Chapter 1113
Episode 258: The Predator of All Dimensions (3)

A sudden surge of heat rose in Siron’s throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had taken an internal injury the moment the battle began. His body was already battered from relentless fighting without a single second’s rest over consecutive days. Until now, the warriors of the Demon God Corps had failed to pierce Siron’s hardened body—but Keliak was different.

Invisible attacks kept raining down.

His vision, once darkened, now blazed white again, as if staring directly into the sun. His eyes felt like they were burning.

The pain was bearable, but the real problem was that he couldn’t pinpoint Keliak’s location. He couldn’t even gauge the exact distance to those who had come close to provide cover.

‘This isn’t just light magic… It’s reality manipulation.’

Just as Siron had suspected.

Keliak could execute powerful distortions and manipulations without the Demon God Stone. Calmly analyzing Keliak’s abilities, Siron focused his mind.

“Everyone, stay calm. This opponent is one mistake away from death.”

Even with his sight gone, Siron relied on his instincts.

The flow of power.

He quickly shifted the energy he usually used for internal force into a heightened sixth sense. It was like trying to see through frosted glass—frustratingly unclear—but for Siron, it was enough.

“Reality manipulation that clouds vision. Are you holding up?”

Bando was experiencing the same phenomenon.

Unlike the other warriors, only these two had their sight obscured. That meant Keliak was especially focused on them.

“We’re fine.”

But Keliak’s power wasn’t lacking—he wasn’t just blinding these two out of weakness.

A deep rumble filled the air.

All around, spheres of magical energy formed—some shining pure white like miniature suns, others black as if swallowing entire spaces.

The Realm of Light, the Realm of Darkness.

Only Keliak of the Demon God Corps had reached this magical terminus across all dimensions. Dozens of massive spheres, towering like mountains, swallowed the sky without regard for the White Fleet.

Crackling, grinding, and a thunderous roar!

“K-Keliak, sir!”

“Graaah!”

The fleet was being sucked into the spheres, the deafening blasts and screams of the Demon God Corps echoing across the battlefield. Keliak’s power disrupted every ship’s operation, leaving no chance to flee the slaughter.

Resistance was futile—and no one even tried. It seemed routine; those lucky enough to dodge the spheres remained silent.

“Still, today is both joyous and bittersweet. Once I annihilate you all, I’ll never have to fight like this again… Let’s have some fun, 677th Dimension.”

As his words ended, beams of light shot diagonally from the spheres filling the sky.

Countless rays of light and darkness fell like rain—magical energy of two opposing elements. The horrific, merciless downpour quickly blanketed the entire battlefield.

The soft rustling sound was like leaves brushing together, but each drop held the power to tear through not only the White Fleet but even the Golden Fleet like paper.

“Everyone, regroup at Laprarosa! Hurry!”

Murakan shouted urgently. He had been protecting their forces alongside Veil, but the moment he saw Keliak’s rain, he knew many would die.

Laprarosa was the only ship still functioning properly. But using its Pluto Cannon to clear the rain and support the warriors was too risky. Instead, it poured all its power into forming a protective shield.

“Ugh!”

“Brother Tantal!”

The Pluto Clan at the front lines took the brunt of the attack first. A beam pierced straight through the center of Tantal’s radiant heart, driving into the ground.

Spears seemed to embed themselves across the entire visible earth. Grasping the spear that pierced his heart, Tantal looked back at his brothers.

“Grr… Go! Go, brothers…!”

Moments later, his body was impaled by spears, and most of the nearby foot soldiers died the same way.

“Brothers, overload your radiant hearts! Don’t die in vain—we have to hold on, even if just for a second!”

Between the black and white spears, faint blue lightning flickered—the last spark of the dying foot soldiers.

It wasn’t meaningless. Though brief, the spears faltered under their power, allowing some to survive.

But from the center to the rear, the entire front line had collapsed. Unless the rain stopped, they would never form a proper defense again.

“What are you waiting for? Go and kill the fleeing enemies. Throw your bodies into the fight so they have no hope left.”

Keliak’s words.

To charge into that rain of light and darkness was essentially a death sentence—even for allies.

Only warriors could properly pursue. Yet the Demon God Corps obeyed orders.

Like fanatics, they disembarked and charged at retreating allies. Most died within two steps.

Those who died became nothing but a handful of magical energy, absorbed into Keliak’s body. From the start, he never intended to spare most of his subordinates.

He believed it was better for them to become his power than to continue existing. The magic of non-warriors was like a drop in the ocean, but Keliak greedily devoured them all.

“Damn lunatic!”

Clang! Orgal’s sword struck Keliak’s shield.

“You always get worked up when you see me. Orgal, chosen by the witch. Even she must regret that choice by now, right? Ah, but since there’s no alternative, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, this will be the last time you see me.”

“If this world truly falls, all that awaits you is endless void.”

“You worry about me? How amusing.”

“You want Siron? You’re just a man pretending to transcend everything. In the end, you want someone by your side—someone who understands you, who accepts you. That’s why you cling to Octavia, isn’t it? Ugh!”

Suddenly, a massive pillar of light descended from the sky, striking Orgal. It came from one of the highest spheres forming the rain—the core of the Realm of Light.

“Graaah!”

The magic that had taken Orgal’s life hundreds of times across countless dimensions trapped him inside the pillar. He struggled but couldn’t break through.

Then, a concentrated scarlet blade sliced through the pillar binding him. Seizing the chance, Orgal escaped, gasping for breath—his body melting away.

“I can recover. Be careful!”

A pillar of darkness followed, but Luna barely dodged the black column.

Not completely—its edge grazed her shoulder.

She quickly checked the wound.

‘The part touched by the black energy… is disappearing!?’

Only about half a finger’s width—just skin and muscle. Even if cut by a blade or magic, it wouldn’t be fatal or even a serious injury.

But Keliak’s Realm of Darkness magic was different.

‘It’s completely gone, as if it never existed!’

Before three seconds passed, the touched area vanished as if erased by an eraser.

Instinctively, she knew that even the Holy King Rani couldn’t restore the lost skin and muscle. The affected area was small, and there was no pain beyond the disappearance.

Still, the pressure of ‘being erased from existence’ was unlike any ordinary injury. The pain of a blade or fire couldn’t compare.

If the black magic had touched a vital spot like her head or heart, even Luna—who had reached warrior level—could have died without warning.

Moreover, even if the vanished area didn’t cause immediate problems, there was no guarantee it wouldn’t grow. Like mold spreading, the erased parts could expand.

Her worst fears soon came true.

Luna confirmed the wound was slowly but surely expanding. At this rate, her entire body would be erased within a day—maybe as soon as twelve hours. And once a certain amount was gone, even if alive, she wouldn’t be able to fight. Death would come even sooner.

“Everyone, be careful! Even a graze from the black magic means the end.”

“Hey, Luna, the end?!”

“Your existence is being erased. Orgal, prepare for the next attack!”

For Orgal, this was his first encounter with the Realm of Darkness magic. Keliak hadn’t needed to use it when finishing off other versions of Orgal from different dimensions.

Even the power of a warrior couldn’t overcome this magic. Luna’s warrior status was the only reason she hadn’t vanished instantly.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Orgal cursed himself, knowing that if he’d been more cautious, Luna wouldn’t have been hurt.

But he had to shake it off. Against an opponent like this, survival meant focusing every sense on the battle. Gripping his sword tightly, Orgal prepared for what came next.

Just a brush against them, and their very existence would be erased.

With such an overwhelmingly powerful enemy who also possessed this ability, the Changsung of the alliance found it nearly impossible to launch an aggressive attack.

“There’s no way out. At the very least, if we could fight without leaving even the slightest wound, maybe we could create some kind of opening. But what else can we do?”

Just as Luna thought this, a figure appeared in the distance.

A member of the King Tribe was charging through the rain of Kelliak’s assault, carrying someone on their back, heading straight toward the Changsung.

“Brother Beliz!?”

It was Beliz, the Seventh King—six spears were lodged all over her body, yet she was carrying Valeria on her back. And Valeria called out to the Changsung.

“I’ll try to block the manipulation and distortion. I think I can do it…!”