Dark Magus Returns

729 Into The Dark Void

A large battle was commencing between the Light Faction and the Dark Faction. It was one of the bigger fights that was occurring between the two.

The Light Faction was trying to test the limit of the Dark Faction, and trying to see if the claims were true, that Bofan had gone missing.

There was always the chance that the Dark Faction was also trying to spread misinformation, forcing an attack, and forcing them into a disfavorable position.

Little did they know, there were also members of the Neverfall Clan present as well. Distancing themselves on top of a hill, they had somewhat set up a camp as they watched everything that was occurring.

"Do you think Bofan is really gone?" a Demonic Clan member asked.

A young man in his thirties stood there with his top wrapped around his waist, revealing his muscular structure and dark facial hair on his body. This was a young Clan Head, Belil, of the Neverfall Clan.

"Many people think because Bofan and I fought that we are sworn enemies, but things are not black and white." Belil answered. "If you knew the things I knew. There was something up within his Dark Faction, things he didn't like."

"It was almost as if he knew something was going to happen. I don't know if Bofan is alive or not, I just know something has happened, and if something happened to him, then whoever managed to take him out had to be incredibly strong."

In the middle of their conversation, that was when he saw it, a portal appearing on the battlefield, and a man falling down onto the ground.

"That clothing, isn't that from one of the clans in the Dark Faction… is this a portal break?" Belil thought, but something odd had occurred.

The portal that had opened up and allowed the man to fall into the middle of the battlefield had quickly closed up behind him as well.

"We should pay attention, and be ready for anything." Belil ordered.

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On the ground itself, Murkel had landed in the middle of the battlefield, but he was unaware of the people around him.

Instead, he was looking at the ground, sensing the smell of the air around him.

"I made it out, I finally made it out?" Murkel asked. His emotions were overwhelming him. His eyes were tearing up.

He had lost track of time, and thought that he would always be in the other dimension. He was sure many years had passed, he just had no idea how many.

What he was surprised most about, was after such a long time, he could instantly remember the specific scent that Pagna had carried.

Spending so much time in another dimension, he had also learned that there were specific smells to certain places.

'But how?' Murkel started to think, and as he looked at his hand, his vision was blurring. It looked like part of his skin, which was ripped, was reforming.

'I was in the fight with that beast… that powerful beast, it had finally caught up with me, I thought, and I lost so much blood. I was just using whatever it was I had, so what happened in there?'

'How am I still alive.'

After these final thoughts, a ringing pain appeared in Murkel's head. Instantly, he had lost his vision at that moment, and the area surrounding him had turned into darkness.

He was standing in an empty space of darkness where he could see nothing around him, or at least he thought that was the case.

When he looked up, there was a rectangular-shaped image. It was showing a hand lying there in the grass. The next moment, the image had changed, it was moving like several pictures stuck together.

That's when Murkel realized.

'Those hands, that grass, that was where I was before… why am I… what is happening?'

Murkel was deeply confused as he continued to look at the image. He could see several warriors had surrounded him. They were shouting at him, asking what clan he was from.

Murkel recognized the clothing of those from some of the other clans. Still wearing the same uniform.

They recognized his uniform as well, but not who he was, so they continued to shout, asking him. That's when Murkel himself tried to shout back, answer.

"I'm from the Erupting Fist Clan, is there anyone I can speak to!" Murkel shouted.

However, his shout was only heard in the dark, empty space. It didn't resound on the other side, leaving him more confused.

Murkel continued to shout, but it appeared the others were unable to hear him.

That was when he instead could hear something else.

"Ha, ha, hahaha!" A loud echoing voice was bouncing off the dark room and could be heard ringing through Murkel's head.

"So this is what it feels like… to be like this."

The voice continued to echo in the dark room, and not just that, the same voice that Murkel could hear, the warriors on the outside were able to hear as well.

Suddenly, the view had changed again, and Murkel was so stunned by what he could see he fell on his back in the dark space.

A Dark Faction member that was asking questions had blood trailing out of his mouth, and when looking at his throat, his own hand had dug through it.

"You're not as tough as this one, I guess that means there are no strong ones here?" the outside Murkel asked.

Murkel didn't understand, why was he able to see what his body was doing, who was it that was controlling his body?

After the outside Murkel had pulled his hand away from the warrior's throat, an entire group of Dark Faction warriors had come forward.

Seeing this, the outside Murkel lifted his hand, and a strange red substance came out from the side of his skin wrapping around his arm.

A hard jade-like substance had covered his entire arm, and turned into a single sharp crystal-like sword.

A swing through the air had sliced through, and the warriors continued running until their bodies had been split in half and they fell to the floor on the spot.

'That red crystal!' Murkel recognized it, and now he had a good idea what had happened. 'That beast, is it controlling my body right now?'