Earth's Greatest Magus Chapter 1887  Fate

Ery's frustration was palpable as he questioned the high elf's need for his involvent. "Why do you need ?" he demanded, his voice tinged with irritation. "You are much more capable than . I am here only to request that you open the gates so that my companion and I can safely escape from this disaster."

For a brief mont, the high elf remained silent, her gaze fixed upon Ery. Then, she posed an unusual question: "Do you believe in fate?"

Ery's annoyance flared. He had encountered this question before, and each ti he heard it, he found himself doubting the concept of fate even more. "What kind of question is that?" he retorted. "To believe in fate implies there's no free will. Do you think this would convince to help stop this madness?"

The elf's response was calm and unwavering. "When you are gifted with the divine power to see the future, you would believe in fate as I do."

Ery couldn't help but chuckle at the high elf's statent. "If you were able to see the future, then this situation would not have happened in the first place, and you would not need to deal with or convince ."

The high elf acknowledged his point with a nod. "Yes, I have seen this coming disaster, and I have seen that we will overco this," she explained. "But the magnitude of the impact is still undetermined—the number of casualties and what lies ahead."

Ery remained skeptical, and the high elf continued her explanation. "Among the thousands of talents in the chamber, you are one of the three marked as the destiny breaker. People like you can heavily influence the outco of destiny."

Ery found it difficult to wrap his head around the idea of being a "destiny breaker". It was hard for him to accept that he had such a pivotal role to play in these events, and the surprise of being the chosen one to enter this celestial domain weighed heavily on him.

Growing impatient, Ery turned his gaze to the Celestials and bluntly asked, "I have had enough of this. Just tell what it is you hope to do, and if you will open all the gates for our escape."

As the Celestial's eyes began to glow, the golden palace around them started to crumble, causing Ery to beco increasingly anxious. "Wait!, you haven't answered my question!" he exclaid.

Once again, it was the high elf who responded, saying, "The gates will be open. As for what you need to do... fate will guide your decision." Her words hung in the air, leaving Ery with a sense of uncertainty and an even greater burden on his shoulders.

It was indeed a bewildering experience, and Ery didn't have the opportunity to seek further answers as he sensed his body being drawn back into the chamber. Once return, he found himself standing before the panel, frozen in ti as chaos unfolded around him. Gradually, as his consciousness returned, ti began to flow once more.

Ery seized these precious monts to assess the situation. Near him, he saw Neo and Uria valiantly battling the incoming tentacles, their swords striking with precision. Atlas was channeling his spell, aid at a celestial construct that had leaped toward them. On the other side of the group, Olivier was holding off a sudden assault from the Void Stalkers. The chamber was a tumultuous battleground, a cacophony of clashing weapons, spells, and otherworldly forces. Ery tried to take in the entirety of the chaotic scene, but before he could fully comprehend the perilous situation behind him, a notification abruptly appeared, demanding his attention.

[System successfully reboot]

[Lockdown uplifted, all gates open]

The news was greeted with relief and cheers from those around him. Neo congratulated him enthusiastically, saying, "You did it, Ery!"

However, Ery remained humble and hesitant to accept the credit. His gaze shifted toward a massive section of the chamber wall that had opened up. His sense of accomplishnt gave way to anxiety as he observed the opening—it was hardly three ters wide before it abruptly stopped.

Then, a deafening boom shattered the jubilant atmosphere. Ery's heart sank as he witnessed the colossal crystal, which had caused so much chaos and suffering, finally shatter. In its place, a rift in the fabric of space tore open, unleashing a torrent of nightmarish tentacles that burst forth with ferocious intensity.

A palpable aura of dread hung in the air as a monstrous arm forced its way out of the rift, straining against the boundaries of the tear. The sheer size and malevolence of the appendage sent shockwaves of terror through everyone present.

Neo, positioned closest to the erging threat, reacted swiftly. He summoned all of his extra swords, a total of 24, and they circled him in a protective formation as he activated his [Sword Sanctuary] skill. Neo's extraordinary swordsmanship allowed him to fend off the majority of the tentacles with precision and skill. However, the sheer number of them ant that a few still managed to slip through his defenses.

Ery's heart sank as he watched Neo, his brave comrade, get pierced and soon torn apart by the relentless tentacles.

"Neo!"

The chaotic scenes continued to unfold across the chamber as Ery urgently ordered a retreat. He was about to make his escape when he noticed a surprising turn of events.

High Elf Loriel Starwind, despite her wound, managed to regain her composure and stood resolute. She looked at Ery with a serene smile and whispered, "My destiny has co."

In a bold and selfless move, Loriel flew closer to the rift in space. She unleashed her ultimate spell, a high-level incantation that belonged to the world-breaking Tier 9, a power typically wielded only by the most elite grand magus and supre beings.

With a resounding cry, she shouted, "Run!"

A massive explosion of ice erupted from Loriel's spell, enveloping the colossal arm and freezing all of the tentacles and the tear of space itself into a solid block of ice, creating a beautiful majestic ice sculpture.

Unfortunately, the imnse magical force took its toll, and in a heart-wrenching mont, Loriel herself shattered into tiny crystalline dust.

Ery realized that the priestess who possessed divine knowledge had seen her own death. Her actions were a testant to her unwavering belief in fate.