Age of Adepts

The skies were dark.

There was not a single cloud in the blood-red sky. No, in their place were numerous terrifying rifts.

These rifts were of every size.

The smaller ones were only several meters in length, slowly drifting through the air.

Meanwhile, the larger ones were several kilometers long, spanning the horizon like a nasty gash in the sky. They were the color of blood as well.

Spacestorms entered from the rifts, causing severe and irreversible damage to the ecosystem of the plane.

All life was extinguished under the rifts, and the material substance of the plane was continually being stolen.

The once lush greenery that filled every inch of the land of Morrian Plane had vanished without a trace. All plant life had been shredded to ribbons by the spacestorm, carried away to the ends of the universe. The animals and beasts with sharper senses had already fled to regions that were still untouched by the spacestorms.

If it weren’t for the overwhelming might of the party and their teamwork, this trip to the evacuation point might have been more dangerous and complicated than the mission itself.

The three adepts’ emotions were those of sorrow, sadness, and an indescribable gloom during the journey.

Greem had been confused by the presence of these emotions, and he only realized what was happening after receiving a notification from the Chip.

These emotions did not come from them. Rather, they were emotions projected by the dying planar consciousness that had afflicted their very souls. As they were all currently enveloped by the planar consciousness, this affliction of emotions was subtle and unnoticed.

The Morrian Plane did not wish to die either. It had its own fear and unwillingness.

As it slowly headed towards death, it struggled and screamed for help with all it had. It projected the feeling of despair and the madness of awaiting death outwards, afflicting the souls of every living being present within it.

It was sinking, and it was despairing.

And it dragged all living beings to sink and fall into despair along with it.

The surviving inhabitants of the plane charged out of their shelters as if possessed, wildly attacking all the invaders with no regard for the massive gulf in power. It indirectly hastened the death of the planar consciousness.

Since the day of defeat, the systematic arcane power of Morrian Plane quickly faded away.

Large groups of arcanists vanished from Morrian Plane, migrating to some unknown place. However, in the process, they had left behind an innumerable amount of low-grade arcanists and apprentices.

All the refugees swarmed towards the regions where the light of the arcane tower still shone. The remaining arcanists were crowded in a small living area, using what remained of the arcane energies to repel the increasingly hostile environment and the terrifying otherworldly creatures.

The weaker humans quickly died because of radiation, starvation, or infighting. Scenes of deceit, betrayal, and dark despair played out in all the shelters.

The actors of these plays put on a stellar performance, perfectly exemplifying the despair and madness inherent of human nature in the course of awaiting death. It was a depressing reality and one that made a person sigh in helplessness.

With the powerful elementium resistance of Fourth Grade adepts, Greem and the two others were barely affected by the ‘insignificant’ changes to the environment. However, all the small villages along the way were not void of life.

On the contrary, they only found human corpses in barren wastelands.

These bodies were always malnourished and deprived of food. It was obvious that they’d had no choice but to flee their shelters out of starvation to search for food, only to die to the overwhelming energy radiation on the outside.

It had barely been two weeks, yet the entire Morrian Plane was on death’s door. Every living being inside the plane was also drawing their last breath!

Greem’s spirits were downcast as he walked in a world like this.