Earth's Greatest Magus Chapter 2725: His return

With Damo’s diation, a compromise was swiftly reached.

The Void Wolf and its crew were granted permission to dock at the Nephilim moon base. They would be allowed to rest and resupply, though always under strict Nephilim surveillance. For Ery, however, the restrictions were looser—after a short but invasive screening, he was granted permission to descend to Earth itself. His return to the planet he once called ho was not to be denied.

It had been decades since his last steps upon his howorld. the planet stretched below him, continents draped in both wilderness and civilization. Damo personally escorted him, leading Ery to the place that would reveal the reason behind the Nephilim’s deep attachnt to Earth.

Together, they broke through cloud-streaked skies, gliding over familiar blue oceans and golden deserts before veering south, toward the lands north of Egypt.

"Egypt? Klea is here?" Ery asked, his voice low, tinged with hope. The thought of her waiting after all these years made his chest tighten.

But Damo shook his head, calm yet firm. "No. Master Klea has spent most of the past fifteen years away, seeking her breakthrough."

Disappointnt flickered in Ery’s eyes. Damo explained further: Klea had been Earth’s caretaker after Ery’s disappearance, guiding its affairs for many years. But as her cultivation required more ti beyond Earth, the role of acting caretaker had gradually fallen to Damo himself.

Ery studied Damo with quiet pride. The young monk he once knew had shed his boyishness, standing now as a man in full moon magus realm, his posture steady and his aura calm, carrying the weight of responsibility with surprising ease. Damo had grown into Earth’s guardian in Ery’s absence.

He wanted to ask more—about Klea, about the others, about everything that had changed—but they draw near their destination.

They descended toward a hill overlooking a modest town. The scene below looked ordinary—villagers tending fields, smoke rising from clay chimneys.

On that hill stood a figure who was unmistakably out of place: an elderly Nephilim grand magus, silver-haired and robed in gold, the sa one he almost fought before, watching the settlent below like a sentinel.

They landed softly and approached. "This is Elder Yohan," Damo politely introduced "He and his team have been stationed here with us for almost two decades."

The old Nephilim’s eyes fell on Ery, sharp and penetrating. His voice was calm but weighted. "So... you are the one. To think you share the sa age as my Lady... Truly, you are an unusual figure."

Ery felt the weight of the unspoken na even before Damo confird it—the Lady was Jinkan Nephilim herself. Two decades ago, after Earth’s duel with Kronos ended in victory, Klea had forged an agreent with Jinkan. That was the very reason Ery now found Nephilim guardians stationed on Earth.

Elder Yohan’s expression grew grave as his gaze returned to Ery. His voice carried the weight of command and responsibility.

"I need you to understand the importance of my mission here."

Ery’s brow furrowed. His divine sense swept across the quiet town below, tracing the lives of thousands of ordinary mortals—farrs, rchants, children chasing one another through dusty streets. Yet amidst the tide of mundane life, one presence glead faintly.

It was a boy, no older than fifteen, seated on a stool in the courtyard of a modest ho. His hands worked carefully at a piece of wood, shaping it into sothing unremarkable at first glance. Yet Ery’s senses pierced deeper. Each cut, each grain of wood, carried a resonance... a subtle pulse of cosmic energy hidden beneath the surface.

Ery’s eyes narrowed. "Who is he?"

"That," Elder Yohan replied, "is our mission. We are here to protect him."

The truth struck Ery harder than he expected. The boy was no ordinary mortal. He was a supre being in the midst of his second tribulation—the Mortal Tribulation. His soul was on the path of rebirth, cast down into mortal flesh to endure hardship, obscurity, and growth, all as part of a divine mandate. Until he completed that journey, his past power and mories would remain sealed, leaving him as vulnerable as any other youth in the town.

The Nephilim grand magus had been stationed here for this very reason: to ensure no harm befell the boy, and by extension, the planet he now called ho. That explained the fortress on the Moon, the fleets of drones, the layers of protection surrounding Earth. Earth was not rely under protection—it was sanctuary to a divine trial.

Ery’s heart sank as understanding settled in. Klea’s agreent with Jinkan suddenly made sense. With Ery and Morgana both gone, Earth had been left dangerously exposed at a ti when tensions across the stars were mounting. The Nephilim’s presence had filled that void, providing strength in exchange for trust.

Even so, suspicion lingered in him. He had crossed paths with the Nephilim too many tis not to be cautious. His trust was thin, yet when Damo spoke, his tone carried quiet certainty.

"They have been nothing but respectful guests," Damo assured him. "They will remain for another twenty years, perhaps longer, until the tribulation is complete."

Yet questions stirred in Ery’s mind, the twenty years tiline brought attention to another problem on Earth; the looming Calamity and the deep secret of mysterious gate hidden undergrounds.

The elder explained that Kronos had been exaggerating the urgency. According to the Nephilim’s far deeper analysis, the Calamity would not arrive for at least another fifty years.

"We would not have chosen this planet if we did not believe this," the elder assured.

Ery struggled to accept their words so easily. He requested to see the full analysis report, hoping it would reveal so of the hidden secrets.

To his surprise, the Nephilim elder complied.

"That is possible. I will request it—it should be ready within two weeks."

With the matter of the Nephilim clarified for now, Ery took a long walk with Damo. He asked about the state of things during his absence, while also sharing his own experiences.

The first news that eased his heart was the arrival of Shinta, Ha Ron, and King Rig twenty years ago. They had carried news about Ery, so many already knew of his situation and were waiting for his return. Shinta had gone back to Ouroboros City; Julian to Nova Roma. Thrax stayed for a few years, but after a conflict with the Nephilim magus, he left for the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the Nephilim’s agreents made it difficult to stay in contact. Communication had grown scarce; news from allies trickled in only every few years. Damo’s voice carried both hope and regret. "Now that you’re here, I’ll send word to them at once. They must know you’ve returned."

Ery nodded, gratitude warming his chest. But then another thought struck him, one na conspicuously absent. His steps slowed. "What of Chumo?"

Damo’s expression faltered. His voice softened. "Master Chumo is here... with his family... but—"

Ery’s eyes sharpened. "But what?"

Damo hesitated, sorrow flickering in his gaze. "Master... I think you should see him yourself."

The weight in his tone left Ery silent. Whatever awaited, it was not a tale to be told in passing words.