Chapter 664: Unfathomable
Heather City was situated on one of the larger fragments...
Countless shards drifted through the void, colliding and merging endlessly, until finally forming hundreds of fragmented continents.
“The once-glorious Northend World reduced to this... Well, at least with it shattered, the void storms bring a lot more magic power.”
Leon stepped out of the desolate library, glanced at the chaotic void swirling around the continental fragments, and muttered absentmindedly.
Since Northend World was shattered, Leon had spent several months here. Every few days, he’d go outside Heather City to hunt Sand Beasts—the only edible thing around, even if their meat was nearly impossible to swallow.
People died in Heather City every day, and those left alive grew fewer and fewer...
In the spare time, all he could do was read in that library. Oddly enough, he found himself drawn to advanced magic books considered light reading—he didn’t know their contents, yet every time he read them, it felt strangely familiar.
Maybe he’d skimmed them before just to kill time. Who knows? It was all just a way to pass the days, so he kept reading...
The Sand Beast meat was finished—it was time to go hunting again.
Leon left Heather City, planning to casually hunt a Sand Beast to fill his stomach. With his strength as an eighth-tier Archmage, hunting Sand Beasts was child's play.
He hadn’t gone far before luck struck—a Sand Beast was chasing someone. The man fled desperately, the beast hot on his heels, ready to swallow him whole at any moment.
Leon cast Flight and soared over, slicing the Sand Beast in two with a single Dimensional Blade, then froze its corpse solid with an Ice Spell.
After storing away the Sand Beast’s corpse, Leon landed and glanced at the panting man slumped on the ground.
The man scrambled to his feet as Leon landed, offering an ancient mage’s salute.
“Thank you for saving my life, sir. My name is Reid Watson. And you are...?”
Leon waved dismissively. “It was nothing, really.”
Reid Watson quickly praised, “That metaphor of yours is unique—and spot on, honestly. For a mage as powerful as you, saving me really is just a wave of the hand. Still, I owe you my thanks...”
After Leon saved Reid Watson, the guy shamelessly tagged along. Ever since Northend World shattered, survival had only gotten harder for those left alive.
This fragment wasn’t small by any means. The Shelter Tower might be drained of magic, but its material was still excellent—perfect for blocking most things drifting through the void.
But on this fragment, which stretched just over a hundred miles, there was nothing but desert outside Heather City. Aside from the survivors, only Sand Beasts still lived.
If you didn’t want to starve, hunting Sand Beasts was the only option...
With magic only extractable from the void storms, even Grand Archmages were a rarity—let alone Leon, an eighth-tier Archmage whose combat power rivaled that of a high-ranking Title Archmage.
Reid Watson followed Leon around, fawning all the way. Leon didn’t bother to say much.
But honestly, Leon couldn’t shake the feeling he’d seen Reid Watson somewhere before—someone oddly familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall where.
It was like this even before Northend World shattered. So many things seemed familiar, yet he just couldn’t remember where he’d seen them.
He felt it every time he read in that desolate library. Now, looking at Reid Watson, it was the same feeling.
Leon shook his head and simply brought the shameless Reid Watson along. A single Sand Beast could feed him for days, but if Reid Watson insisted on hunting more, Leon didn’t mind.
Who knew when these days would end? It probably wouldn’t be long before even the Sand Beasts outside Heather City went extinct.
Reid Watson wasn’t much of a fighter—he could handle small Sand Beasts, but if there were too many, it got dangerous. Especially with the huge ones, the kind even regular Archmages struggled with; Reid Watson’s skills were barely worth mentioning.
After half an hour trekking through the desert, not a single Sand Beast had surfaced...
Another thirty minutes passed, and Leon was starting to get impatient. Suddenly, not far ahead, the sand began to churn—something was tunneling rapidly beneath the surface. That was the classic sign of a Sand Beast appearing.
Reid Watson was delighted. He quickly cast Haste and rushed forward. Still dozens of meters away, he couldn’t wait—he unleashed an Earthquake spell.
The ground within a dozen meters began to tremble. In the desert, where everything was sand, Earthquake’s power was astonishing—the sand boiled up like water in a pot.
A furious, piercing roar erupted from the sand. A Sand Beast, its mouth bristling with jagged fangs, burst from the depths.
The moment it appeared, jaws wide, the Sand Beast spat a spray of acid-laced sand at Reid Watson.
Terrified, Reid Watson chanted a spell—sand gathered before him, forming a wall over three meters high in just a second.
But the sand wall barely lasted a moment before the acid rain blasted it apart. A torrent of acid-soaked sand crashed toward Reid Watson.
Leon frowned slightly. How could this guy be so weak—he couldn’t even block a simple acid spray.
But the thought passed quickly. Leon casually conjured an ice wall in front of Reid Watson, then added an Ice Spell to freeze the acid into a solid block.
He looked up at the Sand Beast, half its body out of the ground. The creature was two meters thick, and just the exposed part stretched four or five meters long. As it emerged, Leon noticed three bleeding wounds on its back.
Was this Sand Beast wounded by someone?
Just as the thought crossed his mind, three figures rapidly approached from the distance.
“Damn, someone’s actually trying to steal Lord Hubert’s prey. Are they tired of living?”
At the front was a Dragonblood Orc, his body gold and crimson, wielding a ridiculously oversized warhammer. He charged forward, kicking up a cloud of sand, shouting as he went.
A magical wheel artifact floated beside the Dragonblood Orc, trailing smoky wisps that formed three strange faces—the middle one was scowling at Hubert.
“Hubert, it’s your fault for eating so much. Careful, one day there won’t even be these disgusting Sand Beasts left! Hurry up and finish it off!”
Hubert didn’t care at all, snorting, “Last time someone tried to steal Lord Hubert’s prey, I tossed that bastard into the void—let him starve!”
After Hubert and the magical artifact flew over, a woman with a frosty expression and aura of cold followed, along with an alchemical golem covered in patches.
Meanwhile, Reid Watson attacked with all his might, leaving the Sand Beast battered and bleeding. Leon finished it off with a casual Dimensional Blade, severing its head.
The Dragonblood Orc rushed over and, without a word, grabbed the Sand Beast’s corpse, trying to yank it completely out of the ground.
Reid Watson was instantly furious. “Who are you people? Are you looking for trouble? How dare you steal our prey!”
As he spoke, Reid Watson unleashed a Fireball spell—a head-sized orb exploded against the Dragonblood Orc, making him furious. He swung his weapon at Reid Watson.
“Damn you, pretty boy! You dare take on the great Lord Hubert? You’re asking for it!”
That massive weapon shattered Reid Watson’s shield with a single blow, and the leftover force sent him flying more than ten meters.
If not for his Ice Armor, that devastating attack—howling through the air—would’ve turned Reid Watson into a smear of meat.
Once the Dragonblood Orc attacked, the magical wheel artifact’s bizarre avatar joined in, shouting.
“Hubert, finish them off! All of them! Damn it, they dared attack us—Lord Anderson is angry!”
Leon hadn’t even decided what to do yet. The Sand Beast was clearly their quarry, and judging by their strength, they weren’t weak. Fighting over a single Sand Beast was pointless—better to just split the spoils.
Unfortunately, Leon hadn’t even said a word before things escalated...
The magical artifact’s avatar controlled the wheel, unleashing a barrage of instant-cast spells. The spells weren’t high-level, but there were so many they crashed over like a tidal wave.
The Dragonblood Orc, swinging that terrifyingly heavy weapon, howled as he charged. Every swing blasted sand in a ten-meter radius—the shockwave was just as powerful as some spell attacks.
The woman, cold as ice, was even more ruthless. In the desert, she unleashed powerful frost magic—dozens of ice spears in a single cast, unfazed by mana consumption.
The patchwork alchemical golem looked low-grade, but every spell it cast was instant and sixth-rank. The force of its magic was no weaker than the artifact’s spells.
How were none of these people worried about running out of mana?
Leon was seriously annoyed—this fight was getting ridiculous.
From the moment this bizarre group appeared, Leon felt they looked familiar. Especially when he heard their names—it was all strangely familiar.
But he just couldn’t remember why. Before he could figure it out, Reid Watson was already sent flying and hadn’t gotten up yet.