The chaos deepened as two grand magus stepped into the fray.
The first wore a long black cape covered in stitched bone fragnts, every movent of his body making them rattle like chattering teeth. This was Veyrun the Bone Sculptor.
He extended both arms and began to chant in an ancient tongue. The ground trembled as veins of pale light spread outward from his feet, converging in a sigil of intricate bone runes. Monts later, the soil burst open, and from the depths rose a colossal legless skeleton — a hulking humanoid construct, its spine fused with monstrous ribs and its skull bound in engraved iron rings.
Each arm of the giant ended in massive bone maces, crafted from fused femurs and enchanted skulls, humming with dark resonance. The air grew thick with the scent of iron and ash.
And within the creature’s hollow ribcage, a faint light pulsed — Veyrun’s true form, shielded inside his summoned vessel. The construct let out a soundless roar and lunged forward, propelled through the air like a battering ram under the grand magus’s control.
The second grand magus, Revan the Phantom thief moved like a shadow untethered by light — one mont visible, the next dissolving into silvery smoke. His enchanted daggers shimred with a pale, murderous glow, slicing through the air with no sound at all. The ground seed to warp beneath his feet as he vanished and reappeared again, circling for an opening.
Behind them, a dozen magus realm fighters waited, hesitating. The storm before them was too dangerous to approach, yet too alluring to resist.
At the center of it all stood Ery — calm amidst chaos. His silver hair flickered in the crimson light, his wolfish eyes gleaming faintly gold.
He slowly raised one hand. Spirit energy exploded outward like a shockwave, and the ground cracked open in a perfect circle, one hundred ters wide.
The air shimred, distorting under imnse pressure, forming the invisible walls of his domain.
"Anyone who dares to cross this line..." Ery’s voice resonated, deep and unyielding, carrying the weight of authority that silenced all others. "...will bear the consequences."
The killing intent woven into his words rippled through the air. Several magus flinched instinctively, their bodies tensing under the unseen pressure.
But Maldrin, the Midnight Demon, only grinned wide.
"Consequences?" His lips curled, revealing jagged teeth. "He’s just one lone wolf!"
With a defiant snarl, Maldrin stepped across the line.
His aura ignited instantly — a torrent of boiling blood mist erupted from his skin, devouring the air around him. His entire body turned crimson as his muscles bulged, veins blackening from demonic energy.
"You’re DEAD!!"
He shot forward like a cannonball, claw raised high.
Ery didn’t back down. His own claws glead black, Khaos energy swirling like liquid void around them. When they collided—
BOOOOOOM!!
The shockwave turned the street into a crater.
Dust and debris erupted in all directions. Walls crumbled, glass shattered, and even the onlookers were sent tumbling through the air.
Blood mist clashed against chaotic darkness, every strike shaking the earth.
But this ti, Ery didn’t have the luxury of a duel.
From the right, the bone giant swung its twin maces downward. The air wailed under the weight of the attack. And from the left, Revan’s silhouette flickered — his twin daggers flashing like streaks of moonlight.
To counter, Ery drew upon his inner core to reform his battlefield domain. Khaos and space intertwining through his veins like a living storm. His eyes glead gold for a heartbeat before his power detonated.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The earth beneath him groaned, and the fractured domain surged outward again, reforming into a twisted sphere. Space itself rippled — blades of distorted light cut across the field — and within that storm, every attack lost its aim.
The two maces of the skeletal behemoth ca crashing down from his right like twin teors. They struck where Ery stood — only to explode against empty ground, the shockwave tearing the soil apart. At the sa ti, the silver dagger arced from the left, trailing a stream of dark light as it curved through the air... only to veer off course at the last instant and nearly impale Maldrin instead.
Both grand magus froze for a fraction of a second, disbelief clear even through the battle haze. The bone-sculptor’s voice echoed from within his towering vessel of bones, muffled and distorted.
"Impossible... Is he really a Two Cosmos?!"
While the others faltered, the phantom thief lted into flickering silver streaks, and before Ery could refocus, another dagger curved through the air in an unnatural arc, spinning toward his head.
The attack was a distraction. Revan had already vanished, slipping through the folds of shadow and reappearing just behind Ery’s right shoulder. His presence was faint — almost nothing — even to divine senses. His dagger shimred with an enchantnt that devoured sound and light alike.
He smirked.
"Got him."
The blade thrust forward, aid for the vital spot at the base of the neck—
—but stopped. Abruptly.
Revan’s smirk shattered. He looked down — his ankle was caught midair by glowing, living runes that had erupted from the ground. Vines made of light coiled around his leg like serpents, burning his flesh.
"DAMMIT!"
He twisted, ready to retreat— but Ery had already turned.
Khaos energy condensing around his arm. Three jagged claws of black light burst from his forearm, crackling with dark runes. He lunged without hesitation.
CRACKK!!
The claws tore through Revan’s guard and plunged straight into his torso. The impact threw the thief off his feet, blood spraying as the claws impaled him clean through. Gasps erupted from the onlookers — the infamous Phantom Thief, caught like an insect.
Ery lifted him by those claws, blood dripping down like crimson rain. His chaotic aura intensified, sharp enough to flay skin. He was ready to tear the man apart—
—but then the thief’s body exploded into gray smoke.
The claws t only mist.
A heartbeat later, Revan’s true form shimred into view a dozen ters away, panting heavily, his chest soaked in blood. He clutched the wound that refused to close — a price for his desperate escape technique. His body trembled, half-corporeal, his shadow enchantnt flickering in and out.
Ery turned, intent to finish him, but Maldrin’s claws crashed against his side, forcing him to twist away. Then the bone colossus slamd its mace into the earth, creating a wall of white ribs between them.
"Huh!! Let’s see how strong your bones really are!"
Ery’s voice bood, deep and layered with chaotic resonance. Without pause, he dashed forward, the ground cracking beneath his feet. His claws ignited in black light.
BAMMM!
The first slash tore into the bone giant’s chest, scattering fragnts like shrapnel.
Inside the creature, the Bone Sculptor laughed coldly.
"Hahaha! You cannot break my strongest—!"
The words died on his tongue. A pulse rippled through the skeletal vessel — a strange vibration that made the runes along the bones flicker. The cracks left by Ery’s claws didn’t simply break — they spread. The bones darkened, turning ashen gray, crumbling from within.
"What... what is this!?"
Revan, still clutching his chest wound a few ters behind him, shouted in alarm.
"Watch out! His claws— they’re devouring!"
"WHAT?!"
The sculptor’s composure shattered. His blood essence, which served as the dium to control his bone vessel, began to drain unnaturally — absorbed through the wound Ery had inflicted. Panic seized him. He instantly leaped backward, severing the blood link before it could consu more of him.
The bone giant reeled, its motions jerking wildly before the sculptor reasserted control. With a desperate command, the creature swung both its massive maces in retreat, sending shockwaves that tore apart nearby ruins.
"You... you’re a Devouring Wolf! Another one— just like Heorgar!!"
Recognition and fear flashed in his eyes. Around the battlefield, the magus who heard the na flinched.
The two grand magus pulled back, re-evaluating their approach. But Maldrin snarled from across the field, crimson veins pulsing across his body.
"Stop playing around, both of you! Attack together!!"
All three unleashed their might simultaneously. Maldrin ca from the front in a storm of claws; the Bone Sculptor reinforced with heavy strikes and bone shards, while Revan darted in and out of the shadows, aiming for any opening.
The three-on-one clash raged on, shockwaves tearing through the ruins. All eyes fixed on the silver-haired wolf grand magus—none could recognize him, yet none could look away. Whoever he was, his strength was undeniable.
After several brutal exchanges, Ery’s breathing deepened. His stance grew heavier, his claws clashing again and again against three different domains at once. Even with his twilight transformation, the strain was starting to show.
anwhile, the chaos had drawn attention. From every corner of Dawnstar city, figures began to appear—bandits, rcenaries, and magus of every kind. The Midnight Brotherhood’s survivors were shouting, rallying others to their cause. "He’s killing our people!!"
Their voices multiplied, echoing across the slums. But it wasn’t until Aelric the Occultist raised his staff that the crowd truly turned.
When he spoke, his voice carried far beyond natural range—deep, resonant, and crawling with a strange vibration. It wasn’t re shouting; it was enchantnt.
"This man is a threat to our city. Lets join together and stop him!"
His words weren’t just heard—they sank in. The sound touched the heart and mind alike, stirring fear, anger, and a sense of duty. Even those who monts ago hesitated now felt compelled to act.
The gathered magus and criminals alike began to move, their killing intent rising like a storm. Within monts, Ery found himself surrounded on all sides—facing not just multiple grand magus, but the fury of an entire city.
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