Dark Magus Returns

Feebie's fists were shaking as they pushed against the two swords. Only a few meters ahead of her, she could see her target, the one she had been chasing for a while now.

'So close, I'm so close to getting rid of the White Dragon, he's right in front of me, and then, and then, this person gets in my way!' Feebie tried to push forward hard, but equally, the same force of Qi was being pushed back.

"I know who you are, but do you know who I am!" Feebie shouted. "I am the Clan Head of the Lethal Bite Clan! The Crimson Crane are a wandering Clan."

"If you go against me, and get in my way, then it will mean the Crimson Crane will no longer have privileges of stepping foot in the Dark Faction!"

Alba couldn't help but smirk, first the Light Faction declaring them as an enemy, then them putting the Dark Magus in their care just put them even more so on the hit list.

After that the Behemoth Clan and their troubles. They could still stay in the Demonic Faction but not without having trouble looking behind their back.

The only place that was still okay for them to be in was the Dark Faction, but now it looked like trouble was brewing here as well.

'Dark Magus, are you trying to start trouble with the whole planet!' Alba thought in her head.

"As I said before, it's not up to me, the one who is calling the shots is him!" Alba's swords started to glow slightly brighter red in color.

They were charged, and she pushed forward causing Feebie to flip in the air and jump backward. Most of the energy continued forward until it crashed into a building behind.

While Feebie landed back on the ground, not hurt, but extremely agitated.

"What do you mean he's your boss, how could a mere student be in charge of the Crimson Crane, what could he have done to make you follow his orders!" Feebie shouted.

None of it made any sense, even if he had relations to the Noctis Clan, the Crimson Crane were practically a neutral group.

"I'm thinking about it now myself," Alba mumbled, as she looked back at Raze, a weakened white-haired student, from the corner of her eye.

Not too long ago, Alba, as well as the other members of the Crimson Crane, were in the city of Repton in the Demonic Faction.

They were in the usual place, on the third floor in a private room filled with mats, and as usual, Alba was busy drinking away, with the rest of the Crimson Crane.

"Is this okay?" Cronker asked, sitting at the table, his arms were folded. He didn't participate in the drinking like the rest of the group was.

In fact, he still had a black mask that was covering his upper face.

"What do you mean," Tilon stated, with his large shield on his back. "We've been through a lot lately with everything that happened with the Light Faction elder, and then the Behemoth Clan, we should be able to just relax."

"Tilon's right!" Froma said, holding up a drink with her face bright red. She had only drunk one glass, but she was never one who was able to hold her drink, mainly due to the small size of her body.

"What I mean is, we have a reputation to uphold," Cronker stated. "Before this, we were going full steam ahead, making our reputation known. Working as mercenaries for other kingdoms, or taking on troubling dimensions that needed to be closed.

"Our reputation has increased though," Reno commented. "Although, whether in a good or bad way is hard to say."

"Right," Cronker replied. "Although I'm not complaining about that. I just don't understand why for the last week we have done absolutely nothing but just stay in the city."

As soon as Cronker finished his sentence, Alba placed her drink on the table making a small bang. A wave of Qi had gone out, hitting all of the others slightly.

"It was a request made by none other than the Dark Magus, who is a member of ours," Alba explained.

"Correct, a member, but one in name only," Cronker retorted. "If any of us were in trouble, then we would all go to help them out in a heartbeat. That is what makes our clan special and unique compared to the others.

"We care for each other like that of a family. If we were in trouble, do you think the Dark Magus would help us? I think you know the answer, which is why I find it hard to understand why you are treating him so well."

Kizer then stood up, and pulled out the large blade from his back. It was shining with power and the moment the others saw it they started to clap and cheer.

"I believe that this is reason enough. This is a weapon that was created by the Dark Magus himself. It has increased my power beyond what I imagined, and it's the same for Reno as well."

"If we all have such great items, and exclusive pills that he creates just for us, then it doesn't matter who we anger, we will be at the top."

"The other factions have looked down on us for a long time. We, the Crimson Crane, have changed that slightly, but still, they allow us to go into each faction because they see us as nothing."

"But we will show them, that us wanderers who paved our own path, will be able to shine above them."

Everyone had long stopped listening to Kizer's speech and had continued to drink as they were enjoying themselves. To which his face had turned red, and he soon found himself sitting back down on the ground.

"What Kizer says is partly true," Alba replied. "But what he said was important. When I think about him, and it's the same with Dame as well, I believe the two of them feel the same way, as if they want to pave their own path."

Cronker knew it was a conversation that he wouldn't win; he wouldn't be able to change Alba's mind. She had already made it up, but he just couldn't help but vent his worries.

"He is someone we don't know much about, and I feel like, this favor that we promised him, in return for these items, based on what he has done, and the trouble he has caused so far, it might be a favor that puts us all at risk, and beyond what we expect."

The time was ticking, the Dark Magus had claimed he would be back to them around the end of the month, so they would expect him at any moment.

"Excuse me!" A bell rang on the other side of the sliding door. "A guest has arrived to meet you."

"A guest?" Alba raised an eyebrow. "Let… them in."

The door was slid open, and the worker stepped to the side. At that moment, a man wearing a strange blazer-like costume walked in, with bright white hair on his head.

As he stepped in, his breathing was unnatural and heavy. When the door closed behind, Cronker couldn't help but ask.

"Who…are you?"

"I'm… the Dark Magus, And I've come to ask for that favor."