Dark Magus Returns

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726 Time Passes Differently

After the man had left, Murkel had told the students to remember what they had seen, and that they should learn from their losses. A loss wasn't a shameful thing, and they should evaluate what worked or why they lost in order to improve.

At the same time though, Murkel also asked the students to keep what they had seen a secret. The wandering warrior didn't seem like the type of person who would spread that he was

victorious.

Especially against someone who had only made a small name for himself. Yet at the same time, Murkel didn't want new students to be dissuaded from joining the clan.

When the elders and the Clan Head returned, he didn't speak to them about his loss with the wanderer. They seemed to be worked up about their own problems.

"Times are hard, Murkel" An old man said as he sat slumping in his chair.

Murkel had come over and poured some hot tea, then poured it in his own cup before sitting down opposite him.

"How did the meeting with the other clans go?" Murkel asked.

"Not well, as you know, factions toward the east of Pagna are collectively teaming up. Clans in that area have always had the same sort of values and have designated themselves as the Light Faction. It's a mighty force that many clans in Pagna are worrying about.

"On top of that, one of the largest empires has their backing as well. No doubt they have made some sort of deal to give them some of the land that they had conquered. The reasonable thing to do would be to make a type of faction that would oppose them"

Murkel took a big sip of his cup, still thinking about what the mysterious wanderer had said. What his ideals were, and what he had planned to do.

"I'm guessing it was hard to convince the other clans to suddenly team up like that. At least not without fighting and creating some type of pecking order." Murkel answered.

"Precisely, and that will only make us weak. Thankfully, there are some stronger clans out there that are wedged between us and this Light Faction, those that practice the Demonic techniques, so there is some time that can be bought at least."

Big changes were happening in the Pagna world. The line between warriors and regular citizens was becoming less apparent with each day. With more clans working with kingdoms and empires.

At the same time, factions were being made that had never occurred before, and lastly strange things were occurring, and even rumors of powerful warriors appearing from clans using powerful artifacts that could do a number of things.

Murkel was somewhat pleased that he would be living in an era where big changes were occurring and maybe he would be a part of it.

For once, Murkel had decided to do some training outside with the students. The students were learning quickly and growing stronger thanks to some changes that Murkel had made to the Erupting Fist Clan's techniques.

Ile was adjusting them and the Clan Head willingly allowed him to. As long as the base of the arts remained the same, he didn't mind. Especially since he wished for Murkel to take over it one day.

He had proof of that, the clan medallion, with a peacock with burning feathers carved in it. It was always placed under his clothing and was a symbol that he was the next successor of the Erupting Fist Clan.

He fiddled with it from time to time under his chest. And would still think about the day he had lost the fight to the wanderer. He had heard news about him, and some of his accomplishments, defeating others from top clans.

One day, he wished he would come back, and when he did he wanted to fight and go against him again. In the middle of his thoughts, as the students shouted out their chants, and grunts while performing hits, he could see out in the field, just by the river where countless workers would do their fishing, there were a few sparks in the air.

'What is that, lightning, but it's not coming from the sky!'

The sparks got larger and larger until they started to hit each other, eventually forming a full circle, and a strange mystic mix of colors started to form in the center. He had heard of this description before.

One of the men closest to the strange floating object was a fisherman, he moved in closer, until right out from the dimension portal, an object the size of a hand with a sharp point came through and stabbed the fisherman through the chest.

Blood was soaked on the tip, before it moved and pulled the fisherman in right toward the portal.

The men and women nearby started to scream at the top of their lungs, as they ran away. More strange objects, tentacles, and sharp limbs started to come through the dimensional portal.

It looked as if their limbs were slightly too big to fit through, as they were stuck all of them trying to push through the dimension, but bit by bit, more was coming through.

"This has to be one of those dimensions!" Murkel thought instantly as he heard the stories. Soon he knew that horde of beasts would break out of the portal, and would attack the entire town, killing people left and right.

Powerful beasts that could even best talented Pagna warriors.

"Sir, what do we do!" The students asked.

Murkel looked at his young students' faces, some of them scared, others cowering into their knees. Then he looked at a mother carrying her baby and running off.

Seeing all of this, reminded him of the words of the warrior, the two options one had. They could either evacuate, run away, and let people die, or head into the portal, going right in, and stopping the rampage from taking place.

"Tell the Clan Head and the other warriors that I'll be heading into the portal, we need to get rid of whatever is on the other side!" Murkel exclaimed. "I'll be waiting for them on the other side!"

Murkel ran forward, and when he got close to the portal, he lifted his fist, and the Dark Qi started to surround it. Jumping in the air he leapt towards the portal with no fear, and slammed it right into the body of a beast that had just peeked through the portal, right after he had entered, his body disappearing.

When entering the portal, Murkel had no idea what to do, but he was brave and did it for the sake of helping out the others. Little did he know that he would be in the portal for a hundred

years

。