Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 2707: Revival
Chapter 2707: Revival
“We are surrounded!! RETREAT!!”
“Is the captain safe?!”
“Yes, lieutenant… Second Lieutenant Minerva took him!”
“Good!! You all go! I’ll buy as much time!!”
Flashes of memory seared through Emery’s mind, images not his own but carried within the faint spark of a soul. A battlefield drenched in blood and chaos, soldiers scrambling for survival. In the middle of it all, one figure stood tall, unyielding, fighting wave after wave of enemies. His flesh tore, bones broke, yet every wound closed as quickly as it came. He was the wall that held the line, the unkillable bulwark.
Emery saw through his eyes as the final ship broke through the encirclement and vanished into the sky. A quiet relief filled that fading soul.
At least he is safe… I have fulfilled my purpose.
That was the last thought of Anzi the Inhuman before darkness swallowed everything.
In the present, Emery sat in silence, sweat glistening on his brow, cosmic energy flowing around him in heavy waves. The heart-shaped crystal pulsed faintly in his hands, fragile yet stubborn. His divine spell flared again, threads of temporal and life energy intertwining like roots searching for water. It was exhausting, an ordeal that gnawed at his very core. Yet even as fatigue pressed on him, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
The memories proved it—something had taken hold. A glimmer of a soul flickered inside the crystal. Anzi’s essence, extinguished just days ago, had begun to stir once more.
A miracle. Nothing less.
Even Emery himself could hardly believe it.
This was no ordinary resurrection. The spell he cast was not his old [Rebirth]—a tier 5 spell that, while useful, was limited to mortals and unreliable against Magus-level beings. No, what he had just performed was its evolution:
For years, Emery had searched for a path forward, a way to expand its reach. None had appeared… until he studied the [Golden Fleece].
The runes etched into its fabric revealed secrets of regenerative techniques woven into the very fabric of time. Its first practical application allowed him to accelerate or slow the natural growth of plants or lesser creatures—an ability that seemed simple at first, but as his mastery deepened, he realized the implications were vast. Through those same principles, he could extend the threshold of life itself.
From that foundation, [Rebirth] evolved. Layer by layer, rune by rune, Emery reshaped it into a higher form:
[Revival].
Though its runic formations differed, [Revival] bore striking resemblance to the tier-7 spell he had once witnessed: the very same cast by Grand Magus Yvere decades ago, when he restored Twik and the Chipurz creatures from the brink of death. A temporal-based recovery spell capable of restoring Magus-level beings, though still diminished in potency against those of greater strength.
But even then, this success wasn’t simply the spell. Anzi’s unique nature had given them a fighting chance. The inhuman was a creation of the Cross faction’s experiments, his body fused with a creature filled with the nature law of earth and plant, something that Emery comprehend deeply.
The second factor was time. Anzi’s soul had been extinguished for less than a week. Emery knew with certainty that, had even a few more days passed, the fragile spark he grasped would have been lost forever.
Hours dragged on in silence, the spell demanding every ounce of Emery’s focus and strength. At last, as the last strands of temporal energy settled into place, Emery exhaled, his shoulders sagging with exhaustion.
The treatment was complete.
He rose, the faintest glimmer of relief in his eyes, and pushed open the door of his private captain’s chamber—where Shatter had been waiting all this time, eyes wide with desperate hope.
“You can help him… can’t you? If it’s you, I know you can!!”
Emery let out a deep sigh and stepped aside, allowing Shatter to enter the room. Minerva and Varrek followed close behind.
At the center of the room, on the table where the heart-shaped crystal once lay, there was now a block of mud-like matter. The strange mass quivered, pulsing with life as it began to grow. Varrek was struck speechless—he had never seen anything like it before. But both Minerva and Shatter’s faces lit up with gleeful recognition. This was the form of Anzi, the inhuman.
All eyes were fixed on the strange body as the mud-like being shifted, straining to mold itself into shape. Slowly, with great effort, it took on a humanoid form. At last, it moved, stepping off the table and standing on unsteady legs. Before their eyes, the form solidified into that of a youth, a teenager barely fifteen years old but radiating the aura of the Crescent Magus realm.
“Anzi!” Shatter’s voice cracked with emotion. “You’re alive!!”
He rushed forward, ecstatic. Tears spilled down his face as he clutched the reborn figure.
Anzi, still weak and disoriented, blinked in confusion as fragments of memory returned. Slowly, he turned his gaze toward Emery and realized what had happened. “Thank you… for saving my life,”
But there was no joy in his tone. His expression was muted, his eyes downcast.
“What the hell, man! Is something wrong?” Shatter asked with deep concern.
Anzi turned to him, his voice heavy. “My body… it feels strange…”
Emery stepped forward, explaining calmly, “The spell I cast regenerated your cells back to their early state. Fortunately, you retained your magus core. But your body will need to be retrained and refined all over again before you can return to what you once were. There are no shortcuts—it could take decades.”
Hearing this, Anzi’s expression grew even gloomier. He turned toward Shatter, his voice low, heavy with despair. “I was at the peak of the Magus realm before… I was your protector. And now… look at me. I’m nothing. I’ve seems to lost my purpose.”
Shatter stared at him for a heartbeat, then broke into a wild, teary grin. He grasped both of Anzi’s shoulders firmly.
“You idiot! Now that I’m stronger than you—it’s my turn. I’ll be your protector!”
The words brought smiles to everyone who witnessed the scene. For a moment, warmth replaced the tension in the room.
But Emery felt a sharp pain flare within his body. Without a word, he quietly slipped away, leaving them to their reunion as he entered his personal domain.
The fatigue of the day pressed down on him like a mountain. From spending his blood essence on Brollak to saving Anzi, both actions had taken a heavy toll on his body. But none of that weighed heavier than what waited before him.
He stood before the towering, Elysian Tree, its ancient branches swaying gently as though whispering to him. His gaze then shifted, beside it stood another tree—smaller, younger, yet radiating a familiar aura.
It was Twik.
Though it had been nurtured with the same treatment as Anzi, Twik had yet to awaken. His body had grown, branches reaching higher, but his consciousness remained absent. That silent stillness weighed heavily on his heart.
Reaching out, Emery placed a hand against the younger tree’s bark, his voice low and trembling.
“You should know… it was all because of you that they could reunite.”
A faint smile touched his lips, though sorrow lingered in his eyes.
“I miss you, buddy.”
