Magus Supremacy Nove Chapter 900: Mission: A Monster

Chapter 900: Mission: A Monster

Chapter 900

"Monster! A full-blown Devil! An Anomaly! A crazy, reckless fool... That’s what you are! DAMNNNN!" Amir completely lost his composure, his scream tearing through the sudden silence.

All around them, for a radius of fifteen tres, there was only utter carnage.

Ancient trees had been violently uprooted from their bases and blasted in multiple directions like re twigs.

The ground was now transford into an imnsely wide, deep hollow that stretched out in a jagged circle.

The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of burnt leaves and... dust?

Deep, scorched grooves snaked through the earth for several tres beyond the impact zone.

Half the forest had been effectively erased, the lush greenery reduced to drifting ash.

And Grey?

Grey was on his knees, panting incredulously.

He was wheezing hard, his fingers gripping his chest in sharp pain.

Beads of sweat trickled down his pale face, joining a solitary drop of blood rolling from his nose.

He looked like a ghost of himself.

’Fuck, fuck, fuck. All my mana is gone in an instant.’

"Why did you do that?! I already told you to take your freaking ti!" Amir shouted, rushing forward in a state of sheer worry.

Grey wheezed again, grimacing in agony before slowly lifting his head.

A triumphant, terrifying smile spread across his face.

He grabbed his hair and threw his head back in a maniacal laughter that seed to shake the very earth beneath them.

This display stunned Amir, who halted his steps imdiately, watching the young mage laugh like a total lunatic.

"Incredible... beautiful. Hahahaha... again, again, again!" Grey scread like an excited child, dragging himself up to his full height despite his trembling limbs.

"What do you a—"

Before Amir could finish his sentence, a sword materialized instantly in Grey’s hands.

Raw mana flooded his body from the cold steel, replenishing his hollowed reserves.

Then, the blade vanished from view just as quickly as it had appeared.

Looking at Amir, whose eyes were now filled with a sudden, mounting dread, Grey smirked.

"Magus Dominion."

BOOOOM—!

***

Weeks had passed since Grey first committed himself to mastering the domain.

Though he could successfully summon one, the primary issue remained: he was unable to maintain the activation for long.

Whenever the field deactivated, he was left utterly breathless and drained.

Consequently, he dedicated two whole weeks solely to maximizing his active duration while minimizing the mana cost.

Every single day without fail, Grey remained deep in the forest, calling upon his domain again and again while the world bore the brunt of his destructive potential.

Amir had departed a day ago to handle a specific task the Supre Magus had requested.

...

In a vastly different location, Amir sat in an office, a tired, haunted look etched into his features.

"What a fool."

Knock—! Knock—!

"Captain?"

Amir sighed, leaning back.

"Co in."

Imdiately, the door swung open and seven people walked in... seven young individuals who didn’t look much older than nineteen, though one of them was clearly more mature than the rest—likely in his early twenties.

"You called us?" the oldest among them inquired, his voice low.

Amir nodded, a weary sigh escaping him.

"It’s an urgent mission. I know that you all haven’t worked together as a cohesive unit for so months now, but this situation requires every hand on deck."

The oldest tilted his head, his presence filling the room.

Standing at 6’2