Fire Mage-Chapter 671: Breaking the Seal

Chapter 671: Breaking the Seal

At the cavern’s mouth, the Devil Crow soared above, rage burning in its glowing eyes. It roared, wings beating the air like a storm ready to tear everything apart.

Then, sensing a faint presence at the entrance, it dove like a missile.

No time to hesitate!

Azgan vanished through the lair’s mouth and shot into the night sky.

"Where do you think you’re going? No one escapes my grasp while holding the egg! Give up and surrender!" The Devil Crow’s eerie, hoarse voice chased him. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Like hell I will!" Azgan shouted back, flapping his wings harder, heading toward the Ancient Trinket forest.

The chase stretched on for over thirty hours — a furious game of cat and mouse.

Both moved faster than sonic booms, tearing through the air.

Black flames lashed behind Azgan, driving him to desperation. He knew a single mistake would be his last.

Finally, the edge of the Ancient Trinket forest appeared.

Relief surged through him — but so did dread.

Above, the Devil Crow’s presence loomed suddenly, its furious cries slicing the dark sky.

"I’ve caught you! Let’s see who saves you now!" a cold voice whispered.

Azgan barely had time to react before the Devil Crow’s massive metal-like claw swiped toward his head at terrifying speed.

Just as his skull felt moments from shattering, an invisible force yanked him aside.

A colossal tree, 30 to 40 meters tall, formed in midair — a grotesque monument of bone and flesh radiating chilling power in all directions.

The Lord of Chaos had appeared.

The Devil Crow screeched, frustrated, retracting its claw.

Azgan, clutching the stolen egg, exhaled in relief as the Lord of Chaos’s gaze settled on him.

That invisible force — the one that saved him — was the Lord’s intervention.

"You dare interfere, Lord of Chaos?" the Devil Crow spat, venom dripping from its voice.

The towering tree’s voice echoed through the Fourth Layer, resonant and grave:

"This realm has been mine since its birth. Its denizens dance to chaos’s rhythm. Your petty squabbles upset the harmony I wove and brought great disorder."

The colossal tree stretched its branches like shadowy tendrils, imposing order upon the chaotic energies. Even with all its might, the Devil Crow hesitated before it.

Seizing the chance, Azgan slipped away safely.

...

Hidden Chamber, Temple of Souls, Fortress of Soul Graves

Charles stood before a black coffin, voice steady but curious.

"So, how do I break this ’Space-Time seal’?"

"You need to break it." The swift reply echoed in his ears, making his lips twitch.

"No need to worry. The sword at your waist is more than enough to destroy the artifact," Thera answered calmly.

Nodding, Charles stepped closer to the golden-haired woman sitting in meditation and took the disk-like glass artifact from her hand.

...

Hidden Chamber, Temple of Death, Fortress of Soul Graves.

Charles stood before the black coffin and asked,

"So, how exactly do I break this ’Space-Time seal’?"

"You just need to use your sword to break it." The swift reply echoed in his ears, making the corner of his lips twitch.

"No need to worry. The sword at your waist is more than enough to destroy the artifact," Thera answered calmly.

Charles nodded and stepped closer to the golden-haired woman, who sat in meditation. He slowly stepped out of the astral plane, reappearing in the physical world.

At the same moment, a powerful surge of wisdom energy swept in from a distant region, flowing into the Space-Time sealed layer. Charles felt a strange, chilling sensation ripple through that power and tensed immediately.

"It’s not the power of the Evil God. It’s the Lord of Chaos—the ruler of this realm!" Thera said solemnly.

Suddenly, the Evil God stirred, disturbed by the foreign energy, and unleashed a strange force from within the coffin.

Seconds later, countless voices—human, demonic, and otherworldly—screamed inside Charles’s mind. Then, an eerie whisper, feminine and cold, echoed faintly.

Let me see what you are hiding—

Before the voice could take hold, a sharp pain flared on Charles’s neck, breaking the creeping corruption from invading his thoughts.

Grace’s interference.

Though still in elemental form, the pain startled him deeply.

"Wow, such a possessive sword you have," Thera chuckled softly.

Charles shook his head, eyes narrowing as he looked toward the coffin. He sensed no trace of wicked or corrupted energy moving his way.

"What...? That Evil Entity is afraid of your sword?" Thera asked, bewildered.

"You talk too much." Charles clicked his tongue, stepped closer to Thera’s original body, and took the disk-like glass artifact from her hand.

He took two steps back and placed it carefully on the floor.

"But how does your Fire Elemental Form avoid the Time Stop Seal—even here in the physical world?" Thera fired questions one after another.

Unbothered, Charles drew the long sword from his waist and slowly brought it toward the glass artifact.

As if sensing his intention, Grace trembled excitedly and released a hidden power.

In the next instant, the sword sliced clean through the disk, shattering the Space-Time seal.

A powerful ripple burst from the broken artifact, spreading in all directions, instantly nullifying the Time-Stop effect over the ruined fortress town.

Charles had no time to observe the aftermath. A suffocating presence pressed down on the chamber—the Evil God’s aura, stronger and more malevolent than before.

At the same moment, the golden-haired woman stirred from meditation, gasping for breath.

"Gasp Finally... I can breathe again! I can feel my body after so long," she exclaimed, excitement lacing her voice. Her eyes widened as the black coffin’s lid began to slide open.

"This is where the real fun begins," she said, rising unsteadily. "We should leave before it fully awakens—"

Before she finished, Charles released invisible strings from his hand, wrapping the black coffin.

But the strings began to tear under the coffin’s immense force.

"Let me help," Thera said, stepping forward. She conjured chains of pure lawful flame and sealed the coffin tightly on all sides.

"This should hold the Evil God inside for thirty minutes."

"That’s more than enough." Charles muttered, unleashing his full wisdom power in an instant, his gaze sweeping over a radius of more than a hundred kilometers.

The surge caused ripples through the air, shockwaves radiating in every direction.

At 900 wisdom points, Charles had far surpassed the Legendary realm, reaching a new peak.

He could now stand toe-to-toe with Demi-Gods like Rafael or Miguel from Miracle City.

He still wasn’t strong enough to challenge Udnir, but this time, he wouldn’t be overwhelmed.

His vision swept over the dense forest surrounding the fortress. Magical beasts stirred, Nick, Heath, and the others were visible at the outer camp, and he spotted several shadowed figures tracking their path.

Like him, Nick, Heath, the others, and even the magical beasts sensed the unknown force scanning them, their reactions varied.

The shadow-cloaked figures recoiled in shock, terrified by the invisible pressure. The powerful magical beasts growled, provoked, many locking onto Charles’s location and rushing toward the Fortress of Soul Graves with released wisdom power.

Nick, Heath, and the camp members looked pale and confused as the overwhelming energy swept through the area.

"Hmm, your spirit power is truly vast and boundless. But what are you doing? What do you hope to gain by revealing your location and drawing the attention of so many magical beasts? I wouldn’t be surprised if demons or worse came after you. And why block the Demon Lord from escaping the coffin?" Thera asked, her gaze sharp with curiosity.

"I need that coffin," Charles replied. "But neither of us is strong enough to defeat it outright."

"True enough," Thera nodded.

"That’s why I plan to let the magical beasts fight the Evil God—or whatever it is—while we sneak the coffin away," he said.

Charles conjured a bluish portal before him, stepping toward it—but then froze.

A thunderous voice, filled with pure wisdom power, rolled through the air, making it ripple.

You dare to steal my egg?

"Whose egg? Whose voice was that?" Thera asked, confused, looking toward the source.

"Must be the Devil Crow’s voice. Azgan must have entered its lair and stolen its egg. Perfect timing," Charles grinned.

Ignoring Thera’s puzzled glance, he stepped through the portal.

Thera followed closely, disappearing beside him.

Seconds later, they emerged outside the ruined city and soared swiftly toward the camp. The air hummed with tension; Charles’s wisdom power left a lingering ripple that unsettled the surroundings.

Flying beside him, Thera’s curiosity broke the silence.

"You said you’ll let others fight the entity in the coffin. Are you really involving the camp members and the magical beasts?"

"They’re not strong enough to face that being. No—my goal was never to fight it directly. I intend to use it for my own purpose," Charles said calmly.

Thera’s confusion deepened, but Charles paid it no mind, focusing on manipulating his wisdom power to increase their speed.