Magical Soul Parade - Chapter 370: The Errant vs The Ossuary (III)

Under normal circumstances, the assembly of ancient legends would have demanded context. At the very least they would have questioned her vision or criticized her lack of composure. But the absolute terror in her voice cut through their collective arrogance.

Camsir took off to the skies in an instant, followed closely by Lyris, then the Soul Transcendent in quick succession. The others then came to their senses and also took to the skies, charging past the confused battlelines of Ossuarists that lined the walls and the snowy plains below. Only Himothy remained on the peak, staring at his Transcendent comrades forging into the distance with a frown on his face.

And the same frown that colored his face also colored Sue’s. She was in the air, using a copied aspect of space magic she’d gotten from Madoc and Osmund, and her mind was racing rapidly.

What did Seer mean by “go all out?” That did not make any sense at all. In what world did battles start with the greatest force being used immediately?

She hadn’t even finished that thought when she suddenly felt the most violent outburst of energy she’d ever felt surge from the horizon.

Before she even saw anything, through her current perception of space magic, she felt heavy ripples warp space itself. And it wasn’t just one. Multiple waves like a disturbance in a body of water passed through her and continued into the distance behind her.

Then she saw the true source of the devastation.

Far at the extreme edge of the horizon, a massive sphere of black nothingness was surging forward. It spanned several miles in width, moving with a terrifying, silent speed, and annihilating everything in its path into utter obliteration.

Sue felt her pupils constrict violently as a deathly chill ran down her spine, freezing the blood in her veins.

The spatial ripples she had felt weren’t just normal ripples. The barrier of the world tear itself was being torn apart. That expanding void had completely destroyed the veil separating the two dimensions, violently forcing the space of the world tear into the material world. The rippling waves were the direct result of two entirely separate spaces clashing against one another, grinding together as they were forced to fit and occupy the same exact area of existence.

The conceptual implications of such an event were catastrophic, but Sue didn’t have the luxury to contemplate such things. The more pressing danger was coming straight at them, and it showed no signs of slowing down.

“Go all out!” Casmir’s voice boomed across the sky, a desperate roar that told just how dire the situation was. He began chanting declarations in rapid succession, his hands weaving complex spatial patterns as he pushed his space magic to its absolute limits.

Sue didn’t hesitate for a single second, either. If they failed to halt this attack here, there wouldn’t be a battlefield left to defend. She unlocked every stored ability in her personal reserves, pulling from Space, Pact, and Chaos concepts alike. She even tapped into the unique signatures she had copied from the newer Transcendents during the days of preparation.

Mighty explosions of discordant magic shook the air around the flying vanguard. The scale of the energy being burned was so immense that the natural elements began to fail, creating patches of absolute vacuum and spontaneous elemental storms.

Casmir threw his entire heart and soul into his localized spatial collapse, intentionally burning a portion of his core soul essence to bypass the pressing time constraints. Every single Transcendent around him followed his lead, pouring some of their life force directly into their respective concepts to reach the terrifying levels of power they intended.

The Soul Transcendent also moved, releasing thousands of shimmering soul cores into the open air. Each core detonated with a concussive blast of condensed soul energy, creating a congregated mass of soul power so dense that it began to warp the trajectory of the surrounding magical attacks.

No one complained about the interference, though, as they were entirely focused on stopping the miles-wide sphere of absolute non-existence.

Casmir’s spatial collapse reached the target first. The heavy distortion slammed into the leading edge of the black void, creating a horrific grinding sound that vibrated through the teeth of everyone present. The void slowed its charge by a fraction, but to Casmir’s utter horror, the blackness began to actively swallow the spatial energy he had sent forward, consuming the attack to fuel its own existence. Yet, the sheer volume of his output had done its job. The momentum of the void lessened visibly.

“Keep attacking with everything you have!” Casmir screamed, his face pale from the sudden drain on his soul. “We have to force it to a stop before it reaches the battlements!” The air turned into a solid wall of continuous destruction. Lyris unleashed a barrage of combustion energy, launching superheated spheres that flash-heated the frozen landscape below, vaporizing ice within a mile radius in a single instant.

The Gravity Transcendent fragment holder, Odette, synchronized her weight fields with Casmir’s spatial attacks, multiplying the mass of his final output dramatically.

The shockwaves from these city-leveling spells traveling in rapid succession rolled back toward the defense lines, rocking the foundations of the mountains.

Everyone, including the Sepulchre houses on the grand wall were rooted in shock at the terrifying display of power happening before their eyes. These were warlords, veteran Preceptors, individuals who considered themselves the elite of the continent, yet the battle happening in the far distance made them feel like the power they were so proud of was nothing but child’s play.

If this was the true scale of the war, what then was the point of their formations? What use were their numbers and synchronized blocks against attacks that could level their many numbers in an instant?

Cade XV especially watched with numb eyes. He was more focused on the one who had created the single attack all these terrifying Transcendents were fighting to stop.

Further along the Thorne family battlement, his sister stood, gripped by the same silent awe. The distant shockwaves ripped past the frozen ramparts, sending her long hair whipping wildly around her face. Her expression was one of numb shock, and just like her brother, she also seemed to be thinking about the one who had created the attack in the first place…

The Error Bearer.

Behind the grand wall, Himothy stood at the edge of the cliff on the mountain peak. His altitude provided him with a more broad view of the clash, and his brows had furrowed to an extreme.

“Damn you Finn! So you refuse to play by the rules,” he growled under his breath.

The Errant’s move had completely changed the dynamics of the battle. By launching a catastrophic, world-ending strike right from the beginning, he had eliminated the luxury of patience. He had forced every capable Transcendent into a position where they had to exhaust their finest techniques and burn their core reserves just to survive the first ten seconds of the battle.

The massive advantage the Ossuary held in numbers and preparation was being bled dry with every drop of soul energy the Transcendents were forcing into the defense.