CHAPTER 47: MAGMA MAGIC – END OF THE STORM

Kai and his squad clash with a powerful enemy force inside a frozen chamber. Facing off against Captain Glyn, a formidable ice mage, Kai unleashes his Overdrive and defeats him in a brutal final clash of lightning and ice.

While Kai fought deep within the treasure chamber...

Another clash unfolded near the dungeon's exit.

A group of enemies, led by a Stone Magic user, charged toward the gate. Their footsteps thundered across the stone floor—desperate to escape with stolen treasure. But they were not alone.

A voice rang out, calm yet laced with heat.

"Zeran. It's just rude to leave without a proper farewell."

Zeran Drake stepped into the corridor, his coat billowing, his squad flanking him. The enemies froze as the narrow passage lit up in a soft crimson hue—embers drifting through the air like ash.

"You were trying to escape before we gave you our hospitality?" Zeran smirked, cracking his knuckles as flames began to pulse along his arms.

Without hesitation, Zeran's team launched into combat, clashing with the side enemies.

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Meanwhile…

Magna faced off with a more formidable enemy—Rook, a lean wind-user with sharp eyes and faster feet. Beside Rook stood their leader: Gravon, the Stone Magic Captain, his skin gleaming like polished granite.

Gravon grunted, "You fire users always burn hot… but then you burn out."

Zeran stepped forward, his body blazing with fire.

"Then let me show you how long I can burn."

Zeran: "Flame Magic – Red Impact!"

His fiery fist collided with Gravon's stone-clad forearm. Sparks flew. Cracks split the ground beneath them. The shockwaves rippled like thunder in the narrow hall.

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Magna summoned his Fiery Phoenix. Its wings flared wide, flames licking the air, the bird's screech deafening. The heat was oppressive, the entire room bathed in a fiery glow as it soared toward Rook with intense speed.

Rook responded in an instant, his hands raised.

"Wind Magic: Hurricane Wall!"

A spiraling gale shot forward, meeting the phoenix head-on. The force of the wind clashed with the flames, dispersing the fiery wings in a blinding flash of light and smoke.

But before Rook could celebrate, Magna's voice cut through the air.

"Fire Magic: Flame Spear!"

A long, jagged spear of fire shot forward, piercing the smoke. Rook barely dodged, but the spear grazed his side, leaving a scorch mark. His wind barrier flickered, barely maintaining its shape.

Rook narrowed his eyes, launching a Gale Slash—thin crescent blades of wind that sliced through the air, cutting across Magna's chest and arms. Blood trickled down, but Magna stood firm, never flinching.

"Is that all you've got?" Magna grinned, his voice thick with challenge.

Without missing a beat, he spun, conjuring a Fire Vortex that roared to life around him, drawing the wind slashes in and compressing them into a swirl of chaotic energy. The vortex expanded rapidly, engulfing the battlefield.

Rook, forced to move, quickly created another wind shield.

"Wind Magic: Wind Disk!"

The spinning, razor-sharp disks shot out, targeting Magna with deadly accuracy. One disk slammed into Magna's chest, knocking him back with a violent crack of force. Smoke billowed around him.

Rook looked on with a slight smirk, his eyes scanning the smoke. "Is he down?"

But the smoke parted, and from within, a pillar of flames erupted, soaring high.

Zeran, caught in his own skirmish, saw it mid-fight and grinned.

"He's just getting started."

Rook froze, his expression hardening as he circled above, his wind magic swirling around him like a storm. He began to build a localized hurricane, trying to blind and bind Magna within its grasp.

"Wind Magic: Hurricane Zone!"

The swirling winds became violent, pushing Magna back, whipping debris into the air. The storm roared, deafening, obscuring vision, and pulling everything toward the heart of the tempest. Magna could barely stand against the force of the wind as his clothes ripped and burned from the constant friction.

Rook hovered above the storm, watching, waiting. He formed a geometric shape in the air—a glowing cube that hummed with power.

"Wind Magic: Wind Compress!"

A massive, cube-shaped pressure zone descended on Magna like an unseen hand, pushing down on him with relentless force. Magna's knees buckled, his muscles straining under the crushing weight.

Magna gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face. "Guess... it's time..." he muttered, barely audible beneath the roar of the storm.

Suddenly, the air around him exploded with heat. Flames crackled along his spine as his body ignited entirely, becoming a living inferno. The fire surged outward in a tidal wave, the storm's winds unable to slow it.

Rook's eyes widened in shock.

"What—?"

Before Rook could even react, Magna vanished from sight, his body becoming a streak of fire.

BOOM!

Magna appeared right in front of Rook, his fist slamming into Rook's ribs with the force of an erupting volcano.

Rook was sent flying across the dungeon like a cannonball, his body crashing into the stone wall with a sickening thud. He coughed up blood, his breath ragged as he struggled to get up.

"Damn it…" he muttered, trying to regain his bearings.

Gravon, still focused on his own battle, glanced back in concern. "Rook!"

Zeran, seeing the moment of weakness, shouted, "Don't look away!"

"Flame Magic: Flame Burst!"

Magna raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a burst of concentrated flame shot forward, exploding in front of Gravon, who barely raised a Stone Wall to block the attack. The explosion rattled the ground, but cracks formed in the wall, threatening to break.

Rook staggered to his feet, his mind spinning. "How... how did his power spike that fast?"

Magna stood tall, his expression calm but filled with wrath. His fists were now glowing a brilliant, fiery red.

"Magma Magic: Lava Rainfall."

With a roar, glowing drops of molten lava began to fall from above like flaming meteors, their impact shattering the stone floor beneath them. Each drop left behind pools of searing lava that threatened to consume everything in their path.

Rook scrambled to raise a barrier, his hands shaking with fatigue.

"Wind Magic: Cyclone Shield!"

A massive barrier of wind formed in front of him, but it was too slow, too weak. The first few lava drops struck it, cracking the shield open.

At the last moment, Magna clenched his fist—the lava froze mid-air, then flowed into his palm. He stepped forward, lava swirling around his arm. "End of the storm." BAM! A final, lava-infused punch cracked the air, knocking Rook out cold.

The impact shook the dungeon, the air crackling with heat as Rook was sent flying, his body crumpling against the wall.

Magna stood over him, his breathing slow but steady, his body still aflame. He looked down at Rook, his face impassive. "You fought well, but you're finished."

Zeran's teammate, the healer, rushed to Magna's side, already starting recovery magic over his burns and cuts. Magna's body was covered in scorch marks, his muscles aching from the fight, but his victory was undeniable.

Rook, unconscious, lay crumpled against the wall, defeated.

Zeran grinned, watching the scene unfold.

"Good job, Magna."