Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2629: Silence

Heraʼs laughter echoed across the arena. Her heels clicked softly as she walked a circle around the monk, savoring the spectacle like a queen admiring her latest conquest. With a sly smile, she leaned toward Ashaka.

”What do you think, monk… are you ready to surrender?”

Ashaka didnʼt speak. His breath was heavy, his eyes—empty and dull. Slowly, he shook his head.

But it wasnʼt his will that moved him. That much was clear.

A ripple of panic surged through the Earth factionʼs corner.

Julian was the first to rise to his feet, outrage. ”What are you doing?!!! Let him go!”

Hera turned slightly, a mischievous curl tugging at her lips. ”Itʼs not me, really… He keeps resisting. He just doesnʼt want to give up.”

Then, like a silent spell, her thoughts pierced their minds—every one of the Earth warriors in the box heard her voice within.

Fury erupted within the Earth fighters. If Thrax had been present, he would have already torn through the arena walls to get to her. Morgana and Chumo remained silent, but their tense stances spoke volumes. They were ready to act.

Klea raised a hand, her voice firm, commanding. ”Stand down.”

Silence returned, heavy and tense. Kleaʼs eyes locked on Hera, doing everything in her power to keep her composure. ”Tell me... What do you want?”

Hera clapped her hands lightly, amused. ”You indeed are the smart one…” Her smile widened as she extended a single finger, pointing directly at the quietest figure in the back.

Damo.

”The boy,” she said sweetly. ”Send him next. Thatʼs what I want.”

Gasps filled the Earth box.

Damo? Of all people? The youngest, the least experienced?

Julian looked at Klea. ”Sheʼs toying with us.”

But Kleaʼs unease went deeper. With Ashakaʼs life hanging by a thread, Hera couldʼve asked for their strongest fighter and force to surrender. Yet she had chosen Damo.

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But she was too late. Damo was already walking into the arena, composed, resolute.

”I am here, let my master go”.

Klea reached for him, but hesitated. There was no solution. No move she could make without risking Ashaka.

Heraʼs eyes glinted with satisfaction as Damo stepped into the arena. She leaned close to Ashaka and whispered something inaudible.

And then, to everyoneʼs shock, Ashaka turned to the crowd and said clearly, ”I surrender.”

The arena erupted.

Hermes and Iris jumped to the center, whipping the crowd into a frenzy.

”What a stunning performance from our Queen Hera!” Hermes boomed.

”Spectacular!!” Iris added, her voice echoing. ”The score is now four to four! These duels are only growing better by the second!”

The crowds roared with excitement.

Yet while the Olympians celebrated, the Earth faction remained frozen. Not a single cheer passed their lips.

Kleaʼs heart dropped. Her instincts screamed. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

Ashaka was walking toward Earthʼs corner, and he was about to pass Damo.

Damo stood calmly, his head slightly bowed in respect as his master approached. But Klea saw it—saw the way the divine aura around him flickered unnaturally. Ŗ𝖆ɴоΒЕṨ

Hera had not released him from her control.

Kleaʼs face drained of color.

”No!!… Damo, get back!!”

Her voice shattered the silence, but it was too late.

The entire arena seemed to freeze in time as Ashaka stopped a few paces in front of Damo. His hands began to rise—not to strike, not to embrace—but to form a seal.

Damoʼs eyes widened. ”Master?”

The eight-armed silhouette of the Asura flashed behind him, an echo of divine rage barely visible for a second.

Then came the tremor.

Klea thought that Ashaka would land a surprise attack on Damo, but Ashakaʼs attack was not outward, but inward. A pulse of divine energy surged inside him, radiating from his core.

And then—

BOOM.

”NOOOO!!!” Klea screamed.

The arena was frozen in shock as an explosion of divine energy burst from Ashakaʼs chest. Blood gushed from his mouth, ears, and eyes in terrifying streams. A crackling, dreadful sound followed as his spirit core shattered from within. Blood splattered across Damoʼs robes as he dropped to his knees, catching Ashakaʼs falling body.

”Master...” he whispered, trembling.

Across the Earth side, all warriors surged in panic.

Klea was the first to move.

But dozens of Magus guards surged forward. Wards lit up across the edges of the arena like a golden net—one that shimmered and pulsed, blocking her path. Julian, Titus, Armenius, and Hardy followed close behind, each one erupting in panic and fury.

”Master!!”

But they, too, were halted.

”Let us through!” Julian growled, punching the barrier.

The guards didnʼt move. They didnʼt have to.

A dedicated team of healers raced to the arena, but it was already too late. Most magus knew this. The destruction of a spirit core was absolute.

Without it… not even the soul could remain intact.

Ashaka was dying in Damoʼs arms—

The arena thundered with the sound of Kronos supporters cheering in cruel ignorance. Hermes and Iris took to the stage once more, their voices echoing across the coliseum.

Kleaʼs voice tore through the noise, raw and furious.

”YOU!” she pointed at Hera, ”You did this! You forced him into it!”

Hera simply shrugged. ”Me? Oh, no, dear. Thatʼs what happens when someone uses a forbidden technique. He paid the price. Thatʼs all.”

”Liar!” Titus roared.

”You witch!” Armenus spat.

But Hera didnʼt even flinch.

The Earth corner erupted into fury, voices rising in protest. Yet no answer came—only the distant drumming of Kronosʼ approval.

And through it all, Damo knelt.

The dying elder in his arms was not just his master—he was the parent who had raised him when he was just a filthy infant abandoned at the temple gates. The man who had nurtured him, guided him, and shaped him.

The pain radiated across the arena like a silent shockwave.

This had been Heraʼs plan all along. She had intentionally chosen Damo—the one person Ashaka cared for most—to inflict the deepest sorrow.

Damoʼs arms cradled his masterʼs body. The warmth of life was fading from his flesh.

Yet… there was one final movement.

Ashakaʼs trembling hand rose—barely.

His blood-soaked fingers brushed against Damoʼs forehead, leaving a streak of crimson. His eyes opened for the last time—glassy, dimming, yet locked with terrifying clarity.

No words were spoken.

But in that gaze was everything.

Damo gritted his teeth, his entire body shaking.

”I understand, Master,” he whispered. ”Rest in peace.”

Ashakaʼs hand slipped away.

The last second-generation Earth Warrior… has passed.