Earth's Greatest Magus

Emery found himself in his soul form, floating weightlessly, disembodied and detached from his physical self.

The figure of Soltz began to change. The grand magus’s form began to age rapidly as he reverted to his true form.

Soltz, helpless now, could no longer resist. His body quivered under the control of the four experts standing above him.

“I’m sorry, old man… we failed…” Emery muttered to himself. His words were not directed at anyone in particular but rather at the situation that had unfolded.

The Moon Guardian seemed to understand Emery’s thoughts. “Don’t worry,” she said softly, her voice reassuring. “We won’t hurt him.”

She paused for a moment before the quiet melody of her tune played once again in the air, weaving a gentle rhythm, before she added, “That thing, however, has to stay.”

Emery’s heart sank as he saw the dark smoke pouring out from Soltz’s body, swirling into a menacing form. The primordial wisp, the being he hadn’t seen for a while, materialized in the air before him. The wisp seemed trapped, struggling to break free from the magic that held it in place. It blinked in and out of existence, flickering with each failed attempt to escape, but it was bound by the very formations that trapped Soltz.

The sight was unsettling. Emery’s connection to the Khaos Gate was his lifeline, his sole means of returning to his main body.

His mind raced with panic as he instinctively attempted to access the gate.

He should return to his main form and find another way to return and save his daughter.

However, he sensed nothing.

There was no hub. There was no gate.

There was no connection. Nothing. It was as if the very essence of Khaos had been severed from him. A cold wave of anxiety washed over him, and his thoughts raced.

His voice trembled as he turned to the guardian with deep concern. “What are you planning to do with it?” he demanded.

The female guardian’s face was unreadable as she met his gaze. “This doesn’t concern you,” she replied softly. “You should move forward. The Earth Mother wishes to speak with you.”

The words stung, but Emery had little choice. One of the three fey warriors—a tall figure with deer antlers adorning his head—stepped forward and gestured for Emery to follow. The warrior’s demeanor had changed completely, no longer one of vigilance or suspicion. Instead, Emery was treated as an honored guest.

They moved through a vast, mystical forest, each step carrying him deeper into an entirely different world. It was unlike anything Emery had ever experienced. The air felt thick with magic, and the very trees around him seemed to hum with life.

Bioluminescent flowers pulsed in the darkness, casting shifting hues of blue, violet, and silver upon the moss-covered stones beneath his feet. Vines, animated by unseen forces, curled and twisted playfully through the air. It was a place that existed beyond the realms of the ordinary, a space steeped in ancient magic.

As they continued along the winding path, Emery saw a village ahead, nestled within the heart of the enchanted forest. It reminded him of the fey villages back home, but this place seemed older, more deeply entwined with the fabric of nature itself.

The village was alive with activity, but it was the figures that caught his attention. There, standing tall and imposing, was a man with golden hair, his gaze unwavering and filled with an air of quiet authority. Next to him was a girl whose presence seemed familiar to Emery, Kaelyn Silverleaf.

Kaelyn’s expression was unreadable as she approached him. “I wish you had arrived here under different circumstances,” she said softly, her voice filled with something that resembled regret.

She then introduced the man beside her as the Sun Guardian, one of the three supreme beings who served as guardians of the Fey planet. His presence was commanding, yet his gaze was not unkind.

“You better not try anything funny,” he said with an intimidating tone.

Emery’s attention, however, was not focused on them. His eyes darted around, searching desperately for someone. It was then that he saw her—running toward him through the village, her face filled with emotion.

His daughter, Shinta.

“Father!!”

She reached him quickly, and the moment their eyes met, she burst into tears. Seeing him in his soul form was a bit too much for her.

“Father… What did they do to you? Why are you like this? I’m sorry, Father… they won’t allow me to see you…” her voice breaking with fear and confusion.

Emery’s heart clenched at the sight of his daughter, but there was relief as well. She was alive. Not only was she alive, but she had already breakthrough to the Magus realm. There was no trace of Khaos within her—but he couldn’t care much about it. She was safe, and that was all that mattered at that moment.

Kaelyn spoke again, her voice calm and steady. “You can see that your daughter is fine. You two can talk later. For now, the Earth Mother wishes to see you.”

Without another word, Kaelyn and the Sun Guardian led Emery deeper into the heart of the village. They moved toward a structure that seemed to pulse with energy, drawing Emery closer with each step. As he neared the sacred shrine, he felt a wondrous sensation, the energy of nature flooding his senses.

There, before him, stood the sacred tree—a towering, ancient being whose very essence was fused with the land. A female figure emerged from the trunk, her body seamlessly woven into the tree itself. Vines twisted around her limbs like living veins, and her hair melded with the leaves, her presence as timeless as the earth.

“Earth Mother, this is him… He is here,” Kaelyn spoke softly, her voice reverent.

The Earth Mother’s eyes opened, and when her gaze met Emery’s, it was as if she saw straight through him, into his very soul. A smile spread across her serene face.

“Welcome home…”