Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

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Adam calmly stepped out of The Cage. The rays of the early morning sun rising from the horizon illuminated his visage, making him feel a little refreshed and faintly smile

"It's a wonderful day... to shed blood."

He turned to look towards the Galestine Ocean, specifically towards the dockside. There he could see several ships burning—those belonged to the Blackshore Fleet.

Two ships were anchored right next to the docks, their sails proudly displaying the insignia of Ravenfell. Another ship floated in the sky through arcane means, its sails also displaying the same insignia.

Hearing the sounds of steel and spells clashing against one another, Adam knew that the war between the two forces had already begun.

He then turned his head in the direction of the slums. Through the Sphere of Resonance, he could sense that Kael and Liriel were alive and well, helping the mortals of the city to evacuate.

Looks like they'll be just fine, he thought.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he quickly turned his head in the direction of the Darkfang Docks.

Just then, he sensed a very malevolent aura filled with death, decay, and rot emanating from that direction. Even though he was a great distance away from it, he knew exactly what this aura was.

He had felt this before when he had faced Olin Barrett, a Rank 3 Magus, from the Cult of Bones.

"There are three of them and three from the Umbra Thieves facing against three councilors from Ravenfell," he muttered under his breath.

Moreover, now that the Mana Vortex Magi from the cult had summoned their undead army, the armed forces of Ravenfell were terrifyingly outmatched.

He could only imagine the expressions of panic and horror on the faces of his fellow Magi from Ravenfell.

Adam sighed, "Sending this many powerful Magi from the Cult just to deal with three Councilors from Ravenfell… isn't this a bit of an overkill? Or is there something else you guys want, eh?"

Towards the end, he turned his gaze towards a certain dark alley. "I know you're there, necromancer," he added.

A few moments passed but nothing happened. However, Adam continued to intently stare in that direction, his eyes narrowing.

Suddenly, the shadows in that alley seemed to come alive and an ominous figure with pale skin walked out. He wore dark Magus robes and gazed at Adam with shock.

"The terrifying aura coming from the depths of that building…" the man began. "It was you, wasn't it?"

Adam ignored his question, as he spun the staff in his hand and rested its shaft on its shoulder. "Why has the Cult sent four Rank 3 Magi to this shithole? Do you people truly hate the Magi from Ravenfell that much? Or do you have other motives?"

He paused for a moment, letting out a light chuckle, "Clearly, the Cult didn't send this many Magi to help the Umbra Thieves, did it?"

The more this man noticed Adam's calm behavior and speech mannerisms, the more unease he felt in his heart.

Add to that, the terrifying aura he felt earlier as well as his Rank 2 wraith that had been effortlessly killed, and he couldn't help but think of a horrifying possibility.

However, he refused to believe it! It was simply impossible!

"You…" he spoke with a shaky voice, "Are you Adam Constantine?"

"One and only." The raven-haired youth nodded.

The necromancer gulped. "What… is your rank? Why can't I sense it?"

Adam rolled his eyes in a bored manner. "You stupid ape, it is common knowledge that Magi in the same rank will be unable to sense the mana fluctuations emanating from one another unless they cast a spell or proactively reveal their mana signatures."

"Im-Impossible!" The necromancer blurted out in shock. "Are you telling me you're already a Mana Vortex Magus?! Impossible! You're not even forty! No! You're not even thirty-five!"

Adam's eyes narrowed. "You seem to know quite a lot about me, eh?"

The next moment, he turned his head in the direction of the docks. "Alright, things are getting rough out there. Time to go."

"Stop right there!" The necromancer quickly reined in his emotions. His eyes flashed with bloodlust and he spat, "If you've just advanced to the Mana Vortex Rank then it means you still haven't gotten used to your strength! Quickly surrender yourself!"

Adam looked at the man, amused by his words. "I would have taken care of people like you even when I was a Rank 2 Magus. Although, it would have taken me some planning and time."

He paused, his voice turning disdainful. "Now that I'm a Rank 3 Magus, what makes you think I'll surrender to you?"

"Don't be cocky, boy!" The necromancer spat through gritted teeth, slowly raising his hands and weaving hand seals. "If you don't surrender, then I will make you—ack!!"

Adam appeared before him like a phantom and ruthlessly grabbed his face, nearly breaking the man's jaw with his strong claw-like grip. At the same time, he also disrupted his spell.

"You talk too much," he said to the necromancer.

Then, he crouched low, applied mana to his legs, and shot into the sky while grabbing the necromancer by the face.

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Darkfang Docks.

Hundreds of undead creatures, including skeletal figures, zombies, and golems, rose from the shadows and surrounded the forces of Ravenfell.

The ghastly aura the undead creatures were emanating caused their enemies to shudder in fear.

Seeing the countless enemies surrounding them, most of the Magi from the forces of Ravenfell gradually lost their will to fight.

The three Councilors wore extremely solemn expressions. The Rank 3 Magi hadn't even had the chance to enter the fray when all of a sudden they were surrounded by an undead army.

They had never expected the Cult of Bones to have attacked them with such a mighty force!

Standing on the rooftop of the building, Malcolm Morgan displayed a cruel and malevolent grin. "I gave you a chance to surrender and return home to your families. But you chose death, and now… I shall grow my undead army yet again—"

Suddenly, his words got caught in his throat when he sensed a presence approaching them at a quick speed.

Not only Malcolm, but all the Rank 3 Magi present turned their attention in the direction of the sky.

There, they saw a vaguely visible figure descending towards them.

BOOOMMM!!!

A few moments later something fell from the sky. All the Magi gazed at the small crater that had just now formed on the battlefield.

When the dust cleared and it became visible just what had fallen from the sky, the faces of the Rank 3 cultists and well as the leaders of the thieves' guild darkened.

Lying in the center of the crater was a black-robed man with pale skin. It was none other than the fourth necromancer from the Cult of Bones!

Although the man wasn't dead, his situation was quite miserable after having been tossed from such a height.

Suddenly, all the Rank 3 Magi on the battlefield felt an extremely tyrannical aura descending from the sky.

It was undoubtedly the aura of a Mana Vortex Magus!

Before then knew it…

BOOOMMM!!!

This time, a thick and towering pillar descended from the sky and landed on the battlefield. Atop this pillar, a lone figure gracefully landed next, dressed in black robes and a pointy hat.

Adam stood proudly on top of the Staff of Calamity, gazing at the thunderstruck expressions of his enemies and allies.

He scanned the battlefield, and when his gaze landed on the hundreds of undead creatures summoned by the Mana Vortex Magi of the Cult, his lips curled up into a cold smile.

"Let us level the battlefield, shall we?" His eyes flickered with excitement as he raised his hands and wove a set of powerful hand seals. "After all, you're not the only one with an army."

Then, an ancient and bloodthirsty aura descended on the battlefield, causing everyone to involuntarily shudder in fear.

"Heed my call!" An immense surge of mana radiated from Adam as he cast his grand summoning spell.

"Serpents of the Coil!"