Earth's Greatest Magus

The clash between Shiva and Ifrit tore apart the very laws governing the Frozen Throne.

Two Acons-ancient sovereigns of opposing absolutes-collided within the

same domain, and reality strained under the contradiction. Infernal fire roared outward in violent waves as Ifrit unleashed its wrath, fists of molten flame hammering into the spectral body of the Ice Goddess. Each impact detonated into storms of steam and shattered frost, yet Shiva did not retreat. She did not need to.

This was her battleground.

The runes around the chamber glows intensely and the temperature plummeted beyond mortal comprehension. Ifrit’s flames were compressed, crushed inward by absolute cold, its blazing form dimming as layers of divine frost crept across its burning limbs. Though born an Aeon equal in origin, it was an intruder here-its authority weakened, its existence rejected by the domain itself.

It would not endure much longer.

Eeshoo saw it immediately.

“We need to leave-now!” he shouted, his voice nearly drowned by the howling collision of laws. “Did you find her yet?”

With spatial magic pushed to its absolute limit and divine sense flaring like a burning star, the Dark Avatar swept through the chamber again. Space folded and unfolded around him as he blinked from statue to statue, examining every frozen figure in ruthless detail.

Once.

Twice.

Hundreds of statues.

And yet there was no Klea.

The conclusion settled heavily in his chest. Either she had never been trapped among these frozen remnants, or something far worse had already occurred beyond this chamber. The instant that certainty settled in, Eeshoo made his decision.

“Retreat,!!” he called out sharply. “We leave now.”

The plan was clear: withdraw immediately while Ifrit still held the battlefield, before Shiva’s suppression completely closed in. But the Frozen Throne did not allow such an escape.

The Ice Goddess spoke again.

Her voice descended like an immutable law, cold and absolute.

“Those who have called upon another Aeon within this trial… shall not depart.” At once, the space behind them convulsed. Divine runes ignited across the rear gate, sealing layer after layer in rapid succession. The exit closed with finality, cutting off all retreat.

Shiva’s displeasure was unmistakable. The summoning of Ifrit had violated her domain, and the punishment was immediate.

The temperature dropped further, the air itself growing heavy and unyielding. They were trapped.

Before Eeshoo could reposition, the Ice Goddess unleashed her wrath.

A surging glacial tide burst forth from the frozen floor, crystallizing midair into a devastating technique-Glacier Sovereign’s. Dozens of colossal ice spears formed within the wave, each one carved with divine runes and driven by absolute zero, their tips screaming as they tore through space itself. The entire barrage converged on Eeshoo with murderous precision, leaving no path of escape.

The Aeon of Flame roared and interposed itself without hesitation, its burning fists smashing apart the majority of the barrage in violent detonations of steam and shattered ice. Eeshoo’s spirit weapons followed, intercepting the remaining spears in flashes of fire and light-

But Shiva’s will was relentless.

A few spear slipped through the inferno

It pierced the storm, carrying Shiva’s will.

Eeshoo felt death close in.

Before he could react, Jinkan moved.

She leapt forward instinctively, activating a final artifact she had never intended to use within this domain-a Tier-8 royal armor, forged exclusively for Nephilim blood of her status. Golden light enveloped her body as layered energy barriers unfolded in rapid succession, each one interlocking with the next.

The spears struck.

For a brief, impossible moment, it held.

Then Shiva’s authority rejected it.

The armor’s runes destabilized violently, their power crushed under Aeon-level suppression. The backlash exploded inward, tearing through Jinkan’s defenses and hurling her backward, blood blooming across the frost as her body lost

balance.

“Jinkan!”

Eeshoo abandoned all restraint.

He surged forward, wings flaring as he caught her midair, wrapping her tightly in his arms before pulling away from the collapsing battlefield. Panic etched itself across his face as he poured every remaining ounce of power into escape, prioritizing her safety above all else.

Jinkan clutched him instinctively, stunned by pain-but more shaken by the fear she saw in his expression.

“You… You still care…” She muttered to herself. She held him tightly, as if afraid

to let go.

“Emery-let’s leave!” Eeshoo shouted desperately.

But the Dark Avatar did not turn back.

He was not merely a clone or a tool of will-he was the embodiment of Emery’s emotions, given form and autonomy.. Rage coiled tightly around his

consciousness.

He refused to leave without answers.

Stepping forward alone, he moved closer to the towering statue of the Ice Goddess. The pressure of Shiva’s domain crushed down upon him from every direction, frost biting into his form, yet he continued without hesitation, eyes locked onto the divine figure as if daring her to respond.

“Daurgototh.”

The Khaos Guardian of the Death Gate answered.

A massive surge of abyssal blue flame erupted behind the Dark Avatar, tearing open space itself as draconic form emerged. Its presence distorted reality, death-law authority colliding violently with Shiva’s ice dominion. Two ancient forces-Acon authority and Khaos-clashed, neither willing to yield.

The collision birthed catastrophe.

A spiraling death-frost maelstrom formed around Emery, an icy tornado infused with void and decay that ripped through the chamber with apocalyptic force. Ancient walls cracked and split, the Frozen Throne groaning as divine structures fractured under the strain. Ice sculptures shattered by the dozens, exploding into shards.

The Khaos energy was capable of resisting the suffocating cold, forming a tenuous shield against Shiva’s absolute domain. However, with Eeshoo retreating without pause, the battlefield shifted entirely onto Emery.

Ice elementals and towering golems closed in from every direction. They moved in coordinated silence, ranks tightening as the Frozen Throne itself seemed to guide them. Frost cracked beneath their advance, massive crystalline limbs grinding together as they formed an encirclement around Emery-an execution formation meant to crush him utterly, body and soul

alike.

The pressure mounted.

And then- The hidden power of the Death Gate revealed itself.

From within the shattered ice, the once-frozen bodies stirred.

Preserved challengers-those who had failed, those who had been claimed by

the Frozen Throne-began to rise. Death seeped into them like a second breath. Blue flames ignited within hollow eyes, and frost-coated limbs moved once

more under Emery’s command.

The dead answered his call.

Dozens rose.

They turned upon the ice elementals without hesitation, clashing violently as

death met divine frost in a brutal, unnatural war.

“TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!!!” the Dark Avatar roared, his voice shaking the

chamber itself. “WHERE IS KLEA!!?!”

From the rear of the battlefield, Eeshoo stared in disbelief.

He watched as Emery stood alone against an ancient goddess, commanding the

dead and waging war within an Aeon’s domain.

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This chapter concludes the month of December and year 2025, and once again,

I would like to express my gratitude for your support. I hope it has been an

enjoyable read.

Spoiler for next month’s chapter will be the reveal of Klea’s situation and the continuation on the Nephilims arcs.

Thank you so much for your continued support and patience. I truly appreciate it, and I look forward to sharing more with you in the coming months.