Marvel's master of cosmic magic-Chapter 841

"Intruders! Intruders in the inner chamber!"

The alarm tore through the base of the Eye of the Midnight Sun.

High-ranking members rushed toward the sealed stone chamber—the heart of their plan, the altar that held their hope for the elves’ resurrection.

They burst through the doors.

And froze.

Rowan sat casually atop the stone slab.

Lumiere and Secre stood beside him.

The magic stones were gone.

"You vermin!" roared a tall mage with wild, leonine features. "You dare steal the stones?"

Red mana surged around his arm.

"Beast Magic: Bear’s Claw!"

A massive spectral paw crashed toward them.

Rowan didn’t move.

"Above captain-class output," he noted calmly.

Before the attack could land, three radiant pillars of light descended.

"Light Magic: Pillars of Divine Radiance."

The blow shattered against the barrier.

Lumiere lowered his hand, eyes fixed on the attacker.

"...Vetto?"

The lion-like mage stiffened.

"You know that name?"

Lumiere stepped forward.

"It’s me. Lumiere."

He dispelled his transformation magic.

Recognition flashed across Vetto’s face—

Then pure hatred.

"You butcher!" he roared.

Dark mana erupted from his body.

A third eye opened on his forehead.

"Forbidden Magic: Evil Eye!"

His power spiked violently.

"Beast Magic: Roaring Impact!"

The blast he unleashed was leagues stronger than before.

Behind him, two more stepped forward—each bearing the same third eye.

Fana.

Rhya.

"Kill him!" one of them shouted.

Spells of every element filled the chamber, converging on Lumiere in a storm.

Rowan exhaled.

"No point explaining yet. Subdue them first."

Lumiere nodded once.

His grimoire turned.

"Mana Zone: Glory of Avior’s Light."

Countless radiant orbs ignited above him.

Every incoming spell dissolved into nothing.

"Light Magic: Binding Radiance."

Chains of light shot outward, ensnaring every mage in the room. Mana was sealed instantly.

The three members of the Third Eye strained against the bindings.

Nothing.

They had surpassed their former strength through reincarnation and forbidden magic.

It didn’t matter.

Lumiere was no longer the man they remembered.

Dragon Force had pushed him beyond his former peak.

"Vetto. Rhya. Fana," Lumiere said softly. "It’s been a long time."

There was no warmth in their eyes.

"Still lying?" Vetto spat. "Even death was part of your scheme, wasn’t it?"

Lumiere’s voice tightened.

"The true culprit five hundred years ago was the Word Devil. I failed to arrive in time. I failed to save Licht. I failed to save my sister. But I did not betray you."

"Enough!" Fana snapped. "You think we’re fools? Light magic slaughtered our people. Sealing tools bore your craftsmanship. And now you want to blame a devil from a fairy tale?"

Lumiere turned to Rhya.

"You can detect lies. You know I’m telling the truth."

Rhya’s eyes narrowed.

"My ability says you believe what you’re saying," he admitted quietly. "It also told me you once shared our ideals. That didn’t stop our massacre."

He looked away.

"Either you found a way to deceive even me... or truth doesn’t matter anymore."

Secre stepped forward.

"If the prince were guilty, you would already be dead."

Fana laughed coldly. "Or he wants information. Perhaps he wants to confirm whether our leader truly is Licht."

Lumiere opened his mouth—

Then closed it.

Rowan sighed.

"This is going nowhere."

He stepped in front of Rhya and placed a hand on his head.

Light resistance flared—mental safeguards woven into memory.

Rowan brushed past them effortlessly.

Moments later, he withdrew.

"Well," he said mildly, "that’s unexpected."

Lumiere’s eyes sharpened. "Is it Licht?"

Rowan shook his head.

"No. It’s Patry."

The name hit like a stone.

Rowan spoke calmly.

Patry had idolized Licht five centuries ago. He had awakened inside the body of William Vangeance—the captain of the Golden Dawn—over a decade ago.

Believing Licht had entrusted him with forbidden reincarnation magic, Patry assumed the role of "Licht" and founded the Eye of the Midnight Sun.

He sought vengeance. Resurrection. Justice for the elves.

Using forbidden magic and carefully selected human vessels, he revived Vetto, Rhya, Fana, and others.

But his power alone was insufficient to restore all elves.

He needed the magic stones.

With them, he could complete the reincarnation ritual. He could open the Shadow Palace—a space bridging the human world and the underworld—and eliminate the side effects of reincarnation.

And, as a final step—

If all stones were gathered within the Shadow Palace—

The seal on the Word Devil would break.

Lumiere’s hands clenched.

"So this was his plan all along."

Nine truths wrapped around one lie.

The stones truly could restore the elves.

The Shadow Palace truly could stabilize their forms.

And Licht truly could return.

But so would the Word Devil.

"That devil..." Lumiere’s voice shook, rare anger surfacing. "He manipulated their grief."

Vetto and the others stared in silence, hatred still burning in their eyes.

No explanation would move them.

Rowan tilted his head.

"You’re overcomplicating this."

Lumiere looked at him.

"If restoring Licht means releasing the Word Devil, I can’t allow it. I won’t risk the world."

Rowan blinked.

"Why not?"

"...What?"

"If the Word Devil descends," Rowan said simply, "we kill him."

Silence.

Lumiere stared.

Rowan shrugged.

"You regain your friend. The elves are restored. And the devil responsible finally dies properly. Everyone wins."

The logic was blunt.

Brutal.

But clean.

Lumiere’s mind, tangled in caution and guilt, began to untwist.

He was no longer alone.

He was stronger than ever.

The Black Dragons—formerly the Black Bulls—had become monsters in their own right.

The current Wizard King was formidable.

And Rowan...

Rowan was a variable even Lumiere couldn’t fully measure.

Why fear the devil’s arrival—

When they could end him?

Slowly, a fierce light returned to Lumiere’s eyes.

"Yes," he said quietly.

"If he comes... we destroy him."