Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2660: Storm

Chapter 2660: Storm

“I see you’ve brought more friends…”

Talaro stood at the center of the circle, his sharp gaze sweeping over the figures that had emerged from the shadows.

A flicker of anxiety crossed his face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by his usual arrogant smile. “I’d be in real trouble if we were outside… but here, in this place?” His lips curled further. “Especially now that I have this power.”

He raised his right hand, and from his palm erupted a surge of searing flame—intense, ethereal, and vibrant beyond normal fire. It pulsed like a living thing.

Kaelyin’s face twisted in alarm. “That’s… Cosmic Flame. Galalel?” Her voice cracked as he turned to Emery.

Emery’s face was grim. “Yes. He’s gone… that dark elf killed him.”

Soltz stepped forward. “Not fond of the guy… but he was one of us…” The elderly grand magus’ body slowly cloaked in a thick shell of rock as he turned to Emery. “So… are we fighting, or not?”

The Fey warriors tensed; both the deer half-blood and the fairy dropped into a defensive stance. The only one still seated was Vayarel, who seemed to have just regained consciousness—his calm eyes watched closely, calculating.

Talaro didn’t flinch. The flame in his right arm surged higher, expanding into a vortex. He drew breath to unleash it—but then—

FSSHHHHH!!

The fire in his palm spasmed violently.

Talaro groaned, staggering slightly, clutching his arm. The flame writhed uncontrollably, licking up his shoulder and neck. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress it.

“He hasn’t fully mastered it!” Emery shouted. “Attack!”

The team surged forward.

Snarling in frustration, Talaro raised his left arm and tore open a portal, summoning his skeletal beasts to his side.

A chaotic battle exploded in seconds.

The beasts clashed with the incoming warriors—stone struck bone, and arcane blasts tore through the dim air. One skeletal lizard lunged at the deer-warrior, only to be intercepted by a razor-sharp wind blade conjured by the fairy. Kaelyn, in her transformed form, flitted behind another beast and struck with his claws, blasting it apart.

Emery and his counterpart fought in perfect sync, weaving past the summoned monstrosities. Their blades and claws carved through bone, pushing closer to the dark elf at the center.

Cornered again, Talaro cursed.

He slammed his palm to the ground. Instantly, a pulse of Khaos energy spread out. A skeletal dragon materialized, its frost aura freezing the very air, halting everyone in place. Under the cover of the dragon’s presence, Talaro began chanting.

[Spatial Prison].

Reality shimmered. The battlefield warped.

Space twisted violently around the entire group, locking them still with spatial distortion. Emery could feel his limbs slow, his strength compressed.

Only the dark Emery was able to tear through the distortion instantly with his mastery of space. The others were trapped, and the skeletal beasts were moving in for the kill.

But then—crack

To Talaro’s shock, his spatial prison shattered far too easily—fracturing apart as if unraveled by an unseen force. Another variable had interfered with his spell, saving the trapped warriors from danger.

“How!?” Talaro spun toward the dark Emery—expecting the act to be his doing—only to realize it wasn’t him at all. His gaze shifted further back… to the one who hadn’t moved until now.

Vayarel, hand raised, palm glowing faintly with spatial threads.

“Another spatial expert?” Talaro’s voice was tight, surprised. But then, as if recovering quickly from the surprise, a sly grin crept across his face. He leapt backward, summoning his skeletal beasts close and forming a defensive ring.

“Wait! Let’s have a truce!” he said suddenly.

“Not a chance!” the dark Emery growled, his claws glowing with dark energy as he charged forward. He slammed into Talaro’s hastily conjured spatial shield, sending sparks and ripples of distortion through the air.

The dark elf flinched but held his ground. Then, his voice rang out again—this time parroting words Emery himself had once spoken about working together to survive this place.

Emery’s brows twitched. His expression darkened with disgust.”You shameless bastard,” he growled.

Seeing his words held no sway, Talaro’s tone changed, this time into a threat. “Huh!! Don’t think you’ll win easily. If I go down, I’m taking some of you with me!” His flaming arm surged again.

Emery didn’t blink. Instead, a small smile crept across his face. “Think again.”

His words were followed by a powerful gust that swept the battlefield. The sky above shimmered—and then, a figure descended, cloaked in golden energy. The air crackled with power as the others instinctively halted. Even the beasts growled and backed away.

Talaro’s eyes widened. He stumbled a step back.

“Supreme realm!” His earlier arrogance vanishes in an instant.

Rosin Karat had arrived.

He hovered above them for a moment before landing, calm and radiant in his divine form. His gaze settled on the dark elf.

“A survivor… in this place?” Rosin murmured, intrigued. “How long have you been here?”

Before Talaro could answer, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and the skies overhead began to roar—ominous thunder echoing from above like an ancient beast awakening. It was the same kind of cataclysm that had struck just before he teleported away.

“What is happening?” Kaelyn asks in concern.

Talaro’s eyes lit up with renewed hope. “You need me to survive this,” he said quickly. “The storm wave is coming. I know how to escape it.”

“He’s lying!” shouted the dark Emery. “Don’t trust a word he says!”

But Rosin Karat held up his hand. His voice remained calm. “I’ve investigated the skies above. There is no clear path out. At least not at my current strength. And it’s true… the storm—it’s not natural. We need shelter.”

The others began murmuring, tension mounting. They could already feel the temperature drop, the winds shift, the magical current building toward catastrophe. In the far distance, black clouds loomed—and with them, beasts running wild in panic.

Talaro’s smile returned. “You see? You need me.”

Emery stepped forward, fists clenched. “Then tell us what you know. Now!!”

“I will,” Talaro said, eyes turning toward Rosin. “As soon as the Supreme gives me his word, I won’t be harmed.”

Rosin didn’t look away. “As long as you do not harm anyone here, you have my word.”

Emery didn’t like it, but he bit back his frustration. “Start talking.”

Talaro grinned wider. “Of course… I’ll do even better. I’ll lead you there.” Without waiting for approval, he raised his hands and cast a spatial spell. Light folded inward with a shimmer, and a swirling portal materialized in front of them.

Vayarel was the first to react, stepping closer to examine it. His eyes narrowed as he scanned what lay on the other side. “A cavern,” he reported. “No immediate threat…

Still, Emery hesitated.

Talaro caught the doubt on his face and gave a mocking smirk. “What are you afraid of?”

With the storm nearly upon them, Kaelyn made the first move. She dashed through the portal without hesitation.

One by one, the others followed. Still, Emery lingered for a moment longer, staring at the smirking Talaro, his every instinct on high alert.

With a reluctant breath, he stepped into the portal.

And behind them, the storm crashed into the place like a wrathful god descending.