In the Duel Arena, Benjamin was watching a battle between Level 6 Wizards.
Suddenly, the Magic Network Terminals of every wizard present vibrated. An urgent message popped up, containing only a few words: "The spatial defense line has been torn open. Unknown enemies are approaching."
Benjamin's pupils abruptly constricted at the sight of that message.
He looked up at the sky.
In the extreme distance, countless tiny points of light were appearing.
Those points of light rapidly swelled, seemingly surging toward them.
Their numbers were astonishing. In the blink of an eye, they filled the entire field of vision.
The wizards in the audience noticed them as well.
Some stood up, some gripped their staffs tightly, while others instinctively took a step back.
The wizards in the midst of dueling stopped at the same time and looked up at the approaching points of light.
For a moment, the entire Duel Arena fell into deathly silence.
Felix's figure appeared. His voice remained calm, as though he were stating some trivial matter. "A large-scale invasion has been detected. All units, enter combat readiness."
At the very instant his words fell, the void was torn apart.
Beyond the core plane of Wizard Civilization in the parallel world, the Endless Chaotic Void seemed to have been violently ripped open from within by some brute force, forming an enormous breach. At the edges of the rift, fragments of space scattered like shattered ice, every piece carrying enough energy to annihilate a small plane. The crack rapidly expanded, swallowing every shred of light it could devour like an abyss.
Then, they surged out.
The first to emerge was a Starry Sky Behemoth.
Its size was impossible to measure. The portion extending from the rift alone blocked the starlight of several planes.
Its body was made of