Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 211: The Prisoner’s Revelation

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Raghnall stepped forward, his warhammer blazing with divine light. "We’re not here to kill you, Zerathos. You’re coming with us."

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The two clashed, their battle shaking the earth. Zerathos moved with deadly precision, his scythes carving through the air in a blur. Raghnall met each strike with equal force, his hammer blazing brighter with every clash.

From the walls, Dabi and Loira provided critical support. Dabi’s portals redirected Zerathos’s strikes, creating openings for Raghnall and the others to attack. Loira’s barriers absorbed the Voidlord’s dark energy, preventing it from overwhelming the Saints.

Despite their efforts, Zerathos proved a formidable opponent. His scythes moved faster than the eye could follow, forcing Raghnall to fight with every ounce of his strength.

Finally, Raghnall landed a crushing blow, shattering one of Zerathos’s scythes. Calvin loosed a binding arrow that wrapped around the Voidlord, locking him in place.

Zerathos dropped to one knee, his glowing eyes glaring at the Saints. "You think this changes anything?" he hissed. "The Void is eternal. Your world will fall."

Chains of light materialized around Zerathos, binding him as the Saints prepared to transport him back to the city.

Dabi and Loira descended from the walls, their exhaustion evident but their resolve unbroken.

"This victory feels hollow," Loira murmured, her gaze fixed on Zerathos.

Dabi nodded. "It’s a start. But if the Voidlords were this powerful, what does that say about their master?"

Raghnall turned to them, his warhammer resting heavily on his shoulder. "We’ve won the day, but the war is far from over."

Let’s go Raghnall said. We still have work to do. They goes to a prison where the voil lords is taken.

The prison’s cold stone walls were as much a fortress as they were a cage.

Deep beneath the city, it was a labyrinth of enchanted barriers and protective seals designed to contain even the most dangerous of enemies.

It was here, in the heart of this fortified stronghold, that Zerathos, the last surviving Voidlord of the recent battle, was brought to face questioning.

He sat in a reinforced chair of obsidian and iron, bound by glowing chains of divine energy.

His dual scythe had been confiscated, and his dark armor now appeared cracked and subdued, but his gaze remained sharp, burning with a mixture of contempt and amusement.

A long, stone table stretched between him and his interrogators. On one side sat Calvin, Aldric, Raghnall, Selene, and Karos.

The Saints exuded authority, their presence an undeniable weight in the room.

On the other side of the room, standing in the shadows, Dabi and Loira watched silently, their expressions unreadable.

The tension in the room was palpable as Aldric leaned forward, his voice steady but cold. "You’ll answer our questions, Voidlord. Why did you attack this world? What does your master want?"

Zerathos tilted his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "So many questions, little saint. Do you think your mortal minds can handle the answers?"

Raghnall slammed his warhammer into the ground, the echo reverberating through the chamber. "Speak, or I’ll make you regret your defiance."

The Voidlord chuckled, unfazed by the display. "You think your threats hold any power over me?

You know you just able defeated us because we were restricted of our power because of closing the rift gates.

Other wise you ants don’t have a chance to last with us for more than ten rounds.

You ants have no idea what’s the real power is. And what’s outside you tiny dimension.

I’ve stared into the abyss of eternity. Your rage is a flicker compared to the storms I’ve endured."

My master is the one who could go and come back from the abyss of eternity.

Calvin interjected, his voice sharper. "Then why are you here, bound in chains? If your master is so powerful, why didn’t he save you?"

Zerathos’s smirk faltered briefly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It doesn’t matter ," he said. My capture means nothing." just I said We can’t show our full power. We were restricted by the world.

Zerathos leaned forward, the chains binding him glowing brighter as if reacting to his presence.

You want to know why we are here? I will tell you why we are here.

"My master wants something from your world," he said, his voice low and resonant.

"Something precious, something he cannot obtain directly. And he won’t stop until he gets it."

"What is it?" Selene demanded.

The Voidlord’s eyes glowed faintly. "That’s for you to figure out. But know this: your world exists in a lower dimension.

Your reality is… inferior. The matter of my master’s realm cannot manifest here directly. That is why we were sent."

We were still restricted by the rules of this world. Can’t show our power unless a rift gate to our world is always open.

Because you managed to close the rift gate. You won a battle this time. But the war isn’t over.

The room fell into stunned silence.

"Lower dimension?" Karos finally said, breaking the quiet. "What are you talking about? Are there other dimensions? Ranks to them?"

"Those are all myth. Stop lying to us."

Zerathos let out a soft laugh. "Your ignorance is staggering. You think your little realm is the center of existence? There are infinite planes, infinite layers of reality. Your dimension is but a pebble at the base of a mountain."

Why do you think dimension gate open? For you entrainment? Those are all also lower dimension. But they are simply a fragment of a universe.

Dabi and Loira exchanged a glance, their expressions grave.

"That’s absurd," Calvin muttered, though his voice wavered. "How can dimensions have ranks?" Dimension gates are all fragments.

You are saying many dimension were destroyed and their fragments are the gates we have been fighting for last one thousand years.

Zerathos sneered. "Your primitive understanding of the cosmos amuses me. Higher dimensions hold power you cannot comprehend. My master’s realm exists so far beyond yours that even your gods would tremble before it."

The Saints looked to one another, their confidence visibly shaken. The Voidlord’s words had exposed a chasm in their understanding of the universe.

Then, from the shadows, Loira stepped forward, her expression calm but her eyes blazing with determination.

"Who is your master?" she asked, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Zerathos’s gaze shifted to her, his smirk widening. "Ah, the gate- keeper speaks. Tell me, do you think knowing his name will save you?"

"Answer the question," Loira demanded.

The Voidlord’s laughter filled the chamber, a dark, mocking sound.

"You already know who my master is," he said, his voice laced with malevolence.

"The Ancient Ones. The beings your kind try to defy but they got destroyed instead. The ones who slumber beyond the veils of reality."

The room went deathly quiet.

"The Ancient Ones…" Raghnall repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

Zerathos leaned back, his chains rattling. "They will send another, you know. But you’ve bought yourself some time. That little stunt with the core— closing all the gates it will delay the next attack."

"What do you mean?" Loira demanded.

Zerathos’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "The core you sealed off with such desperation, it severed their access to this world, for now.

But the core’s power is finite. When it falters, and it will falter, the gates will reopen. And that time, they won’t send Voidlords. They’ll send something far worse."

The Saints were visibly shaken, their minds racing to process the implications.

"How much time do we have?" Aldric asked, his voice strained.

Zerathos shrugged, the gesture oddly casual. "That depends on how much power the core has left. Could be years, could be decades.

But make no mistake: when it fails, you’ll face the full wrath of the Ancient Ones. And nothing in your pathetic dimension will stop them."

Loira’s grip tightened on her staff. "You underestimate us."

The Voidlord laughed again, his voice echoing in the chamber. "Oh, I don’t underestimate you. I simply know the futility of your resistance. Your world is already doomed. The only question is how long you can delay the inevitable."

As the Saints left the chamber, their expressions were grim. Dabi and Loira trailed behind, their thoughts heavy with the revelations they had just heard.

"What do you think?" Dabi asked quietly.

Calvin and Aldric asked. Who is the ancient one? Can anyone tell us about that?

Loira step forward tells how the ancient ones destroy her world, they were attacking everyone dimension.

It’s this just a myth. Aldric said.

Loira replied. Gatekeeper are myth too. But here I am standing in front of you.

The Ancient Ones… they’re not just myths. They’re real."

"And the core?" Dabi pressed.

"It’s a temporary solution," Loira admitted. "We need to find a way to strengthen it or replace it entirely. Otherwise…"

She trailed off, the weight of the implications clear.

Dabi placed a hand on her shoulder. "We’ll figure it out. We always do."

Loira offered a weak smile. "I hope you’re right."

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