Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3249

Chapter 3249 Opening Fire (Part 2)

The dimensional passageway looked similar to a Warp Steps but instead of leading to another place it opened on the other side of the Fringe.

"Incoming!" The elves patrolling the borders of the access point to Chalal aimed their weapons and opened fire.

A barrage of spells erupted from staves, rings, arrows, and splayed fingers for a devastating effect. There was still no stable connection with the outside world so everything that hit Mogar's veil bounced back.

The spells hit their casters first, but since a mage couldn't be hurt by their own mana, they phased through the front line of elves, leaving them unscathed. Those behind them, however, weren't that lucky.

The bombardment knocked many elves off their feet, inflicting grave injuries, maiming some, and killing a few. The aftermath would have been carnage if not for the casters of the spells steering them to empty areas as soon as they realized their mistake and the protection offered by the Yggdrasill's arrays.

"Stand down, you fools!" The World Tree roared. "Attacking Mogar is like spitting at the sky. It can only hit you in the face."

"What's happening, my liege?" A Chronicler asked.

Their ranks had suffered no damage or casualties thanks to the fragment of the World Tree in their bodies warning them timely and making them raise their Spirit Barriers instead of attacking.

"I don't know!" The words were filled with bitterness to the point of sounding like a curse.

The Yggdrasill was the descendant of Mogar's First Awakened, their mind and libraries a repository of knowledge encompassing everything. Ignorance was not something the World Tree could condone lightly, even from themselves.

"Nothing like this has ever happened before. Hold your fire until I give you the order to attack. Use this time to treat the wounded and replace the lost spells. We are the ones waiting in ambush. Being caught unprepared is unacceptable!" _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

The Librarians and common elves were shocked, many of them exchanging sideways glances.

First, the kidnapped woman had managed to escape and wrecked their villages. Then, an entire squad of Chroniclers had failed their mission to eliminate Verhen and their death throes had shaken the entire Fringe.

And now, the sanctity of their home was being violated.

Too many unprecedented things had happened in what for an elf was the blink of an eye and the World Tree had proved to have no control over the consequences of their own schemes.

The elves' trust in their host was getting as shaky as their knees. They had hidden inside the Fringes to escape the War of the Races and now their host had brought it back to their doorstep.

On the outside, Lith kept pouring more and more mana into the world energy. As the area he controlled expanded, however, the burden on his mind increased beyond what he could bear.

The Fringe was a displaced space, its dimensional coordinates were inside the boundaries of Mogar yet as foreign as they led to a different planet.

Lith had to dominate the veil, establish the connection with the other side, and keep the dimensional corridor stable enough to allow passage without it imploding and killing everyone.

Lith's mastery of magic was great and thanks to his seven eyes there was no elemental force he couldn't subdue yet he was no dimensional mage. Tezka was.

The Suneater looked through the rift forming in the eye of the vortex, grasping the Fringe's dimensional coordinates and aligning them with those of the space in front of him.