SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 659 War Momentum

5th Realm... 9 Realms Association Stronghold...

After a month of hard work in the blue planet, the spies gone with Alaric came back to report.

A thick fog coiled around the towering spires of the Nine Realms Association Hall, where Jason Mama sat in his grand chamber, the dim candle light flickering across his stern face.

He listened to the report being delivered by the returning spies.

Before him stood Alaric, the Supreme Wand Magus and head of the Blue Planet Wizard Association. Beside him were three spies—cloaked, hooded figures who bore the weight of failure in their bent postures. Their eyes barely met Jason's gaze, shadows of anxiety lingering behind them.

Jason leaned forward, piercing eyes fixed on the lead spy. "A month, I gave you a fucking month, Alaric. A full cycle to track Madam Clark. And yet, here we are... empty-handed." He roared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Alaric nodded solemnly, his tone measured yet apologetic. "We have combed every known hideout and used my personal spies also. From the Frosted Highlands to the Blackthorn Forest. No trace of her. It's as if she didn't exist on the Blue Planet."

Jason's brows furrowed, his frustration barely contained. " Dob you mean Vanished? Madam Clark doesn't just vanish. She's more clever than we all expected. If you have nothing to show but excuses, then perhaps I put my faith in the wrong magus."

"Forgive us, my lord," the lead spy interjected, taking a cautious step forward. His voice trembled slightly, betraying his nerves. "Though we failed to locate Madam Clark directly, we did uncover... something strange."

Jason's gaze sharpened. "Strange? I have no use for strange unless it leads to her capture. Speak. Quickly."

The spy swallowed hard, nodding. "While searching the eastern reaches, we observed unusual activity near the Divine Deity Sect's island. Typically, the sect's gates remain heavily guarded, and they rarely permit outsiders. But for the past month, a steady stream of people has been entering their territory."

Jason's fingers halted their tapping. "And? People visit sects all the time. What makes this significant?"

"The people only went in but they were not coming back, my lord. At least, not even 10th of them. Of the thousands that went in, less than ten percent have emerged."

The chamber fell into an eerie silence. Jason's eyes narrowed, his mind racing through possibilities. "And those who did return? Did you question them?"

The second spy, a slender woman with piercing grey eyes, spoke up. "We tried. Those who returned seemed... different. Distant. They refused to speak of their experiences on the island. Some even tried to attack."

Madam Clark leaned back, her golden eyes glinting beneath the silk veil that partially obscured her face.

"The Supreme Sword Magus, Elarin, is guarding the sect's entrance personally. Do you doubt his strength? He alone is enough to handle any intruder."

A low murmur rippled through the room. The leader of the Dagger Faction, an enigmatic man whose eyes shimmered with ancient runes, raised an eyebrow.

"Elarin's strength is unquestionable, but even he cannot fight spies from all directions. The Nine Realms Association has spies everywhere. This—"

"Is under control," Madam Clark interrupted, her tone smooth but firm. "The soldiers are here for a reason. Do you forget what lies ahead of us?"

A silence followed her words. Finally, the youngest of the leaders, head of the mace Faction, shifted in his seat uneasily. His wolf-like eyes glimmered with doubt. "We understand your ambition, Madam Clark. But this war... it risks too much. The Nine Realms Association is not to be trifled with. Jason Mama alone—"

"Jason Mama," Madam Clark cut in coldly, "will burn, just like the rest of them."

The icy finality in her voice sent a chill across the chamber. She rose to her feet, the lantern light reflecting off the intricate silver threads woven into her midnight robes.

"Forty-five days. That is all I ask. In forty-five days, my son Kent will return from the spirit world. When he does, we begin our war. The Nine Realms will fall one by one, starting with the Seventh Realm. Jason Mama and my husband, Ryon Lionheart, will be the first to die."

The room fell deathly silent. Even the most skeptical of the faction leaders could not meet her gaze. The mace Faction leader swallowed hard. "And if Kent does not return?"

Madam Clark's eyes narrowed, her voice soft but seething with power. "He will. My son never fails. Even if he doesn't, we won't stop. We didn't start this war to stop midway."

The Sword Faction leader nodded reluctantly. "Then let us begin preparations."

As the leaders departed the grand hall one by one, whispers of war echoed through the corridors of the Divine Deity Sect. The wheels of fate had begun to turn, and with each passing day, the flames of conflict grew hotter, ready to consume the Nine Realms in a firestorm of vengeance and ambition.

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