Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The moment the expanding ring touched them, their bodies began to disintegrate.

At first, it was gradual.

The edges of their arms and armor started crumbling into golden dust, as though their very existence was being erased piece by piece. Their flesh did not burn, nor was it torn apart. Instead, it simply ceased to remain whole, breaking into fine particles that drifted into the air like ash caught in sunlight.

One primordial leader cried out in disbelief as he watched his own hand dissolve before his eyes. Another tried desperately to retreat, but there was nowhere to run. The ring of golden light expanded too quickly, and once touched by it, there was no escape.

Their bodies continued to crumble.

Legs turned to dust, torsos began collapsing inward, and even the immense primordial power surrounding them shattered and dispersed under the force of Kazreth’s attack. The scene was horrifying beyond measure, because these were not ordinary warriors.

These were the supreme leaders of the primordial race, beings whose power stood near the peak of the universe, and yet before Kazreth they were helpless.

Below, Max and the others from Orion watched in frozen terror.

No one spoke.

No one could.

Even the strongest among them felt their minds go numb as they witnessed the impossible unfolding before their eyes.

Tamara’s face had gone pale, Edwin’s hands trembled on the hilt of his sword, and the elders of every great faction stood rooted in place, unable to comprehend what they were seeing.

One after another, the primordial leaders vanished.

Their bodies completely disintegrated into drifting dust, scattering into the wind as though they had never existed at all.

Soon only Lumon remained.

As the first to confront Kazreth and the one who had summoned the others, he stood at the center of the devastation, though by now half of his body had already dissolved into ash. His expression was filled not with rage, but with desperate resolve.

Then, just before the last of him disappeared, the third eye on his forehead flared with blinding brilliance.

Its light shone far brighter than before, pulsing with the force of a final desperate act, as though he had unleashed one last hidden ability in the final instant of his existence.

The brilliance lasted only a moment.

Then Lumon’s body fully collapsed into dust and scattered into the air, joining the others in oblivion.

Silence descended upon the battlefield once more.

And in the center of that silence stood Kazreth alone, untouched and unmoved, his faint smile unchanged, as though the destruction of six primordial leaders had cost him nothing at all.

The silence that followed the destruction of the six primordial leaders was suffocating.

No one dared move.

The battlefield, which only moments earlier had trembled under the clash of overwhelming powers, now seemed frozen beneath the shadow of Kazreth’s presence.

His golden ring still floated above his head, radiant and flawless, while the dust of the fallen primordial leaders drifted through the air like the final remnants of a forgotten age.

Kazreth stood unmoving at the center of it all, his expression calm, his golden eyes unreadable.

Then the sky changed.

A deep vibration rolled across the heavens, low and heavy, like the beating of an ancient heart awakening after countless ages. The clouds above the battlefield twisted violently, spiraling into vast whirlpools of golden and crimson light.

The very fabric of space trembled, and cracks of radiant energy spread across the sky as though the universe itself could no longer contain what was descending.

Every eye turned upward.

Then they appeared.

Four colossal pillars of light descended from the heavens, crashing into the battlefield in four separate directions around Kazreth. Each impact shook the land with such force that mountains in the far distance crumbled, and the ground beneath the armies of devils and primordials split apart into vast ravines.

From within those pillars, four figures slowly emerged.

The moment they revealed themselves, the atmosphere changed completely.

An aura unlike anything seen before swept across the battlefield.

It was immense, ancient, and crushing.

Even Kazreth’s overwhelming pressure seemed to meet resistance for the first time.

The first figure was a towering man clad in black and silver armor, his body wrapped in streams of dark primordial lightning. His long white hair flowed behind him like a storm cloud, and in his hand he carried a massive spear that radiated the power to pierce worlds.

The second was a woman draped in robes of deep blue light, her silver eyes glowing like twin moons. Around her floated ancient runes that pulsed with cosmic force, each one containing enough power to erase entire armies.

The third was a broad shouldered giant whose skin shone like molten bronze, etched with glowing crimson patterns that resembled rivers of fire. In his grasp rested a colossal war hammer, and every breath he exhaled caused the air itself to ignite.

The fourth figure was the most terrifying of all.

He wore no armor, only a long golden mantle that flowed behind him like liquid sunlight. His face was calm, almost serene, yet his eyes contained an ancient coldness that made even the strongest warriors tremble. Above his brow burned a crown shaped mark, shining with the authority of primordial origin itself.

The moment these four fully stepped onto the battlefield, every primordial warrior in the distance fell to one knee.

Even the devils paused in their slaughter.

Because everyone knew who had arrived.

These were the Four Primarchs.

The true supreme rulers of the primordial race.

The hidden pillars whose existence was known only to the highest ranks.

Each of them possessed power near the very peak of the universe, and together they represented the greatest force the primordial race could summon.

For the first time since his arrival, Kazreth’s faint smile deepened.

At last, his expression showed genuine interest.

”So,” he said softly, his voice carrying across the battlefield like a whisper of doom, ”the real rulers have finally come.”

The four Primarchs said nothing at first.

They merely stood in silence, surrounding Kazreth from four directions, their immense auras rising like boundless oceans.