Sovereign of the Ashes

A torrent of flames suddenly erupted from the space gates, engulfing the sky of the demiplane.

Murg, who had already pushed halfway through, pulled back just in time.

He was no fool. Faced with a Rank Five Pyremperor who was clearly far stronger, he did not try to fight it head-on.

Pyreling World was simply too powerful, with an incredibly solid foundation.

If Murg had tried to force his way in, he would be dealing with the plane’s repulsive force, a hostile environment that weakened him, and a Rank Five native all at once...

Under those conditions, retreating was the smartest choice.

Now the real question was whether the other side would come after them. If they did...

Murg returned to the demiplane in bad shape. But seeing his condition, none of the other Magus World powerhouses present blamed him for anything.

Sein had been quick enough to retreat earlier, having sensed the danger before it arrived.

Thanks to that, he got away unscathed—only knocked back a bit by the flames blasting out of the space gates.

The environment of this demiplane, though, had once again been wrecked.

Dust and flame swirled through the air, while shockwaves rippled outward in every direction.