"Get outta there, kid... get outta there..." Edward muttered repeatedly under his breath, his eyes fixed on the chaos before him. His face was tight with tension, fists ched, ready to act at any moment.

  His words, though quiet, didn't go unnoticed by the two magus standing beside him. They were also frozen in disbelief, struggling to process what they were witnessing.

  The struggle for domiweewo titans wreaked absolute destru, with molten boulders rger than trucks hurled through the air iermath.

  Gradually, the demonic titan shrank with each passing moment, its very essence devoured by the raven's relentless hunger.

  "Is... Is the boss okay, Mr. Speaker?" Aisha asked, quickly gng at Edward before fog ba the chaos below. To her, Maverick—or whatever he had created—seemed to have the upper hand. But she knew better than to believe everything she saw, so she turo the Arch-Magus when she heard him muttering under his breath.

  "Quiet a me focus..." Edward responded instinctively, causing the witch to flind swallow anything else she had wao say. He was too focused on his pupil, and unlike Ali and Aisha, he uood the situatioer and could sense what was truly happening.

  He saw the demonic titah the bzing raven lose its magid at the same time, he noticed it being increasingly unstable. It was only a matter of moments before it colpsed, the immense force held in check by magic, threatening to erupt in a catastrophic burst.

  "You two, stay put..." Edward spoke suddenly. It was the first time they saw the Arch-Magus this anxious. "I'll go grab the kid—"

  Before he could finish his words or a his impulse, the iable began.

  BOOOOM!

  "Shit..."

  He cursed under his breath, moving swiftly. He cut off the magic flowing into the mountain's protective dome, leaving only the struct around the two magus to keep them safe. With a burst of speed, he lunged like a rocket.

  But before he could eve halfway, the fiery raven surged forward with an unnatural swiftness for its size and engulfed his student. His eyes widened in shock, but being the man he was, he quickly uood the bold a his student must have been thinking.

  Relutly, he quickly ged course, blinking back to the struct. "You better not die..." he muttered, his voice filled with ay and for his pupil.

  For Ali and Aisha, by the time realization hit, it was already too te. They didn't have time to voice their s, as they watched the catastrophe unfold before them.

  Edward igheir shocked, relut expressions and pushed the struct upward with all his power. Yet, despite his efforts, the expanding tsunami of fire surged faster, quickly engulfing them.

  Thankfully, Edward was no ordinary wizard. The apocalyptic fmes would have obliterated any lesser wizard, but they barely scratched the Arch-Magus's protective magic—revealing just a fra of the sheer magnitude of his power.

  For Ali and Aisha, though they didn't feel the heat or shock of the explosion, their eyes couldn't escape the blinding light, tless times brighter than staring directly at the sun.

  It was so intehat for years to e, the people of Oman, the Emirates, and neighb nations would speak of it, weaving stories and spiracy theories about the blinding glow that had once filled the night sky.

  ....

  Half an hour ter, the sky cleared. The dark clouds, which had appeared out of nowhere, disappeared just as quickly as they came after the battle ended, revealing a beautiful sea of stars that would usually be visible from this spot.

  The catastrophic bst left no lingering smoke or deadly radiation. Uhe fiery aftermath of explosions from elemental reas, magical fmes didn't follow the ws of sce. There was no bustion—in other words, it was uific.

  But that didn't meaermath was any less devastating. A massive k of the mountain had pletely vanished, leaving behind a molten wastend. The etlefield was unreizable, with scattered boulders and debris littering the nd. Most of the area, especially he ter, had turned into a sea of va.

  he ter of the devastation, a shape resembling a co, oval and about the height of an average adult, hovered a foot above the molten ground. Its outer shell glowed a deep crimson, resembling the color of metal heated to its breaking point.

  It was now quiet, the devastatioled, with only the occasional bubbling of molten rock breaking the sileil...

  Rumble!

  Rumble!

  The outer yer began to crack, molten pieces breaking off and peeling away in glowing ks.

  Boom!

  With a sudden burst, the co-like g shattered outward, revealing a crouched figure inside. He had his arms crossed over his head and legs bent to shield his chest, all while protected by a radiant barrier. Despite everything, the figure, tirely in bck, appeared unharmed.

  But who could tell what y beh?

  Just before the fiery humanoid erupted, Maverick had anded his feathery creation to envelop him. The forbidden spell, at his current level of mastery, went beyond the norm, pushing past even the boundaries of genius.

  It allowed him to use Fiendfyre not just as a on, but as a shield. His mastery of the spell allowed him to absorb other fmes, so when the explosion came, Maverick used that principle to trol it. He absorbed the bst's force, redireg it outward to form a protective co of fire around himself.

  It was a bold, risky move, but it was his only option. And fortunately, it worked—though now he was nearly exhausted.

  Maverick slowly turned his head and for the first time truly took iermath of the chaos he had caused. He wasn't proud. This wasn't his nd to destroy. But he didn't regret it either.

  Morvain had to be stopped, and this was the only way to do so without endangering i lives. Otherwise, the old wizard would have gotten away with it all.

  Tired, exhausted, and injured in ways he couldn't even uand, it was still no time for a break. He extended his Magical-Sense, closing his eyes as he hovered above the sea of va. After a moment, his eyes snapped open, the mask mimig his a, only, the eyes were crimson.

  Using magic to assist the limbs he could not move physically, he prepared to move. With a swift thrust, he shot through the air like a rocket, c 200 meters in an instant.

  There, he saw a rge boulder, something unnatural. The surface was liquefied, but it appeared solid within.

  With a wave of his hand, he gripped the boulder with pure magid—crack!—it shattered and crumbled with barely any effort.

  And there he was—Morvain. Though he had expected it to some extent, it still surprised him a little. Even iate he was in, he somehow mao save himself, though he noeared to be her man nhost.

  The old wizard was scorched beynition, his ragged pants fused to his skin, resembling more of a Martian than a man. But Maverick felt no sympathy. This was a twisted, racist creature of the greatest evil.

  Wasting no time dwelling on such filth, he waved his hand again, forcefully yahe tws from the half-dead corpse's right hand, and immediately sent them to his expanded dimensional space.

  Then, just as he did so, his Magical-Sense warned him—something was desding rapidly, heading straight for his location.

  It wasn't his teacher, of that he was sure. However, the approag party was no weaker than Edward Garling himself. And now that he thought about it, there was no way that level of noise could have gone unnoticed by nearby powerhouses. He just hadn't expected it would be another Arch-Magus that would e.

  Regardless, there was one important thing he o do. Morvain was still alive, though unscious, and Merlin knew how long he would stay that way if left ued—if it could evereated. But magic was magic. It could make the impossible possible.

  There was barely any movement, just a quick flick of his finger, and then—

  Woosh!

  A bde, transfigured from the earth, rose from below in an instant, slig between Morvain's shoulders and his head, decisively severing it from his body, ending the man food.

  Almost simultaneously, a tall, slender figure plummeted from above, striking the ground with a heavy impact.

  Boom!

  The superheated rocks beh barely seemed to faze her. As the dust settled, he took in the sight of a strikingly beautiful woman draped i formal clothing yered beh a luxurious, fur-trimmed cloak, rising gracefully from her dramatiding pose.

  He raised a brow beh his mask. He khis woman, and his earlier hunch had been correct. She was an Arch-Magus, like his teacher. Olympe Maxime, a French half-giant witch, and the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magi France.

  What intrigued him most was her appearance. She was tall, yes, but her beauty was striking—one of the few that truly left an impression on him. Until now, he hadn't entered a single person whose appearached the actors or actresses who portrayed them in the movie series.

  The woma his gaze, her eyes log with his. She didn't move or step forward, simply studying him in silence for a while. Only then did she speak.

  "Why did you kill him?"

  She retty direct. Yet, despite her being one of the most powerful people in the world, he showed no outward rea, no flino sign of hesitation.

  But before he could answer...

  "Hahahaha!"

  The ugh erupted like a storm, a deafening boom that rolled across the ndscape, impossible to ignore, reag every ear within its grasp.

  "Old woman, I didn't peg you for someone who preys on those beh your rank."

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  Author's Note:

  Just a quick update — up to Chapter 89 is already avaible on P AT r30n!

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