Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 463: Noxarian Faction!

Chapter 463: Noxarian Faction!

Chapter 463

As the last man stepped through the swirling gateway, a wave of cold air rushed against Grey’s hood, carrying with it the faint scent of iron and smoke.

Beyond the portal stretched a large adow of grass swaying gently in the wind, its blades dancing in soft waves as far as the eye could see.

The ground here felt untouched by ti, yet a faint chill hung in the air as though the land itself was watching.

Two n stood on either side of the portal, arms crossed and postures sharp, as though their presence alone was a barrier.

"Welco back," one of the n casually greeted. Da only flashed a small smile at them before moving on.

Grey, ever curious, noticed more portals nearby. Two additional shimring gateways stood not far apart, making three in total within this expansive adow. Each pulsed faintly with energy, their edges rippling like liquid mirrors.

Warriors moved in and out with steady rhythm, paying fees to the guards stationed at each portal before vanishing inside with their groups.

Grey caught snippets of hushed conversations, the clinking of coins, and the faint crackle of unstable energy seeping from the portals.

"Let’s go," Da muttered. He scanned the area quickly, then placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled sharply.

Almost instantly, a carriage rolled forward, drawn by sturdy horses whose hooves clattered against the packed earth. The driver, cloaked in faded brown, gripped the reins firmly as though he had long grown used to ferrying dangerous passengers.

One by one, everyone trickled into the carriage. Though it looked far too small at first glance, the inside stretched unnaturally, accommodating them all with surprising ease. Soon enough, the carriage rattled onto the road, leaving the adow and its portals behind.

They passed a cluster of small buildings draped with purplish banners. Each banner bore the emblem of a pitch-black iris staring outward like an unblinking eye. The sight of it drew Grey’s attention, his gaze lingering.

Noticing this, Da spoke up. "That’s the symbol of the Watcher’s Clan. A minor group within the Noxarian faction. Surprisingly, they aren’t under any major clan’s authority."

Grey gave a brief nod as the carriage rolled through a gate and entered broader streets. Their pace was steady, yet Grey leaned back, uninterested in the scenery. With arms crossed, he studied his companions, his mind far from the noise of hooves and wheels.

’I need to ditate more,’ he thought, shutting his eyes. Ki swirled within him, pushing against the barrier of his current limit.

’I have an idea for this book. I’ve hit a standstill in my magic, a complete stop in my martial arts and Ki training. But I think I know a way forward—crafting. If I can forge powerful tools and weapons for myself and future allies, my strength will rise. Crafting will open doors.’

As he ditated, mana from the air flowed into him unconsciously, slipping into his body with ease. He noticed, yet chose not to resist it.

’I also need to repay Da for getting

this book and a place to crash. Sir Yami said the Noxarian faction was ruthless and unwelcoming, yet Da... he’s different. Or maybe I’ve only seen one side. Tch. I haven’t even t them all. I need to keep calm and tread carefully.’

"We are here!" Da announced suddenly, breaking Grey’s thoughts.

Grey’s eyes snapped open as the carriage rolled into a small town. Despite its size, the place pulsed with life. Crowds filled the streets—so with bright smiles, others with grim expressions. Many carried weapons, walking with deliberate caution and confidence.

The carriage slowed to a halt, and everyone began to step out. Grey followed, raising a brow as his gaze swept across the town.

A pitch-black banner caught his attention. Upon it was the image of a colossal fist crashing down from the heavens, striking the earth with such force that cracks and craters spiderwebbed beneath it. The emblem seed to radiate an unspoken pressure, as though warning all who saw it.

"Welco fully to the Noxarian faction. Though the major clans are quite far away, this is just a small town where I usually have a little fun," Da explained, thinking he needed to give so context. Honestly, Grey couldn’t care less.

They began walking, and so of the residents, upon seeing Da, greeted him warmly with smiles on their faces as if he was soone familiar and well-liked.

They passed a few stalls that displayed a variety of goods—pills stacked neatly in jars, robes of different colors hanging in rows, glittering accessories placed on soft fabrics, baskets of fruits glistening under the sunlight, and many other small items that gave the market a lively charm. The air slled faintly of roasted at mixed with the sweet tang of freshly cut fruits.

Da casually strolled over to the stall selling fruits. Without hesitation, he picked up a shiny red apple and swiped it into his hand. He didn’t even look back as he walked away, while the stall owner only smiled at him as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Grey frowned at the young man, his eyes narrowing in slight disapproval.

"Oh wait!" Da shouted when he noticed the Supre Magus staring at him. "I didn’t steal it. I’ll pay later, I swear. He knows

already. In fact, everybody in this town knows , and that’s why I won’t steal or swindle people who are just trying to make ends et."

"K." Grey simply muttered before turning around and continuing forward without further interest.

’It’s like I’m invisible here,’ Thalos thought with a scoff as he followed along.

"Uhm, Da. I’ll be heading back to the clan now. You got this," Talon said with a thumbs up before turning away.

"Yeah,

too," Bray added before walking off, leaving only the last companion with Da, along with the duo of strangers.

"Clan? Which clan are you from?" Grey asked, raising an eyebrow as they walked.

"If I told you, would you tell

who you really are instead of hiding behind a hood?" Da countered with the sa raised brow.

"Fair enough," Grey clicked his tongue in mild amusent.

Soon enough, they arrived in front of a small building that resembled an inn. The wooden sign hanging above the door swung gently in the breeze, creaking as if it had been there for years. Lamps hung by the entrance, faintly glowing even though the daylight still lingered.

Inside, the air slled faintly of old wood and polished floors. The atmosphere was warm and sowhat cozy, with a few tables arranged near the side for patrons.

Da walked to the receptionist and flashed her a confident smile.

"Oh, Da, it’s you," the woman greeted warmly, returning his smile.

"Hey, my love," Da grinned. "Can I get a room for two? They’ll be staying for a week."

"Sure." The receptionist quickly jotted sothing down in her ledger before holding out her palm.

Da sighed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a single gold coin, dropping it into her hand.

"Great. Here is your room key," the woman said as she passed it to him.

"Thank you." Da took the key, gave her another grin, and walked off.

Grey and Thalos both sighed in unison before following his lead. Finnor—Finn for short—trailed behind them quietly, keeping to the rear as the group made their way toward Grey and Thalos’ new room.