural. The surface was liquefied, but it appeared solid within.
With a wave of his hand, he gripped the boulder with pure magic, and—crack!—it shattered and crumbled with barely any effort.
And there he was—Morvain. Though he had expected it to so extent, it still surprised him a little. Even in the state he was in, he sohow managed to save himself, though he now appeared to be neither man nor ghost.
The old wizard was scorched beyond recognition, his ragged pants fused to his skin, resembling more of a Martian than a man. But Maverick felt no sympathy. This was a twisted, racist creature of the greatest evil.
Wasting no ti dwelling on such filth, he waved his hand again, forcefully yanked the two rings from the half-dead corpse's right hand, and imdiately sent them to his expanded dinsional space.
Then, just as he did so, his Magical-Sense warned him—sothing was descending rapidly, heading straight for his location.
It wasn't his teacher, of that he was sure. However, the approaching party was no weaker than Edward Garling himself. And now that he thought about it, there was no way that level of noise could have gone unnoticed by nearby powerhouses. He just hadn't expected it would be another Arch-Magus that would co.
Regardless, there was one important thing he needed to do. Morvain was still alive, though unconscious, and rlin knew how long he would stay that way if left untreated—if it could even be treated. But magic was magic. It could make the impossible possible.
There was barely any movent, just a quick flick of his finger, and then—
Woosh!
A blade, transfigured from the earth, rose from below in an instant, slicing between Morvain's shoulders and his head, decisively severing it from his body, ending the man for good.
Almost simultaneously, a tall, slender figure plumted from above, striking the ground with a heavy impact.
Boom!
The superheated rocks beneath barely seed to faze her. As the dust settled, he took in the sight of a strikingly beautiful woman draped in elegant formal clothing layered beneath a luxurious, fur-trimd cloak, rising gracefully from her dramatic landing pose.
He raised a brow beneath his mask. He knew this woman, and his earlier hunch had been correct. She was an Arch-Magus, like his teacher. Olympe Maxi, a French half-giant witch, and the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France.
What intrigued him most was her appearance. She was tall, yes, but her beauty was striking—one of the few that truly left an impression on him. Until now, he hadn't encountered a single person whose appearance matched the actors or actresses who portrayed them in the movie series.
The woman t his gaze, her eyes locking with his. She didn't move or step forward, simply studying him in silence for a while. Only then did she speak.
"Why did you kill him?"
She was pretty direct. Yet, despite her being one of the most powerful people in the world, he showed no outward reaction, no flinch, no sign of hesitation.
But before he could answer...
"Hahahaha!"
The laugh erupted like a storm, a deafening boom that rolled across the landscape, impossible to ignore, reaching every ear within its grasp.
"Old woman, I didn't peg you for soone who preys on those beneath your rank."
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Author's Note:
Next chapter's coming after 3 days! My schedule was 5 chapters a week, but I dropped 8 back-to-back so you wouldn't be stuck with a cliffhanger for too long.
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