Earth's Greatest Magus

None of the Supremes questioned the decision, his judgment was absolute.

One by one, the four figures rose and departed without protest. Blood Sea vanished in a ripple of crimson mist. Fenghuang dissolved into drifting embers that spiraled upward before fading. Dawnstone’s heavy crystalline steps echoed briefly before inclined his head respectfully before retreating.

Only King Alduin lingered for half a heartbeat longer.

Before he turned to leave, a mental message brushed against Emery’s consciousness.

The message faded as Alduin stepped through the gate.

The hall fell into profound stillness.

Emery stood alone before the Stellar Beast Emperor.

Even the dragon hybrid had retreated several steps, instinctively yielding space as the Emperor slowly rose from his throne.

Only then did Emery fully grasp the man’s presence.

The Emperor was taller than he had appeared seated-taller even than Dawnstone in humanoid form. As his dark mantle shifted, more of his features were revealed: a subtle horn emerging from his forehead, faint tendrils along his chin, and eyes that glowed with a restrained golden radiance.

Before Emery could gather his thoughts

The system message flashed across his consciousness.

[You are disconnected.]

The notification appeared without warning, cutting cleanly through Emery’s

awareness.

He expected the familiar sensation of returning to his physical body within the Karat compound, yet that did not happen. Instead, he found himself suspended in a vast, silent expanse.

The void folded inward.

Reality reformed.

When his vision stabilized, he was standing within a place he knew more intimately than any other.

His inner domain.

Dark Mountain rose before him in its usual imposing majesty, and Elysian Forest, nourished the entire domain.

Everything was precisely as he had left it.

Except one presence.

A cloaked figure stood near the northern slope of Khaos Mountain. Emery’s eyes narrowed.

The Stellar Beast Emperor.

Emery’s heart pounded as he moved swiftly across his domain, arriving just in time to witness the Emperor standing before the massive form of the Star Devouring Beast.

The colossal beast, normally wild and imposing, had lowered itself. Its enormous head tilted slightly, golden eyes fixed on the cloaked figure with unmistakable curiosity.

The Emperor extended his hand.

When his palm touched the beast’s forehead, a faint smile appeared on his face.

“It is truly you,” he murmured softly. “It has been a long time… old friend.”

Emery froze.

Questions surged through his mind, but instinct told him to remain silent. After several seconds, the Emperor withdrew his hand and stepped back. His gaze swept across Emery’s domain-over the distant Khaos Mountain, across the Elysian Forest, and over the spiritual currents binding the islands together. A faint, wry expression crossed his features.

“So this is the vessel you chose,” he murmured.

Then he turned fully toward Emery.

His golden eyes were no longer distant. They were warm.

“I will answer the questions you have”

Emery did not interrupt.

The Beast Emperor continued.

The Star Devouring Beast, he explained, was one of the Seven known Stellar Beasts-entities born in an era so distant that even primordial records spoke of them only in fragments. They were older than most races that now claimed dominion over the realms.

Humans, elves, and even celestial beings had once regarded them as catastrophic forces, prophesied to end worlds and consume stars. Yet history, shaped by fear and survival, often reduced complexity into simple labels. After countless eras of war, extinction, rebirth, and uneasy peace, the line between calamity and guardian had long since blurred.

The Seven Stellar Beasts were progenitors. Ancestors of vast branches of the beast race. When one of them fell, its existence did not simply vanish. Its soul imprint dispersed into the fabric of reality, waiting to awaken again through bloodline inheritance.

As the Emperor spoke, the Star Devouring Beast remained lowered, its massive form still and listening.

The last memory of this particular Stellar Beast was its migration into another

realm.

Tartarus Realm.

There, its lineage scattered among Fey and other beast bloodlines, dormant across generations. The soul imprint could have awakened within any of those descendants. That it had manifested within Emery was neither random fortune nor simple fate. It was both burden and privilege.

For several eras, only two others Stellar Beast remains, others remained incomplete, or lost. The Emperor’s tone carried a subtle gravity when he admitted that such rebirths had grown increasingly rare.

Then the atmosphere shifted.

The Beast Emperor’s aura expanded, pressing outward in controlled waves. The light of the domain dimmed slightly as his form began to change. His humanoid frame grew larger, muscles coiling beneath darkened skin as golden horns curved from his brow. Scales of deep bronze and shadowed gold shimmered into existence across his limbs. His presence swelled until he stood nearly equal in magnitude to the Star Devouring Beast itself.

Though not identical in structure, there was unmistakable kinship between them. The curvature of bone, the density of aura, the ancient runes on their skins-all echoed a shared origin.

“I,” his voice thundered across the domain even in beast form, “am descended from another of the Seven. The Star Destroying Beast”

The entire domain trembled.

For a moment, the two ancient bloodlines stood within the same domain.

Then darkness swallowed everything.

[You have been reconnected.]

Emery found himself once more within the Supreme hall.

The Stellar Beast Emperor had resumed his humanoid form and returned to his

throne as though nothing extraordinary had occurred.

Yet Emery knew it had been real.

The Emperor regarded him steadily.

“We do not care whether you become a destroyer or a savior. But will you

stand and defend your kin when it is needed? Will you follow the legacy of your

ancestors?”

There was no coercion in his tone.

Only expectation.

Emery did not hesitate.

It was not a matter of politics or factions.

It was who he was.

“Yes, Elder,” he answered firmly. “To the very best of my ability.”

The Emperor’s gaze softened.

“Then from this day forward, you are my disciple.”