Magus Supremacy - Chapter 736
Capítulo 736: Memories of the Past (1)
CHAPTER 736
“I could remember that day vividly, as if it was yesterday. Because that was the day things changed between two brothers.”
Yami paused as he glanced at Grey, whose ears perked up as he waited to listen for more.
The rain outside grew more intense, the downpour now louder than their voices.
Pellets of tears from the clouds clinked against the roof like dozens of tiny footsteps running above them.
Occasional wind seeped in through the windows, sending a small chill down their bodies as Yami grabbed his drink and sipped it gently, careful not to exhaust it too quickly.
“It was on a rainy night like this when I came to the decision to do something outrageous,” he continued quietly.
“Escape the confinement of the Cromwell family.”
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A FEW YEARS AGO
Young Yami could be seen behind bars in the underground dungeon of the Cromwell family.
His fierce eyes pierced through the darkness of the room, unyielding despite his condition.
Footsteps echoed from a distance.
He turned his head toward the sound, his gaze landing on a young Azrael heading his way with a plate of food in his hands.
“Good evening, brother.”
Tak. Tak. Tak!
The footsteps stopped directly in front of Yami’s cell as a bunch of keys jingled softly around Azrael’s waist.
“A lowly guard was supposed to bring your food,” Azrael said calmly, “but I refused. I can’t have my elder brother being served by a mere guard.”
A grin crept onto the young man’s face as he pulled the bunch of keys out and began unlocking the cell door.
“Besides, we both know how powerful and skilled you are. No guard can currently match your prowess, so I opted to come deliver the food myself.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“We can’t have you escaping now, can we?”
The door opened, and Azrael swiftly stepped into the prison cell before Yami could even react.
Not like he could truly do anything in his current state.
The dim light from outside spilled into the room, revealing a beaten and bloodied Yami.
He looked frail. His body was thin, almost skeletal, as though he stood on the brink of collapse.
But the fire in his eyes still burned bright as he stared straight at Azrael.
“Here you go, brother,” Azrael said, stretching the tray of food toward him.
“I made sure to supervise them while they were preparing it. I made sure they made it the way Mum used to.”
Yami hissed softly.
His fierce eyes drifted from his younger brother to the slightly open door behind him as he began contemplating something.
Noticing the direction of his gaze, Azrael grinned and then mischievously stepped aside, fully clearing the path.
“Come on,” he said lightly. “Give it a shot.”
Yami briefly glanced at his brother.
He didn’t say a word. He already knew what Azrael was planning with that opening.
On a normal day, he would have proceeded with caution.
But who cared about caution when he was treated like a prisoner by his own family?
Fuck caution.
With that, Yami curled his hands into fists, his teeth grinding back and forth as he steeled himself.
Without hesitation, the twenty year old man darted toward the open door, ready to find his way out of this hellhole no matter what.
“Even though I stepped aside, I can’t just watch you escape,” Azrael said calmly.
“Now can I?”
Yami didn’t glance back as he felt his shoulder gripped tightly by the nineteen year old Azrael, stopping him dead in his tracks.
For the first time since their interactions began, Yami finally barked.
“Let me go, Azrael! I don’t want to fight you.”
A devilish grin crept onto his younger brother’s face.
“But I want to.”
With that, the wind swooshed violently around them.
Yami was forcefully pulled backward, and the next second, he was hurled across the room.
Due to his weakened state, his body flew like a ragdoll before colliding with his small bed, splintering it apart under his weight.
Saliva shot out of his mouth as he groaned in pain.
“How many times do we have to do this for you to understand?” Azrael hissed angrily as he stomped forward and yanked Yami by the hair.
“There’s no escaping here. Either we duel to the death like father asked, or you rot here until death while I take the throne.”
With his face scrunched up in pain, Yami spat,
“I already forfeited my rights to the throne. I have no interest in it. We both know that if we fight, you will die. I can’t kill my younger brother.”
Azrael tilted his head, his brows flaring in confusion.
“Who says I will be the one dying?”
“We both know that’s a fact!”
“And I repeat, by who?!” Azrael clapped back in pure rage and annoyance.
His Ki began to seep out as he glared down at his older brother beneath him, the pressure thickening the air.
“Nine years ago, I would have said I would be the one dying. But things have changed, Yami.
While you’ve been rotting in here for nine years, I’ve been training relentlessly for that same length of time.”
He tightened his grip as his voice sharpened.
“Honing my skills and Ki to their limits. And soon, I’ll be learning our family’s breathing technique, while you have nothing.”
A deep silence permeated the air between them as Azrael paused briefly before adding,
“You’re a disgrace to this family, while I’m its pride. If we were a normal clan, you being the eldest would have inherited the throne. But unfortunately for you, I’ll be the new head after father.”
Yami grimaced, his eyes burning with restrained fury.
“Oh, what has gotten into you, Azrael? This is not the brother I grew up beside. You’re not doing what Mum would have wanted of us…”
“Enough!” Azrael roared as he smashed Yami’s face into the ground with all his might.
Cracks instantly formed at the impact point as blood spurted from the warrior’s mouth.
“Mum this, Mum that. All her teachings, and where is she now? Six feet under. Strength is all that matters in this accursed world and family.”
His voice trembled, bordering on madness.
“Dad has strength, and look at him now. While Mum… while Mum, that bitch left us and died. She died! And I think it’s better that she’s dead, because if she…”
Azrael’s words froze mid sentence as a menacing pressure suddenly erupted from beneath him.
His eyes widened in horror as he swiftly glanced down to see Yami’s fingers curling tightly around his wrist, the hand still pressed against his head.
“How… how dare you call Mother a bitch?”
Yami bellowed in pure rage.
“I dare you to say that again!”
With all his might, Yami shoved Azrael’s hand off his head, forcefully sending his younger brother tumbling backward onto his backside.
“You want a fight?” Yami growled as he slowly pushed himself up.
“Fine then. Let’s fight. And I promise you, I won’t be going easy on your sorry ass.”
His eyes darkened, a dangerous glint igniting within them as the pressure in the dungeon surged.