Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1038: The Real Test

Hearing the words come out from Beatrixʼs mouth, Impress felt like she was going to faint on the spot. Right after, her whole body was shaking with a myriad of emotions.

”How, how can you be so foolish? Do you even know what you are saying!” Impress shouted. ”That man is the person who is in control of the Dark Faction and the Demonic Faction. Without that item, Alter wonʼt help us.”

”You have also learned what that item can do. With it, he could even summon those from his world to come in and get rid of those on Pagna!”

Although Ricar wasnʼt as expressive as Impress in her thoughts, he also was quite shocked at what Beatrix was doing.

”It seems that Henio was right after all, that something like this would happen. Itʼs always interesting how right that guy is,” Red said to himself, with his arms folded, seemingly not caring either way about where the item would go.

It wasnʼt just them that were surprised; Raze himself didnʼt understand what was happening either. He had little to no interactions with Beatrix on this island. Sure, he had met her a couple of times before, but they hadnʼt talked to each other or had full-on conversations for her to suddenly do this?

”Why?” Ricar eventually asked. ”Has the Dawnblade Clan not treated you correctly? Have I done something wrong that has pushed you away from the Light Faction?”

For Beatrix, hearing Ricarʼs voice was perhaps the most painful to her. He was her mentor, the person who had even recommended her to become one of the elders in the Dawnblade clan. She could tell that her actions pained him.

”Thatʼs not it. Itʼs because of the teachings of the Light Faction that I believe what I am doing now is the right choice,” Beatrix explained. ”We all saw it, that man, Raze Cromwell, the Dark Magus, is not from our world.”

”This is an item that has the power to change our world, and although he has done many things, the things he has done in Pagna have nothing to do with us. Everyone else has a reason to use this item for no good, and for it to be used to harm Pagna but not him.”

”His anger was strong, and his anger was towards those that are still in his homeworld. I believe with this item, he might even leave this world in the end. As quickly as he came, he will be gone.”

Beatrix then walked up to him with the Golden Globe in hand. But even if she did have the item now and was free to do with it as she wished, it wasnʼt as if she could just hand the item through the barrier.

”I remember when we first met,” Beatrix said. ”You were incredibly weak at the time. It seems around that time you might have just come to this world. You have progressed far in gaining power. It has been a short amount of time, especially for Pagna warriors.

”You have your own problems to deal with, and we have ours. Which is why I wish to ask you, if I hand you this item, to promise to leave the Light Faction in peace. To do what you must, donʼt worry about Pagna, leave that in our hands, to those in Pagna... and complete what you must.”

When Raze looked into Beatrixʼs eyes and heard her speak, it reminded him deeply of another individual. How could anyone give an item on the consensus of a spoken promise? In a world where promises were broken daily.

A world where those from the Dark Faction were taught to do whatever they could in order to win. This person in front of him, Beatrix reminded him far too much of his late wife Sabraina.

”People like you are too good for this world,” Raze mumbled, but it was loud enough for even Beatrix to hear it, making her cheeks flush red.

”Did you hear that, Ricar? Beatrix has met with this person before. It seems that the two of them were working together from the beginning!” Impress shouted.

Although it was quite normal to think that in a situation like this, Ricar didnʼt think so. Because if that was the case, when the vision showed the darkest moments of Beatrixʼs life, it would have shown that as well.

The decision Beatrix had made was a decision that she had made right now.

ʼInteresting,ʼ Lince thought, watching the whole thing unfold. ʼMaybe this was the true test by the founder after all. The test allowed the right person to get their hands on the Golden Globe. But it didnʼt state that they had to keep it for themselves.

ʼBy all of us choosing Beatrix, it allowed the choice to be left in her hands. The founder would have never been able to make the right decision himself. So he left it to the best person of those present.ʼ

”Do you remember where we first met, the exit point?” Beatrix said. ”In a week and a half from now, I will meet you there with the Golden Globe. Come alone.”

Raze understood. Exiting from the portal, there were the snowy mountains between the border of the Light Faction and the Demonic Faction. No one else currently there, even if they could hear, would they know where that place was?

The troubling part was Beatrix having to last that long with the item in her hands, and no one finding out that she had gotten her hands on it.

”You are making a big mistake!” Impress shouted. ”This is a betrayal of the Light Faction. The Dawnblade Clan will not protect you. You will be chased by all of those in the Light Faction. Once someone betrays a faction, they have nowhere to go!”

Beatrix knew all of the consequences of what she was about to do.

”Iʼll see you then,” Beatrix claimed as she walked off and headed toward the center.

”Alright, Iʼve waited long enough,” Mosak said, lifting his hand against the barrier. ”Unfortunately, I canʼt let that happen.”

With his hand glowing yellow, his fingers had pierced right through the barrier. Then right after, he dragged it open until he could reach another hand in. Then pushing to the side with both of his hands, the barrier around him had completely shattered, particles falling to the

floor.

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