Chapter 682 A Strange Universe

Chapter 682 A Strange Universe

'I am Inching ever closer... I can feel it like I am pressing my face deeper into a rotting corpse... I can smell the stench of the decaying corpses of my brothers and sisters. How can nobody else smell the pollution? Why is the universe not deaf when the screams of the dead emanating from this place are so loud... this place is cancer...'

A silver line that appeared to stretch till eternity yet still resembled a short thread entered the Empire-controlled spaces of Trion, carried by invisible streams of Aether that propelled it to speeds that were far faster than light.

For such a powerful civilization, it was a mystery why Trion only controlled such a few Minor Worlds when they could have tens of thousands under their rule. The universe was vast and they had the power to take a healthy portion of the pie, but this was a minor mystery for this enigmatic civilization, they chose to remain in a tiny corner of the universe, holding less than three hundred Minor Worlds.

Today, the subject of the fear that had been rippling under the calm visage of the Empire had entered their Territory, and the massive world of Trion could be seen in the distance, its light was so bright and beautiful that it dwarfed any celestial body present in the universe.

Trion was a world of many layers and deep beauty. Whatever your level of perception, the sight of this massive world would drive your imagination into a frenzy.

Yet in the Primordial Perception of Rowan, this was not the case. Although he was deep in slumber he could still sense the wrongness of Trion, like a cancerous tumor that had grown so large and so rotten that it should have imploded into itself eons ago, but a dreadful will kept it spinning, its beauty only a guise.

In a month, Rowan would reach his destination.

The silver line moved, nondescript, its presence could be easily dismissed, but the power it contained could raze a million worlds to dust.

They had submitted the details of this battle to their individual Tower Master and with the long memories of the Mages, then sooner or later, this being would be hunted down and brought to a severe reckoning.

The greatest cause of worry for the Archmages present here was simple: during the short battle, they had unleashed forbidden amounts of energy while inside the material universe.

Normally expanding a tenth of the power they unleashed should have been enough to draw the Will of the Universe and they would be marked and ejected from the universe, never able to return, as if that was not scary enough, the guardians of the universe, powerful Empyreans whose capabilities were frightening inside and outside the universe would quickly find their way to those areas of conflicts and in their fashion, slaughter everyone present, both innocent and guilty.

Yet no one arrived, their confrontation which reshaped an entire area of the Underverse killing trillions of denizens of this area, and destabilizing this place for untold millions of years seemed never to have taken place.

They were lucky that this battle occurred at the depths of the Underverse or else they would have shattered the Teleportation Passage for millions of worlds, plunging the entire universe into chaos and killing an unknown amount of people.

There was no way the universe should have brushed something like this aside, but this appeared to be the case.

Somehow an apocalyptic battle was fought, but it seemed as if it was all a dream. If not for their injuries, it would be like nothing had happened.

This was what frightened the Archmages.