Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Max walked down the corridor, his steps heavy with unease. Emperor Hermes had just informed him that Lady Divine wanted to see him alone. He pushed the door open to his chamber, where the faint scent of herbs and glowing runes filled the air. Lenavira still lay curled on the bed, her breathing shallow, while Lady Divine stood beside her with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes sharp and unreadable.

The moment Max stepped inside, her voice cut through the silence. ”I’ve found out what caused her to fall into the Dark Elf state.”

Max froze in place, his brows furrowing. ”What?” he asked quickly, curiosity and dread knotting his chest.

Lady Divine’s gaze shifted from Lenavira to him. Her next words were calm but heavy. ”Infernal energy.”

The name alone made Max tremble unconsciously, as if a chill had passed down his spine. His heart skipped a beat.

”Infernal... energy?” His voice lowered, his expression darkening visibly. ”How could it be infernal energy?” His mind raced, disbelief flashing in his eyes. ”In the Middle Domain, that’s nearly impossible! There are only a few caves in the Lower Domain where traces of infernal energy exist, and even then, one has to be marked with the infernal demon tattoo just to wield the smallest portion. How could she—?” He broke off, shaking his head. ”This doesn’t make sense.”

Lady Divine sighed lightly, her expression grave. ”From what I can sense, this was no accident. Someone intentionally did this to her. They forced infernal energy into her system, corrupting her bloodline until it dragged her into her dark self. That is what triggered her transformation.”

Max’s fists clenched at his sides as his gaze turned solemn. ’Someone... intentionally?’

His mind replayed the scene of Lenavira in that cursed city, chained by the Void Soul Tower. His voice came out low, tight with anger. ”Could it have been the Void Soul Tower? When I found her, she was their prisoner. Did they do this to her?” But even before that she was in her dark elf form.

Lady Divine shook her head slightly. ”That, I cannot confirm. But regardless of who did it, the truth remains: if the infernal energy remains in her, it will consume her completely. Even as we speak, it’s spreading slowly through her meridians, corrupting her from within.” Her face deepened with seriousness. ”To save her, I must purge the infernal energy out of her body. But that process...” she sighed, ”will take time. Days, perhaps months.”

Max hesitated. His gaze flickered to Lenavira’s still body, then back to Lady Divine. His voice dropped, low but steady. ”Infernal energy doesn’t affect me.”

Lady Divine blinked, her brows rising faintly.

Max continued, his tone solemn. ”I can devour it. If there’s a way, tell me how to draw it out of her. I’ll consume every trace of it myself to help her.”

For a rare moment, Lady Divine’s composed face cracked with surprise. ”What?!” She looked at Max, her sharp eyes scanning him intensely as if to confirm his words. Then, slowly, her lips curved into a knowing smile, and she gave a small nod. ”No wonder.”

”No wonder what?” Max asked, confused.

”No wonder I felt something familiar toward you from the moment I saw you,” she said softly, her eyes glimmering with recognition, though she didn’t elaborate further.

Before Max could press her for answers, Lady Divine lifted her right hand. At once, her pale skin darkened, turning a deep crimson shade as if blood itself had come alive under her flesh. A suffocating aura erupted, filling the chamber. Dark red steam hissed from her palm, spreading in all directions, twisting the very air itself.

Max’s eyes widened, his heart pounding. His body stiffened in shock. The aura rolling off her was unmistakable. ”Infernal... energy?” he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Lady Divine’s hand pulsed with it—controlled, refined, and stable, as though it were no different than mana.

Max stepped back, unable to stop his shock. ”You... You can control infernal energy?” His voice was incredulous. ”How? How is that possible?”

”I could ask you the same,” Lady Divine replied with a faint, knowing smile, her sharp eyes glinting like stars hidden in the depths of a night sky. ”But let’s not go down that route. Some questions... are better left for later.”

Max frowned lightly, still unsettled, but said nothing.

Lady Divine turned her attention back to Lenavira. Her voice became calm yet commanding, each word laced with authority. ”Currently, the infernal energy has completely intertwined with her mana channels. They are fused so deeply that if I try to forcefully rip them apart, her meridians will collapse. That would cripple her strength forever.” She looked at Max firmly. ”So, I will separate them using a rune formation. When I succeed, you will step in and extract the infernal energy. Can you do that?”

Max’s eyes hardened. He nodded without hesitation. ”I can.”

”Good.” Lady Divine’s lips curved faintly, the seriousness in her expression softening by a fraction. With a wave of her hand, the chamber filled with light as countless runes unfolded into the air like blooming flowers of golden ink. They floated, humming, before weaving together into delicate circles that surrounded Lenavira’s body.

Max’s gaze sharpened as he studied the scene. Three massive rune formations anchored the smaller ones, acting like pillars that drew the runes into harmony. Their glow wrapped around Lenavira like a cocoon of shifting symbols.

He recognized none of them. Not a single rune. And that realization hit him harder than expected. ’I know runes. I’ve studied them. I can create them... But compared to this... my knowledge is nothing.’

The sheer intricacy of her control left him speechless. She was weaving them in real-time, adding and removing strokes as though sketching on invisible paper, adjusting angles like one tuning the strings of an instrument. Each rune that vanished collapsed into light.

Each rune that appeared shifted the entire formation, aligning it with absolute precision. It was like watching someone rearrange the stars.

The work dragged on for hours. The only sounds in the room were the low hums of the formations, Lady Divine’s faint breaths, and Lenavira’s fragile heartbeat.