Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 200: Rift Breach

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The sanctum trembled with each pulse of Rift energy radiating from the Core.

The air was thick with tension as Calvin and Loira worked tirelessly, their every move precise yet strained.

Sweat dripped down Calvin’s face as he adjusted the Core’s synchronization settings, his energy flickering erratically.

"We’re cutting it close," Calvin muttered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the obelisks. Each towering structure glowed faintly, their runes fighting to absorb the Rift energy destabilizing the city.

Loira, standing on the opposite side of the Core, extended both hands toward the obelisks, her voice echoing as she chanted a spell of amplification.

"We don’t have a choice. If we don’t stabilize this now, the gates won’t just stay open they’ll multiply."

Outside, Raghnall, Dabi, and Zen watched as the Vanguard’s forces swarmed the outskirts of the capital.

The Vanguard had wasted no time. In less than an hour, they had turned the city’s outer district into their staging ground.

Massive banners of black steel loomed over the ruined buildings, and monstrous soldiers patrolled the newly formed base, their jagged weapons glowing with Rift energy.

"They’ve already taken the outer defenses," Raghnall said, his voice filled with quiet fury. "Half the city’s outskirts already theirs."

Zen clenched his dual blades, his eyes scanning the battlefield.

"They’re not just attacking. They’re setting up fortifications. This isn’t just an invasion it’s a full occupation."

Dabi tightened his grip on his sword, his jaw clenched. "Then we don’t let them spread. We hold this line, no matter what."

The army commanders a Voidlords noticed the Aetherial Core energy. They knew the use of the Aetherial Core more then anyone present.

They sent some of the troops to stop or secure the Aetherial Core.

Beyond the sanctum, a low rumble signaled the arrival of even more Vanguard soldiers.

The massive Rift Gate above the city crackled ominously, its edges glowing with unstable energy. Through it came a seemingly endless stream of Vanguard troops.

Among them were towering beasts clad in jagged armor, their glowing red eyes scanning the battlefield with malicious intent.

Behind them, the Harbingers strode with an aura of dread, their blackened weapons humming with destructive power.

Raghnall raised his warhammer, its divine glow cutting through the darkness. "Dabi, Zen, hold the entrance! They must not breach the sanctum!"

Dabi nodded, stepping forward as the first wave of Vanguard soldiers charged. His sword glimmered faintly, catching the dim light of the sanctum’s runes.

With a battle cry, he slashed through the vanguard, his agility allowing him to dance through their ranks with deadly precision.

Zen followed suit, his twin blades moving in a blur as he cut down two Vanguard soldiers at once. "There’s too many of them!" he shouted.

Raghnall stepped forward, swinging his warhammer with a force that shook the ground. The Vanguard forces recoiled, but their numbers only seemed to grow.

Inside the sanctum, Calvin let out a strained gasp as he forced more energy into the Core. The obelisks glowed brighter, their hum reaching a deafening crescendo. One by one, the Rift Gates across the city began to flicker, their edges destabilizing.

"We’re making progress," Loira said, her voice taut with concentration. "But the Core is nearing its limit. If we push too hard, it could back fire."

Calvin gritted his teeth. "If we don’t push, those gates will never close."

As they worked, another tremor shook the sanctum, and a loud crash echoed from the entrance. Calvin’s head snapped up. "What was that?"

At the sanctum’s entrance, the battle had reached a fever pitch. Dabi, Raghnall, and Zen fought valiantly, but their strength was beginning to wane.

Just as they managed to repel another wave of Vanguard soldiers, the sky darkened further.

Through the main Rift Gate descended a colossal figure, its shadow casting an oppressive pall over the battlefield.

Clad in jagged, spiked armor, the figure wielded a massive glaive that crackled with dark energy. Its mere presence seemed to sap the courage of those nearby.

"That’s... not a Harbinger," Raghnall said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s a Warlord."

The Rift Warlord’s guttural laugh echoed across the battlefield. "Your sanctum will fall. Your city will burn. And your lives are forfeit."

The Warlord raised its glaive, slamming it into the ground. A wave of shadow magic erupted outward, scattering the defenders and creating fissures in the earth.

Inside the sanctum, the Core began to pulse erratically. Calvin and Loira exchanged a panicked glance.

"The obelisks(a tool for using the core) can’t handle this much energy," Loira said, her voice shaking. "We’re out of time."

Calvin slammed his hand on the pedestal. "We have to seal the gates now, even if it’s incomplete. It’s better than letting that thing send reinforcements!"

Loira hesitated, then nodded. Together, they poured the last of their energy into the Core.

The obelisks flared one final time, and a blinding light erupted from the sanctum. Across the city, the smaller Rift Gates snapped shut, leaving only the main gate active.

"It’s done," Calvin said, collapsing to his knees.

Outside, they regrouped, but their victory was short lived.

Suddenly a Warlord, furious at the loss of the gates, charged toward the sanctum.

Raghnall stepped forward, raising his warhammer. "You’ll not take another step!"

The Warlord laughed, its glaive slashing through the air with terrifying speed.

Raghnall blocked the attack, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground. Experience new stories on NovelBin.Côm

The two clashed in a battle of raw power, their strikes shaking the earth.

Dabi and Zen joined the fight, their combined efforts barely enough to keep the Warlord at bay.

"We need reinforcements!" Zen shouted, dodging a sweeping strike from the Warlord’s glaive.

As the battle raged, Dabi found himself face to face with the Warlord. Bloodied but unyielding, he gripped his sword tightly, his eyes blazing with determination.

"You think you can stop me?" the Warlord sneered, raising its glaive for a final blow.

Dabi stepped forward, his voice steady despite the odds. "Not while I’m still standing."

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