Chapter 172
The sky was like a shattered mirror, with countless cracks seeming to connect to numerous broken planes. Hellfire, demonic power from the abyss, death energy from the netherworld, and ancient bones from alien realms – the residual powers from these broken planes poured through countless cracks into this last intact plane.
As the Return to the Void eroded the world’s foundations, countless disasters unfolded across the globe. Laws twisted, void beasts ran rampant, and powers from different planes mixed chaotically. Towns could be erased from existence at any moment by suddenly distorted space. In just eight years, the once-mighty Wizard Plane had nearly transformed into a wasteland. Even the most powerful wizards couldn’t prevent the world’s collapse and destruction.
Countless humans perished, and many wizard organizations collapsed, dissolved, and reformed through constant resistance. Eventually, regardless of their alignment, they united to form the “Holy Alliance.”
This alliance was built around the wizard towers of three “Truths” – the “Element Truth,” “Mechanical Truth,” and “Fate Truth” – and included all surviving wizards worldwide.
During these eight years of constant struggle, the situation in the Wizard Plane deteriorated from easily suppressing disasters to an increasingly uncontrollable crisis with mounting deaths, forcing them to abandon ordinary people and focus on self-preservation.
From a cosmic perspective, this world, centered on the Wizard Plane and composed of numerous other planes, resembled a jewel being stripped of its outer stone shell. The surrounding planes were the crumbling outer shell, and as they dissolved, the central jewel was exposed to the storms of the Return to the Void. Cracks spread across the jewel as large pieces continued to break away, making it increasingly smaller… until now, when it seemed ready to shatter at the slightest touch.
If not for the “Mechanical Truth” and “Element Truth” working together to connect the Holy Alliance’s wizard towers in a special way, they couldn’t have continued existing in this broken world.
At the center of the Holy Alliance, atop the Fate Tower – one of the three wizard towers – the “Fate Truth” stood at the highest level. The magic energy crystal at the tip of her staff shone brilliantly, projecting the chaotic starry sky around her. Invisible laws encircled her, and her deep purple eyes seemed to contain a spiral of nebulae.
For eight years, she had never stopped observing fate. It was through her guidance that the Holy Alliance had survived until now.