MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Chapter 482: The voice

As they braced to accept their fate as the destruction finally reached them, a voice thundered through the silence, resonating in every ear like a sudden storm:

MIRROR DIMENSION

As though reality itself answered his summons, time seemed to halt for a fleeting moment, the collapsing heavens, the fracturing space, even the earthʼs descent into ruin stood still.

Then, in an instant, it all surged back into motion.

As reality resumed, the fractured space splintered further, each shard resembling a fragment of glass, within which danced a different reality.

Then, as if defying its own chaos, the rupture inverted, the shards weaving themselves inward, converging around the soldiers, drawing them into an alternate space.

The soldiers stood frozen, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief. Never before had they witnessed such a spectacle, so terrifying, yet so breathtakingly beautiful.

The Demon Monarchʼs direct subordinates, along with the other demons, stared in stunned silence.

Though many had long denied it, they had each come to accept their fate, death was inevitable, and it was but a heartbeat away.

Yet that final second had stretched into an eternity, forcing them to linger on the edge of annihilation.

Now, they watched as the soldiers, their enemies, began to escape.

They didnʼt understand how, nor did it matter. All that remained was a singular truth: they, too, had to enter the newly forming, glass-like space before it slipped beyond reach.

They didnʼt hesitate.

In a blur of motion, they surged forward with blinding speed, their bodies cleaving through the air.

Two of the Demon Monarchʼs direct subordinates were the first to launch themselves toward Anthonyʼs Mirror Dimension.

The rest followed without delay.

Chaos energy pulsed violently, various types of Intents erupted like a wave, and elemental power thickened the atmosphere.

Every demon pushed themselves to their absolute limit, racing toward the only opening visible, the last hope in a collapsing world.

It was too late.

Before they could reach the Mirror Dimension, the entrance sealed shut, locking them out of the newly forged reality.

All the demons could do was stare, as millions of soldiers vanished before their very eyes, slipping beyond reach like a dream dissolving at dawn.

Intent flared violently. Skills activated in rapid succession.

Chaos energy stretched to its limits as the demons unleashed every sense, every detection technique they possessed.

But — nothing.

Not a trace. Not a whisper.

The Mirror Dimension had vanished without a single thread to follow.

Moments ago, survival had seemed impossible. Then, for a fleeting instant, hope had appeared, only to be ripped away before their very eyes, leaving behind a silence more cruel than death.

Of course, charging into a space teeming with millions of enemy soldiers was a perilous gamble, but that was a concern for another time.

For now, survival meant everything. Better to face the next disaster than perish in this one.

Within Anthonyʼs Mirror Dimension, the soldiers stood in stunned silence, their gazes fixed on the world beyond.

Though sheltered in a separate reality, it was as if only a thin, transparent veil of glass divided them from the chaos outside.

Through that translucent barrier, they watched the demons writhe in desperation, struggling, shouting, even offering to trade secrets in a last-ditch plea for survival.

But would the soldiers listen? Even if they wanted to, it was not their decision to make.

The Mirror Dimension did not belong to them.

All they could do was watch.

Then, the second finally slipped away as the planet finally finished collapsing inwardly, folding upon itself like a celestial orb.

Without warning, the orb detonated, unleashing an apocalyptic explosion that tore outward in a cataclysmic wave of blinding white, searing red, and swirling darkness.

Through the looking glass, they witnessed neighboring planets near their military base succumb one by one, collapsing into oblivion.

A heavy silence fell over them all.

None had ever witnessed such overwhelming power, such utter devastation.

It was utterly alien, beyond the limits of their experience.

And it was no fault of theirs. Not one present possessed the strength to shatter a celestial body, nor to even conceive an assault capable of such ruin.

Not even the Primarch of Realities had the might to unleash such cataclysm.

Only the Supreme Monarchs, Demon Monarchs, and those above possessed the power to unleash attacks of such magnitude.

But how many soldiers had ever witnessed a Supreme Monarch in combat?

Could any of them truly survive in the presence of such beings?

Their frail bodies could barely endure even the vacuum of space. Were it not for Anthonyʼs protection, the harshness beyond their planetʼs atmosphere would have crushed them the very moment they stepped beyond its bounds.

Suddenly, where their shattered planet once lay, something new emerged, rising tall and regal, untouched by the cataclysm as if the destruction had been nothing more than a fleeting breeze.

The Tower Of Knowledge.

A wave of shock swept through their ranks as they beheld the tower standing unscathed amidst the ruin.

Those akin to the Primarch of Realities and the Grand Marshal understood well the might of the Soulpen Sovereign, so for them, this display was far from surprising.

Suddenly, the Tower Of Knowledge dissolved into nothingness, erased effortlessly by the will of the Soulpen Sovereign.

With the military base reduced to rubble, the towerʼs purpose had ceased to exist, besides, identical Towers Of Knowledge stood firm at other bases, each containing the same vast repository of wisdom, knowledge and secrets.

Then, as if a sudden spark ignited within their minds simultaneously, realization dawned.

The Voice.

Every soldier present was at least of Grandmaster rank; and this was even the recruits Anthony had painstakingly trained with over the past year.

Their heightened senses, honed through rigorous cultivation, caught the faintest trace.

In unison, their heads turned, eyes narrowing toward the source of that unmistakable voice.

Their gaze fell upon a singular figure, a boy with piercing gem-like blue eyes, his white hair flowing behind him despite the absence of any breeze.

A heavy silence stretched between them, as they stood transfixed, seemingly consumed by the depths of his gem-like eyes as he floated effortlessly before them.