Magus Supremacy - Chapter 687
Chapter 687: Can’t Tame Him!
CHAPTER 687
“Hmm.” Grey mused as he hovered midair, eyes narrowed while staring into the distance with his arms folded across his chest.
‘He hasn’t landed yet. Did he slip into one of those shadow portals again? Or did he actually flee?’
Closing his eyes, Grey inhaled deeply.
His head rotated slowly from side to side, senses expanding outward as though he was feeling the world itself rather than seeing it.
A faint curve tugged at his lips.
“Looks like Noir is finished dealing with the army. That’s reassuring.”
Opening his eyes, Grey scanned the terrain once more, wind humming softly around his body.
“What? Did you really escape or what?” he roared into the sky, veins standing out on his neck. “Show yourself! I still need to take revenge for Vanessa and Millie!”
His voice rippled through the atmosphere, shaking the air as his fists clenched tightly, raw fury spilling outward.
“Me? Escape?” a calm voice replied. “How ridiculous of you to assume that.”
Grey spun instantly.
Z5 stood there, his cracked mask finally giving way. Fragments fell apart like brittle snow, revealing a face twisted by rage and arrogance.
Green eyes glared forward, sharp and cold. His frown looked permanent, as though bitterness had sculpted his features long ago.
“Where have you been hiding?” Grey demanded. “I was starting to think you ran.”
Z5 exhaled slowly, shoulders rising before settling.
“You don’t know me,” he replied evenly.
“You don’t understand what the Otherworlders are capable of. You have no idea how vast our threat truly is.”
“Do you even know who I am?” Grey cut in sharply, then clicked his tongue.
“Actually, forget it. I’m not interested in pointless speeches.”
His eyes hardened.
“People are waiting for this fight to continue. More importantly, they’re waiting for your death. I won’t keep them disappointed, so let’s proceed.”
Z5’s lips curled upward as a shadow spread across the mountaintop.
From within it emerged a figure so unremarkable that it almost felt wrong, as if the world itself wanted to forget his presence.
“We will,” Z5 replied calmly. “But first, I need you restrained in one place.”
His grin widened.
Without hesitation, he clenched his hand and pointed directly at Grey. The Supreme Magus raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering briefly.
Before he could respond, a shadow portal bloomed beneath him, swallowing him whole in an instant.
Z5’s gaze lingered on the empty space where Grey had hovered moments earlier. Then he looked down at the mage who had risen from the shadows.
“Even though he’s inside my shadow storage,” Z5 explained, pointing upward, “he still occupies that exact location.”
The mage nodded solemnly.
“Focus and seal his abilities,” Z5 continued coldly. “Lock his magic completely. I want him powerless when I end him. Understood?”
The mage shut his eyes immediately.
One arm stretched forward while two fingers of the other pressed against his temple.
His brows furrowed as he strained, searching for Grey’s signature, attempting to anchor and suppress it.
Z5 turned away, breathing steadily.
‘In the meantime, let me recover. I got a potion that will heal my injuries and… I don’t know what he did to my hand, but I hope it heals it.’
Without saying anything, shadows swirled around the top of his palm before a small vial with blue liquid in it appeared.
Wasting no time, he uncorked the vial and began downing its contents, warmth spreading through him as his body started knitting itself back together.
***
“Hmm.”
Grey mused as he stared at his surroundings.
He stood within a space where darkness stretched endlessly, swallowing everything in a boundless sea of black.
There was no sky, no ground, no visible boundary, just an infinite void that felt heavy and suffocating.
Yet, despite the overwhelming darkness, he could still see clearly.
What troubled him more was the absence of any detectable presence.
No hostile intent. No lingering signatures.
Nothing that suggested another army was lurking nearby, which meant this place was not a battlefield at all.
Grey did not appear frightened in the slightest. His expression remained calm, almost bored, while a faint smirk lingered on his lips as his eyes swept across the void.
“But seriously,” he muttered, amusement lacing his tone.
“How foolish can some people be? He really thinks a place like this can hold m…”
His words cut off abruptly.
Grey’s brows knitted together as irritation flared within him.
‘Oh. I see.’
The smirk returned, sharper this time, as his gaze locked forward as though he was staring at something invisible.
“The mage he brought along,” he said slowly, “is the same one who sealed my magic back then. So that’s their plan again.”
He placed a hand against his chest, fingers digging in as his mana core began vibrating violently, reacting to an external force trying to bind it.
Grey shut his eyes briefly, focusing inward.
Raw mana surged through him, dense and unrestrained, flooding every pathway in his body.
Even after minutes of intense combat, his reserves were far from depleted. If anything, they felt fuller, heavier, as though something dormant was awakening.
As his eyes remained closed, flashes of images flooded his mind.
Memories.
Yet they were not his.
They belonged to someone else.
A strange sensation crept through him, like a hidden consciousness stirring beneath the surface.
But it was not an intruder.
The feeling originated from deep within, from the affinity sea of his soul.
His fifth affinity.
The black mass floating within the raging storm trembled violently, pulsing as if desperately trying to communicate with him, urging him toward action.
Unconsciously, Grey responded.
His posture shifted, confidence radiating from him as his smile widened beyond restraint.
***
Outside, Z5 had just finished consuming the potion.
His wounds had closed and his battered body felt restored, yet his missing hand remained absent.
‘What did Grey do to me?’ he wondered, staring at the empty space where his hand should have been.
‘Why can’t it regenerate? It’s as if it never existed.’
A chill crept up his spine.
‘Is this related to his fifth affinity?’
His thoughts spiraled.
Blinking through space, erasing distance, folding reality around himself. What kind of abilities were those? What exactly was Grey wielding?
Z5 frowned deeply and shifted his attention to the mage below.
His expression darkened further at what he saw.
The mage still had his eyes shut, but his condition had worsened.
His face was twisted in visible strain, sweat pouring down in thick streams.
His entire body shook uncontrollably, hands trembling as he desperately tried to maintain the seal.
Blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.
“Hey!” Z5 barked.
“What’s happening? Wh… why are you shaking like that? Why hasn’t his magic been sealed yet?”
The mage did not answer immediately.
His breathing became labored, sweat soaking his clothes completely.
“H… he…” the mage stammered, voice breaking.
“I can’t! His aura, his mana, his magic, it’s expanding. It’s growing too fast. I can’t tame him. I can’t. He’s too…”
***
Within the shadow realm, Grey’s smirk deepened.
He raised his hand calmly and sliced through the air in front of him with a single, decisive motion.
“Dimensional Slash.”