2265 - The Birth of the Fourth
Whoosh
Glacion reached the edge of the cliff. Only a few steps separated him from Pitso, who was lying on his stomach asleep, and Harper, who was kneeling, but he could not advance any further. He could sense several layers of barriers and arrays that could only be bypassed with a specific key—it might be a card, a ring, or another type of identification method—but the result was the same; only certain people could enter.
So he stood there, staring directly at Lord Robin.
The distance between them was about thirty meters. Robin was sitting there, still writing something, slowly, with complete focus, as if the entire world was not worth lifting his head for. The world was collapsing around him; there was a strange Guardian like Glacion standing directly before him, and a massive vortex of laws towering in the sky, yet he paid no attention to anything.
"So this is... Lord Robin, the next Great Truth Chosen for the current generation." Then he looked around slowly, his eyes moving between the symbols and the turbulent currents of laws. "Or should I say... the Master Laws Chosen?"
"Ugh..." Servon raised his head with difficulty and stared at Robin as well. His presence beside Glacion slightly eased the fluctuations of the laws around him. "...Yes, that's him, but he seems..."
"Looks like what?" Glacion turned downward quickly—any new piece of information he could obtain would serve as an additional fragment in the final picture he was trying to construct inside his mind.
"Looks like… wounded…" Servon said with difficulty, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Even after the Calamity of Coronation Day… he looked better… I'll never forget his appearance… that day…"
"Wounded?" Glacion turned his gaze back toward Robin intensely, his brows deeply furrowed.
He had never seen Robin before, so he didn't know his optimal condition, and outwardly, there was no visible wound or injury—but nothing on this planet made sense anyway.
If the truth of his injury was pieced together with all these space beasts, Holak's words about him fighting the Space Beast Ancestor, and the phenomenon of the Master Laws…
Glacion's heart pounded heavily.
Lord Robin used the Master Laws to prevent the invasion of a Space Beast Ancestor, and came out alive?!
Then he looked around like a madman…
Dozens of Royal Spirit Masters, thousands of black wasps, numerous Note Armadas hovering around the planet… Creation at the Third Level, Causality at the Third Level, Balance at the Second Level, and of course, Truth at the Fourth Level.
Are these things really enough to fight an Ancestor Space Beast? The Ancestor that drove away Athena and turned the Cosmic Elder into an old man?
No, there is definitely a missing piece—
Booooooom
The golden light suddenly intensified.
If the atmosphere before was golden, as if the planet were near three suns, now it seemed as if they were standing on the surface of the sun itself.
"…!!!" Glacion held his breath and opened his eyes wide, not daring to lift his head quickly to see what was happening.
For the first time in millions of years… he felt terror.
At this moment, Glacion felt like a tiny insect, with a colossal entity above him about to step on him with a shoe without even noticing his existence.
Without moving his body, his eye cast a sideways glance toward the battlefield where Holak was leading the fight against the Space Beasts, which had suddenly fallen silent.
Their situation at that moment was no better than his, as expected.
All the fervor Holak had instilled in them, all the fear that had driven them to move, and all their attempts to regain control of themselves became worthless in that moment. They all returned to kneeling, and some had completely fainted.
Only Holak remained standing.
There he was, wringing his hands and grinding his teeth in rage, likely from helplessness and the feeling of weakness in the face of what was happening. Then he turned only his head toward Robin, looking up at the mountain with a strange gaze filled with both respect and reproach at the same time.
“..?!” Glacion was surprised by Holak's movement.
So he too gathered all the courage, experience, and will he had to fight his inner instinct, which was screaming at him to stay still and not move.
And he looked up.
It was a cube.
A cube moving slowly, with asymmetrical vertical and horizontal strips on it. From whatever angle you looked at it, you would see a different shape and a different distribution of lines, as if its form was constantly changing without actually changing.
That cube was exerting a terrifying pressure on them, pressing down on the entire planet, like a volcanic sphere placed on a small piece of ice, intending to destroy and crush it. Yet it remained above, moving very slowly, watching in silence.
A grid-like cube, with five different geometric shapes drawn on each of its sides that the human mind could not fully comprehend or trace their details, as if it were a blatant challenge to anyone trying to understand it.
“…Five…” Glacion's mind was struck by lightning.
Could it be that what he was seeing now was the Fifth-Level Spacetime?
The Fifth?!
When the Ruler of Chaos possessed the Fifth Level of Primordial Chaos, she was already clashing with all the Behemoths of her era. She broke necks as she pleased and trampled heads as she desired, and no matter how many enemies allied against her, they could not eliminate her.
At the Fifth Level, Athena showed the universe the true meaning of tyranny.
The Cosmic Elder, at the Fifth Level, fought the Space Beasts of the First Wave, killed Adult Space Beasts, united an entire front against them, and led a number of Behemoths in protecting humanity.
At the Fifth Level, Zolan managed to convince the powers of the universe to fight under his banner.
The Archon fought three Behemoths and triumphed at the Fifth Level of Causality, then declared an end to the pursuit and the war that had never ceased in its aim to take his head. Afterward, he began laying the true foundations of the guild.
At the Fifth Level, Sevar seized the universe by the throat through a Huge Criminal Organization, and no one could open their mouth against him.
The beginning of the legend of The Three and their true existence started from the Fifth Level, and because they became nearly invincible upon reaching it, they were able to live long enough to reach the Sixth... and even if they did not reach the Sixth, they would remain at the top.
“…” Glacion stared into Robin’s golden eyes, his body trembling and his gaze unfocused.
He had witnessed the birth of the Fourth.