The spatial rift that had just attracted Arthur and Michael seemed to be provoked into a furious rage after the metallic dragon detonated the void magnetic field. It suddenly expanded more than tenfold, and the powerful pull from the endless chaotic dimensional space far surpassed what had just ensnared Michael. Even with Morgan burning his last battle energy and gold coins, using every ounce of strength, he still could not resist.

"Heh, Arthur! You have to live on for both our sakes, and love your Onisha and little sister Luna well!" Morgan, wearing a triumphant smile, waved at Arthur as if bidding farewell. He saw a gray shadow flash behind the fire dragon Michael; the half-visible shadow dragon and its master Goddard appeared behind the fire dragon. The shadow dragon stretched out its foreclaws and grabbed the fire dragon Michael, then quickly broke free from the gravitational field of the grand forbidden spell, flying farther and farther away with the other dragon riders. Even that scoundrel Grant and his wyvern had a stroke of luck and were dragged out of the danger zone.

The shadow dragon rider Goddard, his deep, dark green eyes behind his helmet gazing at Morgan with a silent indifference, yet there was regret in his eyes.

At this moment, saving even one more was a feat; managing to pull out Michael was already extremely difficult. As for Morgan and the gold dragon, he was powerless. The Slan Empire had no silver dragon riders of the spatial element, and even if they did, they could not freely rescue people in such a violent spatial rift. He had only managed to save the fire dragon and its rider by sheer luck, using the explosive force from the void magnetic field.

"Arthur has her Onisha and her little sister Luna, but I have nothing at all. Being unattached isn't without its benefits—at least not too many people will grieve for me. Seems like I’ve made a profit!" Morgan smiled in relief, never having imagined that his humble life would one day make such a bold and reckless move.

The metallic dragon Gold was completely panicked, roaring wildly and desperately flapping its wings, trying to break free from the pull. But then, a vast darkness suddenly enveloped the metallic dragon and Morgan...

Boom...

The "Abyssal Prison Grand Forbidden Spell," blooming with countless cracks like a hedgehog, finally evolved into a black, super-giant sphere, reaching from the sky to the ground. When the Tessi Empire’s mage corps could no longer provide any magic power, it wobbled lightly like a bubble, gradually became transparent, and disappeared, as if it had never existed at all.

The once oppressive dark clouds in the sky now had a huge hole, revealing the clear blue sky once more. Under the devouring force of space, brilliant sunlight poured down onto the ground without hindrance. Countless people raised their hands and squinted, slowly adjusting to the sudden brightness.

After the collision of two forbidden spells, plus the eruption of a spatial grand forbidden spell, a circular crater almost spanning the entire battlefield appeared on the ground. No doubt, years later, a beautiful lake would form here.

The wailing wind swept across the desolate battlefield. The remaining soldiers of both empires were too exhausted to fight, staring blankly at the circular crater where everything seemed to have been reduced to nothingness by the devastating forbidden spells.

From the sky came the lingering, unsettled dragon roars. The minds of both sides’ supreme commanders were blank, but one thing was certain: the ministers and His Majesty the Emperor, upon receiving the latest battle report, would soon be in the same state. Whatever happened next would have nothing to do with anything that had vanished inside the "Abyssal Prison Grand Forbidden Spell."

Perhaps this is an end? Or perhaps, this is just the beginning!

Volume One

Section 10 Where is this? CosPlay!

"Damn! What the hell just happened? Where am I?" A young man's voice rang out in a secluded alley, accompanied by his groans and the harsh sound of metal scraping.

Thud... A metal glove, armored to the fingertips, slapped against the red brick wall of the alley. With a bit of force, red brick dust crumbled down.

The young man staggered to his feet. If anyone had been in the alley, they would have been shocked to see a figure completely shrouded in pitch-black armor standing there. The strange armor was full of exotic artistic beauty, and the subtle, mystical patterns hinted at endless mystery. The giant sword on his back, taller than a person, would have blown the minds of countless onlookers.

Click. The figure in black armor removed his helmet, revealing long black hair and a young face in his early twenties. He wiped away a trace of dark red blood from the corner of his mouth and leaned heavily against the wall, greedily gulping in the air.

"Where... where is this!" The man in black armor seemed to have regained some sense and strength. He looked around—everything was unfamiliar. Suddenly, his gaze fixed on something not far away: a golden object, half-buried in a pile of random junk, glinting in the sunlight.

The man in black armor staggered over, picked up the object, and examined it in his hand.

It was about the size of an egg, entirely golden, and seemed to be made of metal. Its scale-like hidden patterns were covered with countless sesame-sized runes, as if they were naturally engraved. From time to time, faint electric lines flickered across its surface and vanished. This golden, egg-shaped metal object gave the man in black armor a strange sense of familiarity, as if it were alive.