At the residence of the Beast God, in the Great Forest, Perseu was struggling to chase Leo, the Sacred Beast, with all his baby power, while he ran circles around him.
"Gwaaaa! Hyaaaa!" Perseu roared in his baby-warrior dialect as he ran with boundless motivation, trying to grab Leo.
The scene was somewhat cute. Leo trotted fast enough to look like he was playing, but slow enough to keep the baby motivated.
Aisha was seated in an armchair nearby, calmly reading a grimoire on Barrier Magic.
In her lap, little Aurora slept deeply, breathing softly.
There was a special concern about who watched Aurora — and that concern was simple: could that person deal with Random Teleportation?
Selene had already tried to take care of her alone once. Five minutes were enough to lose sight of the baby.
Aurora reappeared hanging from a ceiling beam, completely calm. Fortunately, Ghislaine was nearby and followed her scent instantly.
After that, Random Teleportation became a very serious matter.
Aurora could only teleport a few meters… but it was still problematic.
Aisha, however, could handle it easily using Disturb Magic.
Iris and Diana were bathing with Ghislaine at that moment, so she was responsible for taking care of those two little rascals for the time being.
At the exact moment Aisha turned a page, something caught her attention. She looked at Leo — he was glowing blue.
Perseu stopped, eyes wide, amazed by the glow.
"Woof?" Leo barked, as confused as Aisha.
But Aisha reacted first.
In an instant, she raised her hand toward the Sacred Beast, moving her mana in a second.
"Disturb Magic!"
The blue light flickered violently. Aisha recognized the phenomenon immediately — someone was trying to summon the Sacred Beast.
She had already seen her Master testing that magic before.
And for that to be possible, that someone needed to have more mana than the current summoner.
And Leo's summoner was none other than Rygar.
Aisha's heart froze.
It was unlikely someone would simply overcome Rygar like that.
She quickly realized that Disturb Magic would only delay the inevitable. Dropping the grimoire, she ran to a nearby pouch, pulled out a scroll and opened it immediately.
The magic circle written on it glowed, forming a transparent barrier around Leo.
But she did not stop.
She took a deep breath and began to cast a new spell:
"Those who challenged the firmament were silenced beneath their own shadow.
The first raised his wings to touch the sun — and was crushed by the light.
The second sought to break the chains of the wind — and became a prisoner of the air.
The third understood the weight of the sky — and knelt in reverence.
Before the will that rules the high heavens, no movement is free,
no gesture is allowed, no step is taken without divine consent.
— Heaven's Restriction Barrier!"
As she spoke, she raised walls of earth, sliding Aurora and Perseu away as if they were on a slide, protecting them behind her.
Golden lights appeared in the air, forming overlapping magic circles. Leo remained perfectly still — he knew Aisha would not do anything to hurt him.
The yellow barrier closed around Leo, and the blue light in his body was interrupted immediately.
Silence.
Aisha let out a long sigh of relief.
This was a King-level Barrier Magic she had not yet fully mastered, so she recited the incantations as fast as possible.
Fortunately, it was enough.
It was then that the door was forcefully kicked open. Ghislaine burst into the hall like a gale, hand on Hiramune's hilt, ready to behead the first enemy she saw.
She stopped when she saw Aisha, the children, and Leo protected by a Barrier. Confusion crossed her face — followed by relaxation when she confirmed everyone was safe.
Aisha opened a radiant smile, put both hands on her hips, proud:
"Don't worry, Ghislaine! Crisis averted!"
Ghislaine breathed in relief, nodding. Aisha then quickly explained what had happened.
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Unknown to the two, on the other side of the world, in the Magic City of Sharia…
Rudeus Greyrat, standing before the extinguished magic circle, sighed deeply.
Another attempt to summon a Guardian Beast had failed.
"Again…" he murmured. "First I summoned Arumanfi, and now my Summoning was blocked...?"
Roxy, Sara and the rest of the family watched confused. After comforting Rudeus for a few moments, he finally began his third attempt.
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Meanwhile, in the only port city of the Demon Continent, Wind Port, an unusual scene was unfolding.
The day was sunny, near noon. The sea shimmered under the intense sunlight — and, as always, was full of sea monsters.
Swimming in that ocean was something only a madman would do.
Or, of course, someone strong enough to ignore the danger.
At that moment, a huge Ebony Wolf cut through the waters calmly, as if it were its natural habitat.
It was Skoll, the Beast God's first mascot.
Lately, Skoll had become even more deadly, consuming Demon Beast cores of the wolf type using a special method mentioned in the Future Guide.
The result was that he was now as dangerous as an adult dragon — and, in combat, probably superior to many of them. An authentic Rank S creature, perhaps even SS, depending on who judged.
Near him, diving and swimming cheerfully, was a woman with red hair tied in a bun.
Eris Adoldia.
She wore a bikini that did little to hide her athletic and seductive curves.
After she learned to swim, this had become one of her favorite activities.
She was so engrossed in the moment that she didn't immediately notice when a man simply appeared on the surface of the sea, a few meters away.
He walked on the water as if it were natural.
Rygar was smiling as he watched her have so much fun.
"Eris, Skoll," he called. "We already have the maps and supplies. We can go."
Skoll lifted his head immediately and began to swim toward the beach.
Eris looked up, blinking in surprise, and swam to him.
"Huh? Rygar, how are you walking on the water without freezing it?!"
Rygar extended his hand, and Eris took it. Her wet body floated slightly, Gravity Magic assisting her movement.
"Just a trick with Barrier Magic," he laughed, picking Eris up in his arms without effort.
He floated with her toward the shore, while she clung to his neck.
If it weren't for the fact that Rygar had made good use of the previous night with Verdia and Eris at the same time, that sight would certainly have been a mental trial.
When they landed on the sand, Skoll also emerged, shaking off his wet fur.
Nearby, a huge Red Dragon lay sleeping deeply. Ezkalor only opened his eyes when Rygar approached.
A blonde elf was on top of him, organizing the supplies tied to the dragon's back. Verdia stopped when she saw them arrive, and jumped down from the dragon to go to them.
Eris left Rygar's arms and began to dress, still dripping.
Rygar crossed his arms and said:
"We already have the maps of the places we'll pass through. From now on we'll be traveling or fighting from one place to another."
Instead of discouraging Eris, that made her even more excited.
Verdia paused for a moment and asked:
"Are we going to visit Gretta too?"
Rygar considered for a moment.
"If we're too early, we can stop by on the way back, but it's better to be home as soon as possible."
With everything settled, they finished the last preparations and climbed onto Ezkalor.
The Red Dragon had grown considerably — now more than sixty meters long, impressive even by dragon standards.
Big enough to easily carry the great wolf Skoll, who despite his strength was only about five meters.
Ezkalor beat his wings, raising sand and sprays of salt. With a powerful thrust, he took flight, breaking the air with ease.
The port city of Wind Port grew small beneath them — its inhabitants still stunned by the sequence of events they had witnessed.
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In the Red Dragon Mountain Range, in the Central Continent — a vast and endless chain of mountains that divided the Conflict Zone from the Northern Territories — a strange silence took hold.
Crossing that region was impossible for ordinary people. Only transcendent beings, like the Seven Higher Powers, could claim with confidence that they would get out of it alive.
But, at that moment, a young man was there to challenge the impossible.
Sitting on a jagged rock, calmly chewing dried meat taken from his provisions, was a warrior of the Bestial race. Dark-brown hair, light-red eyes, and a light black armor covering his agile, firm body.
Kilian Dedoldia.
He adjusted the cloak over his shoulders — an almost perfect replica of the Hazywalker Cloack used against Rygar in the siege of Milishion — and looked at the landscape ahead.
And there, in front of him, stretched a vision that crushed the soul.
A colossal crater, so vast it seemed to tear the world in half, extended for kilometers.
All that could be seen was endless darkness.
The Dragon God's Hole, one of the Three Great Labyrinths of the Six-Faced World, located at the heart of the Red Dragon Mountain Range.
Kilian did not dare to stare at the crater for more than two seconds. Out of curiosity, he did so once, trying to investigate the crater.
But without knowing how, his body began to run toward the abyss to throw itself in, as if his will had been ripped from his body.
Thanks to a Magic Ring that blocked mental invasions, he managed to regain consciousness and stop, but the sensation... was like facing a living, ancient, hungry being that had existed since before any recorded memory.
Something the entire world should fear.
During the few days he had stayed in that place abandoned by God, he witnessed three dragons fly over the crater — only to be mercilessly swallowed, dragged to the depths by the invisible force of the precipice.
Kilian had not come within a hundred meters of the Labyrinth, but he feared it as if the devil himself were down there, looking at him.
He quickly looked away, pushing dark thoughts aside, and raised his head to face his true objective: the top of the highest mountain in the world.
Rygar had sent him there with a singular mission, to investigate the Technique God.
Kilian was not the strongest in the Kingdom of Gaia, but he had been the second to obtain the title of Beast King under Rygar's guidance; he had a great talent in that style.
Combined with his versatile Wind Magic and his superb hiding abilities, Kilian was the most suitable for that mission.
He carried a pouch of magical items, concealment tools, and kept Rygar informed via the Magic Word whenever he could.
And, thanks to all that, he had not entered combat with a single dragon since he set foot in the mountain range.
And even so, witnessing the labyrinth had almost killed him without him even noticing...
Finishing his meal, he stood up, breathing deeply. He needed to continue.
His route was simple: he had to climb, scale and survive. The residence of the Technique God would be at the top of what they called Dragon's Roar Mountain.
He advanced. Silently, like a shadow.
It was night — the best time to move. If he were surrounded by hundreds of dragons, death would be certain; therefore, no mistakes were allowed.
Thus days passed. Then weeks. Eventually, a month.
He climbed, slinking between rocks and snow. His movements were measured and calculated at every moment.
His supplies were ample, but not infinite. At some point, he needed to speed up his pace… and that was where he made a mistake.
A dragon detected him.
He reacted in the same fraction of a second — a Wind Blade sliced the air in an instant and decapitated the creature before it could roar.
And after bringing the dragon down, he fled immediately, disappearing into the rocks like a ghost.
Caution.
That was the mantra he had to follow.
No deviations.
He climbed.
He climbed until he passed the clouds — and then continued climbing.
Above the world, above the mists, where only silence and violent winds existed, he persisted.
There, there were fewer dragons — few dared to approach the top — but that did not mean he would lower his guard.
He continued.
Always alert.
Always on guard.
Until the day he saw what he sought.
Footprints. Of a person, not of a Dragon.
Kilian rejoiced in his heart.
Footprints meant he was near.
He advanced.
And then, finally, his eyes saw.
At the top of the highest mountain in the world…
above the clouds…
where no man should exist…
There was a simple house.
As if it belonged to any common village — except, of course, that it was located in the most inaccessible place in the world.
The home of the Technique God.
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