Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1556: Breaking Out (Part 2)

The fireball shot through the ceiling and burst into countless crimson embers, scattering across the night sky like a shower of sparks. Outside, Alen’s soldiers immediately recognized it, the signal. Trouble.

Without hesitation, they moved. The soldiers and operatives who had been stationed nearby were already accustomed to such emergencies. They had rehearsed this countless times. None of them knew just how brutal the coming fight would be, but all of them ran toward the facility with unwavering resolve.

Inside, Beatrix stared at the rising smoke and then at Alen, her brows furrowed in concern. “We have to break out of here. I can take us up again and open a path through the wall,” she said quickly. “But I’m worried. Now that they know we’ve seen something, they might destroy this whole place just to cover it up, or burn it down trying to get us.”

Her guess wasn’t far off.

On the floor below, the Cerebus Guild mages were already tearing through rooms, destroying everything in sight. Explosions of light and flame echoed through the corridors. Every shattered wall and burning console served two purposes, eliminate potential hiding spots, and erase all evidence that the facility had ever existed.

Beatrix clenched her teeth. “I told those people we’d help them. That we’d come back to free them.”

Alen grabbed her hand. “Then we’ll just have to do that,” he said firmly. “And we’ll have to do it now.”

He stretched out his arm, mana surging in his palm, and unleashed a massive fireball that slammed into the steel gate ahead. The explosion tore the barrier from its hinges, sending fragments of molten metal scattering down the hall.

The moment the path cleared, Alen dashed forward. Guards were already on alert, shouting orders as they prepared spells of their own. Alen twisted his hand, spinning his wrist as flames burst outward in spiraling arcs. The blasts struck the first two guards in the chest, hurling them back into the walls with a crash.

Beatrix leapt after him, her feet barely touching the ground. She kicked off one wall, then the next, bounding from side to side along the narrow corridor. Each movement carried deadly precision. Her sword flashed with a faint silver glow as she sliced through the locks of every cell door in sight.

Metal screeched. Doors flew from their frames, falling to the ground one by one.

Alen caught a glimpse of her in motion, graceful, unstoppable, almost inhuman. Flames still burned at his fingertips, but he found himself slowing for a heartbeat, simply to watch.

He quickly shook off the thought and launched more fireballs toward the reinforcements rushing in. The hall filled with heat and chaos, smoke rising as spells collided. Beatrix moved effortlessly through it all, cutting down the last remaining cell doors until the corridor was completely open.

“All of you!” Beatrix shouted. Her voice carried over the roar of fire and alarms. “This is your chance, your breakout! Get out of here and head for the Underside! There’s someone there who can cure you, someone who can help! Go now! This is your only chance for freedom!”

For a brief second, silence followed her words.

Then, one by one, the prisoners began to step out. The desperation in their eyes shifted into disbelief, then hope.

They rushed forward, some limping, some half-crawling, but all determined to escape. The corridor filled with motion as they headed toward the reception area, guided by Beatrix’s voice and Alen’s fiery trail clearing the path.

Among them was the same man who had spoken to Beatrix earlier. He stopped briefly as he passed her, his eyes wide and wet with tears.

“I never thought… this would happen,” he said, his voice trembling. “Thank you… thank you so much.”

Beatrix met his gaze and smiled faintly. “Don’t thank me yet. Get them all to the Underside. If you do that, I promise, you’ll find help waiting for you there.”

The man nodded hard. “I will. I promise,” he said before running off to join the others.

But as Beatrix looked around, her expression hardened. Not everyone was moving.

Some prisoners remained in their cells, those too weak to stand, too far gone to respond. A few lay curled in corners, trembling, others lay motionless on the ground. Some stared blankly into space, trapped in a daze, unresponsive to sound or touch.

“I have to get them out of here,” Beatrix said under her breath.

Closing her eyes, she lifted her staff. The ground beneath her began to tremble as Qi surged through her body. The walls groaned, bending and shifting under her command. The very structure of the building began to change, stone and steel reshaping like soft clay.

Alen stepped back, shielding his face as dust and debris filled the air.

When Beatrix opened her eyes again, a wide staircase had formed, spiraling upward from the second floor all the way to the surface. A direct path to freedom.

There was no longer any point in hiding what they were doing. The entire facility already knew.

Without hesitation, Beatrix dashed forward. She moved through the hall, gathering the unconscious prisoners with astonishing speed. Her strength defied logic, lifting multiple people at once, carrying them under her arms, across her shoulders, and even by her fingertips as if they weighed nothing.

Alen stared in awe. “You… really are incredible,” he said quietly.

Beatrix didn’t slow down. She carried the last of them toward the new staircase when Alen suddenly froze. His senses flared.

Down the corridor, the temperature dropped.

The sound of crackling fire was replaced by a calm, steady voice.

“Well now,” the figure at the end of the hall said, stepping into view. His robes shimmered with golden embroidery, the insignia of the Cerebus Guild clearly visible across his chest. “It looks like I’ve found you.”

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