Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2665: Breach

Emery hovered above the clearing, his divine sense expanded to the sky. Unlike their previous failed attempts, this time the combined power of Khaos had succeeded in piercing a layer of the realm.

The crack shimmered in the sky like a wound in reality. But the moment it formed, the ground shuddered violently beneath them. The tremor deepened into a rumble, then into a quake that rocked the entire realm.

It was horrifyingly similar to what had happened when Galael died—when the cosmic flame had erupted.

The air thickened, heavy with pressure. Distant roars rose like a tide, swelling into a chorus of primal fury. From behind jagged rocks, beyond shadow-drenched cliffs, and out of the black mist between the trees—they came. Dozens of monstrous creatures emerged, each one drawn to the surge of Khaos like moths to a flame.

”Get ready!!” Rosin Karat called out, his voice sharp and commanding.

”We’re so close to breaking through! Keep them away!” Talaro shouted, desperation lacing every word.

The Supreme Magus moved without hesitation; with a sweeping gesture, he summoned two dozen golden golems. They landed with resounding thuds, each radiating divine energy like miniature suns.

”Defensive formation! Don’t let them get through!”

Soltz, Kaelyn, and the two fey warriors sprang into action, taking positions at the edge of the clearing. Weapons were drawn, enchantments ignited, and barriers snapped into place—just in time.

The first wave of god-level beasts crashed into them.

Chaos erupted.

Most of the attackers were twisted lizard beasts, but others—stranger, more grotesque forms—joined the assault. Each one seemed more dangerous than the last.

Flashes of light and thunderous impacts split the battlefield. Fey arrows streaked across the sky. Golden fists slammed into mutated flesh. Divine spells clashed with the raw rage of realm-born monstrosities.

Emery fought alongside them, slicing down one beast after another, but even as he defended the group, his eyes remained fixed on Talaro. He couldn’t risk the dark elf turning on them mid-ritual. Any moment of treachery could doom them all.

Minutes passed, drenched in blood and sweat. Beast after beast fell—but for every one that died, two more took its place. Their circle was steadily shrinking.

But then a deeper sound rolled over them—louder, heavier. A thunderous roar that came from the world itself. Emery turned skyward, his figure lifting into the air as he rose above the treetops. His breath caught in his throat.

A massive wall of storm, dark as ink and veined with silver lightning, consumed the horizon.

”The storm wave...”

Using VIA’s calculation interface, he received a timeline.

Twenty-two minutes.

Apparently, their premature attempt to tear open the realm had triggered the anomaly far earlier than expected.

At the same time, more beasts had begun to emerge—dozens of them. The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control.

Emery hovered in the air, his divine sense sweeping across the battlefield. His expression tensed. He couldn’t determine which threat would breach their defenses first—the rampaging beasts or the approaching storm. ŗАƝꝊ𝖇Ɛ𝘴

”How much longer do you need?!” he shouted over the chaos, eyes flicking toward Vayarel and Talaaro.

But neither responded. Both were fully immersed in their task, their bodies glowing with unstable energy as they struggled to stabilize the fused powers of Khaos.

Minutes passed.

A scream cut through the din.

The female fairy coughed up blood and collapsed, her body riddled with deep gashes. Kaelyn dashed to her side in a blur, dragging the wounded warrior into her protective domain and casting a healing spell.

All around them, the battlefield was becoming a slaughterhouse.

Nearly fifty godly-ranked beasts had encircled the group, their eyes glowing with primal fury. The outer films of the protective formation flickered and shattered—half of the golem was already gone. They wouldn’t last much longer.

Seeing the desperation, Rosin Karat made his move.

With a bellowing cry, the Supreme Being unleashed the full force of his stored divine power. His golden form blazed like a sun as he tore through the beasts hordes into the dirt, incinerating others with searing energy blasts. Within seconds, more than twenty of the monstrous attackers lay dead or dying.

But there was no time to celebrate.

More beasts surged forward, and now the storm was so close that its chaotic wind began whipping across the battlefield, pulling loose rocks and corpses into the air.

”How much longer?!” Emery called out again.

Time had run out.

Still nothing.

”We have to retreat!!” Rosin Karat made the call. ”Now!!”

The spell was cut off mid-flow. Talaro and Vayarel reluctantly severed their connection, grimacing as the unstable Khaos energy recoiled.

Everyone rushed toward the cave, bloodied and breathless. Once inside, protective barriers were cast to seal the entrance behind them.

Panting, Soltz staggered against a wall. ”What now?!”

Vayarel’s brows furrowed, his face pale. ”It’s... strange. It should’ve worked. I don’t know why... but we couldn’t stabilize it.”

Rosin Karat stepped in, his presence stilling the air.

”That’s fine. Do not rush it. It’s clearly creating an effect—we’ll try again during the next cycle.”

His wise, steady tone brought a moment of relief. Vayarel took a deep breath, and the others nodded in weary agreement. But not Emery.

His mind raced, his expression dark and unsettled.

Another cycle?

He couldn’t afford to wait three more days.

Talaro noticed his look and let out a slow chuckle.

”Hah! Why so anxious? You’ll get used to the cycles soon enough. This is only my tenth, and I’ve come to appreciate it. The environment here is perfect to comprehend spatial law—we’ll get it right eventually.”

Hearing those words, Emery was shocked.

A jolt ran through him, making his whole body tremble. His expression turned grim as he faced Talaro.

”What did you just say?”

The dark elf looked confused by Emery’s reaction. ”Huh? It’s true, believe me. You should try to feel the space...”

But Emery cut him off. ”No... I’m asking—how many cycles have you been here for?...” He stutteringly revised the question... ”Tell me... How... how long has it been since we separated?”

It wasn’t just the dark elf—everyone was startled by Emery’s question.

The dark elf replied with a hint of annoyance, ”I’ve told you!... One cycle is five days. And I was devoured into this place one week after we separated... so it’s about two....”

Before he could finish, a sudden realization struck him. His eyes widened.

”Wait... How long was it for you?”

At this stage, Emery was no longer listening to the dark elf.

One theory echoed in his mind—something he had read in the memory crystal. In fact, a few had hinted at it.

Temporal anomaly.

This could have been the factor that hindered their attempt.

Emery’s heart stopped.

That couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be.

Emery had spent nearly ten months in the Tartarus Realm, while Talaro had experienced less than two months in this place. That meant time in this wretched prison flowed five to six times faster than in the outside world.

His breath grew heavy as the weight of the realization settled in.

He was far too late for the duel.

And worse—his anxiety spiked at the thought of how much more time he would lose just by staying here.

His mind spiraled.

He had to get out. Now.