The Real Dark Magus

In the Light faction, inside one of the many inns in the city, a group sat around a table, having just finished a meal.

There was an odd atmosphere as they drank their drinks, not a single person had said a word even during the meal. While the rest of the place was lively and filled with rowdy customers.

Marcus, the head of the group, lifted his large glass of beer and finished it with a big gulp, wiping away the foam from his mouth. He stared at the hanging heads that were in front of him.

"I think I might be starting to prefer Pagna's beer to what I have back home, although maybe I'm just forgetting the taste," Marcus said. "It has been a long time since then, it would be nice to ask him as well, what he thought."

However, his comment didn't get a reply, which bothered him as he looked at the faces of his special squad from Alter. A squad that had been together for over a year now.