Dark Magus Returns

Feebie was so stunned by what had occurred that she stopped dead in her tracks. She stood there, looking at the person she had been chasing for a while now, and her reaction couldn't help but bring a smile to her face.

"Look at you, you have to hold your throat just to talk!" Feebie laughed. "I can't believe with the situation as it is, you have decided to face me. Is this some useless pride you have?"

"I could understand if you were from some great clan, but you're a no-name rat. You should have just hidden and died like the coward you are."

Raze was unable to smile, and Feebie was right; he had to tense his muscles with his hands in a strange way just to get some of his voice out.

"A No-name... I'm starting to understand, that's more of the reason why you're trying to get rid of me, right? Because I was able to best your clan and the others, me, a nobody."

"If none of you can get rid of me, then what does that make you guys? For you, who saw me as nothing but worse than dirt, you are the ones that will be below my feet."

When Raze finished his sentence, he let out a few coughs here and there. He extended his hand away, allowing him to breathe a little easier.

"A lot of talk for someone who's dying. Is this really what you wanted your last words to be?" Feebie asked, swirling her hands and gathering the wrappings around them again.

She was reinforcing her fists with Qi, similar to how she had done before.

Placing his hand back on his throat again, Raze was ready to speak.

"A clan, you were talking about, you recognized my move from before, the one I used... it's from the Noctis Clan, right?"

Feebie was slightly taken aback by Raze's words. She had somewhat expected this because, in the first place, she knew it was true. However, for his last words to be talking about this? Why? What would it help now?

"Why would you be asking me about that clan? Surely, you should know more about it than me, since you are the one that's using their techniques, unless you just happened to stumble upon them from nowhere?"

The smile on Feebie's face started to grow. "Oh, the heavens, I'm right, aren't I! That's what happened; you just happened to stumble upon them, and here I thought you were someone special."

"Being sent here, some type of special one that was raised to take us all out! But I was right; you're a nobody. I should have known a thief like you would do something like that!"

This reaction, Raze was wondering what it was, but it was clear; a member of one of the five main clans had a hatred for the Noctis Clan.

In his mind, it didn't make sense. There were statues all over the Dark Faction of the original creator, the founder.

He was the one who had made the Noctis Clan, so why would she feel this way, and her reaction, it was almost as if she was afraid of Raze.

'I didn't expect it to be like this; I thought that I could at least learn more about the Dark Faction Founder or the Noctis Clan, since she seems to know something.'

Raze pressed his hand against his throat again. "So I guess this means that you won't be answering any of my questions then?" Raze asked.

"You can carry on speaking if you like." Feebie let out a single loud laugh. "I enjoy watching you torture yourself and speak in pain. It eases my heart."

"Did you really think I would answer your questions anyway? What is the point when you're going to die?" Feebie asked.

Raze looked at the ground, releasing his hand from his throat again. He took in a couple more deep breaths, and while still looking at the ground, he placed his hand around his throat.

"I guess, we have both made our decision," Raze replied.

At that moment, Feebie had spent enough time talking to Raze. There was nothing else she needed to find out, and gathering even more strength into her fists, she was delighted.

Before, she thought she might need to keep him alive for information about the return of the Noctis Clan, but if that wasn't the case, then she could freely get rid of him.

Maybe she was jumping the gun a little in her assumptions, but it was what her heart truly desired.

She burst from her position and continued to run toward Raze. Both of her fists by her side, she could see that Raze was barely moving; he was hardly reacting to it at all.

That was until he lifted his head, and in doing so, a smirk could be seen across his face.

"I have done a lot of bad things in the past, and I am truly deserving of death, but let me tell you this now, today is not the day that I die!" Raze exclaimed, placing both of his hands by his side.

Feebie hesitated for a slight moment, but she continued forward.

'No, he can't have anything else left up his sleeve; I can tell his energy has run out, everything, he's used everything up!'

Within range, she did what she could and shifted her weight as she threw both of her fists forward, one heading towards Raze's head, the other towards his heart.

A sure-kill method to get rid of him. As the fists were about to reach his body, two large red blades came swinging down, stopping the fists dead.

Bursts of energy blew out in the area, kicking the sand away from both sides as the powers collided.

Feebie was struggling as she could see her fists stop moving.

"What is going on? Who are you? Why are you here?" Feebie exclaimed as she tried to push forward.

"Oh, that's a little strange; most people tend to recognize me. They say I stand out quite a bit; maybe you need to get a little closer look!"

Feebie looked up at the one who had just stopped her attack, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere to halt the strike.

She had dark-colored slightly red-pigmented skin.

'Wait, if someone was strong enough to block my attack like this, they would have to at least be a middle-stage warrior... and this skin color, I have heard of someone like this before.'

Feebie's eyebrows furrowed.

"You're Alba, from the Crimson Crane! What are you doing here in a Dark Faction dimension? No, not just that, why are you helping a student of all people? What is your relation to him?"

Feebie didn't understand; the Crimson Crane was the top wander group. Having as much strength as the major clans in any of the factions.

So why would their leader be here, and why would they be helping a student, none of it made any sense.

"Ah, you see, this guy here, he finally used his token, his favor that we owe him, so for now, he's kind of the boss, and he's told me to kill you," Alba replied, smiling back.