Far from the chaos—on a small pocket dimension where a majestic tower stood—four figures can be seen, observing the unfolding disaster on the arena.

  The winds howled around them, yet they stood unshaken, their eyes fixed on the battle raging in the sky.

  They were the Four Headmasters—the overseers of the four greatest academies in the Olympia Kingdom.

  At the front stood a woman of undeniable majesty—Sylvia von Auschworth, the Headmaster of Akashic Magic Academy.

  Her crimson hair cascaded down her back, shimmering under the moonlight like liquid fire. She wore a deep violet robe, adorned with golden arcane inscriptions that pulsed faintly with mana.

  A large, pointed witch’s hat rested atop her head, shadowing her piercing emerald eyes, which gleamed with an amused light.

  Behind her, three other figures stood.

  Each one cloaked in enchanted hoods, their identities hidden, yet their presence was unmistakably powerful.

  They were the rulers of magic education in this empire—beings who could shift the tides of war if they so wished.

  And yet—

  Right now, their attention was solely on one person.

  Marcus Rey Dimitri.

  As Sylvia watched Marcus descend like a thunderous deity, wings of lightning blazing behind him, a small, knowing smile tugged at her lips.

  "So, he finally decided to make his move."

  The cloaked figures nodded, their voices echoing with deep amusement.

  "It was only a matter of time. That boy was never meant to be just an observer." One of them, an elderly voice, chuckled softly. "Do you remember? The day he was born?"

  At those words, the smile on Sylvia’s face deepened, her emerald eyes gleaming with nostalgia.

  The day Marcus Rey Dimitri was born...

  It was a day the world itself would never forget.

  On that day, the sky wept with golden light, as if the heavens themselves had descended to welcome him.

  The winds shifted, whispering secrets of a new era.

  The oceans roared, tides rising unnaturally high as if bowing before a sovereign yet to be crowned.

  And most of all, the mana of the world—the very lifeblood of magic—sang in celebration.

  Across the continent, mages felt their spells swell with untamed power.

  The earth itself pulsed with pure mana, blooming flowers where none should have grown, turning barren lands fertile.

  Even the dragons, ancient beings who rarely stirred, lifted their heads in silent acknowledgment.

  A being had been born—one whom the world itself had accepted.

  A child who was not merely gifted with mana, but one who was loved by it.

  He is a 'Miracle' Born Into This World.

  One of the cloaked headmasters exhaled, shaking his head. "A boy whose birth caused mana to rejoice… It still sounds like a myth, even after all these years."

  Another chuckled. "And yet, here he is. No longer an infant, but a warrior, descending with the fury of a storm."

  Sylvia crossed her arms, gazing at Marcus with undeniable pride. "There were doubts. Many doubted him, believing he would simply be another noble child, lost in arrogance. But now? No one can doubt what he is."

  The other headmasters nodded. "He was never meant to be ordinary. And now, the world will remember why."

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  Their gazes turned back to the battle.

  Lightning clashed with darkness.

  The colossal eye twitched, reacting to Marcus's overwhelming power.

  The true battle was about to begin.

  ****

  Athena wasted no time.

  Her golden eyes narrowed as she vanished—disappearing from sight in an instant.

  A heartbeat later...

  BOOM!

  A black sphere of compressed space detonated where Gerald stood, warping reality itself.

  But Gerald merely grinned. "Distorting space? Hah!"

  With a flick of his crimson claws, his gravity magic twisted the very fabric of reality, counteracting her spell.

  The shockwave rippled, creating fractures in the air itself.

  Athena reappeared midair, her flowing silver-white hair fluttering like silk in the turbulence.

  She did not hesitate—casting another spell.

  "Collapse."

  SHRRRIP!

  A ripple in space formed beneath Gerald, collapsing the area into a singularity. An invisible force tried to crush him—erasing him from existence.

  But Gerald responded with his own spell.

  "Event Horizon."

  BOOM!

  His Gravity Magic pulsed outward—forcefully expanding the singularity until it ruptured.

  The two forces clashed, the battlefield bending, twisting under the sheer warping of space.

  Athena’s expression remained calm, but her eyes hardened.

  'This isn't going to be as easy as I thought.'

  ****

  High above.

  Marcus hovered, his lightning wings crackling against the night sky. He stared at the colossal eye, his gaze unreadable.

  This entity, The Devourer of Worlds—was watching him.

  Just then—the entity reacted.

  The air shuddered.

  The sky darkened further.

  And from the abyss, a swarm of pitch blacm tentacles with countless eyes burst forth—endless, grotesque appendages, writhing as they surged toward Marcus like an endless tide.

  Each one pulsed with an aura of absolute erasure, capable of devouring anything they touched.

  A monstrous force meant to annihilate him.

  And yet Marcus did not move.

  He merely extended his arm.

  "Did you think something like this would work on me?"

  A single spark flickered at his fingertips, and then...

  The sky roared.

  A thunderstorm ignited, responding to his will. A blinding pillar of lightning crashed down from the heavens—

  CRACK-KOOOOOM!

  The entire night sky erupted in a storm of divine wrath, vaporizing the tentacles instantly.

  The Devourer flinched. And for the first time, the colossal eye twitched as if it had felt fear.

  Marcus smirked.

  "So you can feel pain, huh?"

  ****

  Gerald growled as the gravitational field around him warped and twisted, but Athena remained unfazed.

  She raised a single hand, and in an instant, the space around Gerald collapsed.

  Like glass shattering, the very fabric of reality bent to her will.

  "You think you can outmatch me?" Gerald snarled, his arms trembling as he pushed back with his magic.

  His gravity surged, twisting the battlefield—pulling debris, shattered stone, and even stray mana toward him like a vortex.

  But Athena’s golden eyes remained cold.

  "Enough."

  She snapped her fingers.

  FWOOOM!

  A black sphere formed—larger than before, its core darker than the void of space itself.

  "Spatial Collapse."

  The sphere imploded, and in an instant...

  CRACK!

  Gerald screamed.

  His left arm—vanished. Erased from existence. His eyes widened in shock, his demonic body faltering.

  "Y-You—!"

  But Athena was already moving.

  Her figure blurred—appearing right before him, her palm aimed at his chest.

  SHRIP!

  A thin spatial rift shot forward, cutting deep into his body.

  Gerald coughed blackened blood, staggering back.

  For the first time—he felt fear.

  "Y-You... You monster..."

  Athena's expression remained impassive.

  "I don't need to hear that from a demon." She raised her hand for the finishing blow.

  But suddenly.

  A dark pulse erupted from Gerald’s broken form.

  BOOM!

  Athena was forced back, her body flickering as she warped away from the corrupted surge.

  Gerald laughed, blood dripping from his lips.

  "Heh… heh… you’re strong, princess." His grin twisted. "But I… I still have a purpose."

  He turned his eyes upward—toward Marcus and the colossal eye.

  And then, he poured every last ounce of his mana into the spell circle above him.

  "Witness, my final offering!"

  Athena reacted as fast she could, quickly ripping off his head and crushing it, before twisting space itself to fold his body into a cube.

  But it was already too late.

  The colossal eye in the sky trembled.

  And its attention shifted entirely.

  ****

  Above the battlefield.

  Marcus had been watching.

  The Devourer, the great abyssal being beyond comprehension, had ceased attacking him.

  Instead—

  It was now focused on reality itself.

  The rift in space widened, the edges of existence eroding like burning parchment.

  It was trying to enter.

  "Not happening."

  Marcus’s golden eyes gleamed with power.

  His lightning wings crackled, the storm above raging with divine fury.

  And then—

  He moved.

  A single step.

  And in an instant—

  He was above the eye.

  Directly above the entity that should not exist. The Devourer’s titanic gaze snapped toward him, its monstrous presence pressing down like an endless abyss.

  It was as if the universe itself rejected his existence.

  Marcus? He merely grinned.

  "You don’t belong here."

  He raised his hand, and the storm above roared in response.

  CRACK-KOOOOM!

  A pillar of pure lightning descended—

  But—

  The Devourer retaliated.

  A maelstrom of black void energy erupted, clashing against Marcus’s attack.

  The impact tore apart the sky, sending shockwaves across the entire city.

  But Marcus pushed forward.

  Electricity coiled around his body like a god’s divine mantle. He reached forward—his fingers stretching into the abyssal energy itself.

  And then...

  He grabbed it.

  The void that should have erased him?

  He held it in his grasp.

  And crushed it.

  The sky screamed.

  The Devourer’s eye widened.

  And in that moment—

  Marcus lunged forward.