Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2508

Faced with a being of pure light, Glemos had barely the time to register that the First King indeed had more than two eyes before his survival instinct prompted him to run away without looking back.

Back then, Valeron had recently achieved the white core whereas Glemos was already millennia old. The Tyrant had already fought and sometimes killed ancient bright violet-cored Emperor Beasts much bigger than him.

Glemos had also faced several Divine Beasts during his time and had always survived. Yet when the First King unleashed his full might, the Tyrant ran.

The fact that Valeron was barely thirty years old didn't put a dent in the fear that possessed Glemos' legs. Valeron's bloodlust wasn't even aimed at Glemos but he knew that if he stayed there, death would come for him.

Only after putting dozens of kilometers between them did Glemos feel safe enough to stop, swearing that he would never approach the monster called Valeron again.

Whenever he recounted this story, the Tyrant would highlight how even being in the presence of the monarch hurt. How he had failed to check for the Spirit Eye because his mystical senses ached at the mere sight of Valeron.

Glemos had no idea why he had panicked like that since the First King was unaware of his presence, yet he had the certainty that if he had acted any differently, he would have died.

'I'm no Glemos and that thing is no Valeron. Then how come I feel like this?' Eryon thought as his body shivered in terror.

The Fomor had never heard of Tiamat Fear and was unaware that once activated, drawing in the world energy with his wings would also carry Lith's mana right inside his body.

Eryon bit his own cheek to resist the impulse to run away like his god had done almost a thousand years ago, using both his red and black eyes to survive the raging tide of Final Eclipse.

'Why the heck hasn't he run away already?' Lith inwardly cursed.

'I don't know.' Solus replied from the pocket of the Fomor's tunic inside which she had slipped during their first clash.

She was the reason Eryon was still alive and his army hadn't been turned into charcoal. Solus was the one casting the Final Eclipse and she had adjusted its power to make it non-lethal.

Killing the Fomor and the rest of his allies was easy. The difficult part was allowing him to escape without making it obvious. If Eryon was the only survivor, he would have had no believable means to make it out of the encirclement alive.

The rest of the monsters were still breathing only because Lith wanted them to "sacrifice" themselves to give their leader the opening he needed.

'Turn the heat up a notch.'

'Got it.' Lith fused the Hands of Menadion with the gloves of the Voidwalker armor, using them to replenish the world energy and with it the elemental magic and the mystical flames of his Demons.

The Tiamat came down slowly, his body shrouded in darkness as he conjured bolts of lightning from both the ground and the sky. The Fomor used his wings to drain the world energy that fueled Mjolnir but for the first time in his life, Mogar resisted his pull.

He then used his yellow and orange eyes to Dominate the spell like Glemos had taught him yet the storm ignored his command, trampling him and his troops like an avalanche.

The monsters were sent sprawling on the floor in a seizure and the Demons mercilessly struck them down with cold metal and burning Void Flames.

The Hands countered the Fomor's wings while Solus' Domination supported Lith's, making Eryon's eyes useless.