Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2645: Dawn

"I will do everything I can to find him... and bring him home."

That was the promise Morgana made months ago, when Emery vanished without a trace.

What followed was a summons from Khaos itself. A calling from the primordial being through a rift in space. There, amidst shattered citadels, she found Killgragah—once the mightiest of beasts—reduced to a flickering wisp no larger than her forearm.

Together, they were given a divine task: to defeat the Red Demon’s Elder Dragon, a godly realm creature left behind from a battle between two Khaos champions, Emery and Tolaro.

Even wounded, the crimson Bahamoth was beyond anything Morgana had ever faced. Its presence alone warped the skies. She fought not to win—but to survive. Each encounter was a nightmare of claws, fire, and pain. She would have died a dozen times over, were it not for Killgragah’s help and Khaos’s guidance.

Days became weeks. Weeks bled into months.

She fought through torn muscles and shattered bones. Her flames dimmed. Her blood spilled more than she thought a body could hold.

But each time, she rose again.

Not because she was unafraid of death, but because of a promise that completing the task would restore the broken Famine Gate—the bridge that could bring Emery back.

So she endured.

Finally, on the one‑hundred‑ninety‑second day, after hundreds of battles, beneath a sky snowing violet ash, her claws pierced the dragon’s heart. The colossus collapsed, and the void itself quaked.

Killgragah, reborn in flame and fury, devoured the dragon’s essence and took its form. Its body—colossal, sinuous, draped in infernal scales—was reconstructed anew, infused with the unholy fire of Khaos. And in its wake, the Famine Gate pulsed with life again.

Morgana took her prize, a vial of dragon ichor that came straight from its heart, thick as magma, filled with ancient power.

Her throat burned like it had been seared shut. Her heart pounded so hard it cracked her ribs. The ichor coursed through her veins like a storm of stars—shattering impurities, melting barriers, she convulsed—then ascended.

[Bloodline Limit: Rank 8]

[Current Rank – Rank 7 – The Dawn Wolf]

The clash of months, fused with the power surge, triggered her Grand Magus Tribulation.

Columns of cosmic lightning struck the abyss, and firestorms of divine wrath swept across the fractured realm. Under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible to endure. But Killgragah stood beside her.

<"I’ll help you this time, kid.">

Together, they stood side by side.

And together, they endured.

Her body bathed in cosmic light. Her divine sense awakened. The power of the cosmos itself surged within her veins.

She had done it.

She broke into the Grand Magus realm.

And yet—

"Can we bring him home now?"

Killgragah was silent.

Morgana’s fists clenched, her claws biting into her palms.

<The Gate is fixed, yes... but now we can only wait. He must open the door from his side.">

The words struck harder than any tribulation.

Rage, sorrow, helplessness—every storm she had weathered these past months boiled to the surface. "LIAR!!! BRING HIM BACK!!"

But there was no more promise to give.

Only truth.

Only silence.

She returned to Earth, anew.

"I will protect Earth... no one will take this from us!"

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Now, in the present, Morgana whispered the name:

"Killgragah..."

The Famine Gate shuddered, splitting open once more. A tidal wave of Khaos energy erupted forth. Smoke, flame, and shadow converged—until it took shape. A dragon, enormous and terrible, its wings blotting out the arena sky. 𝙍𝐚𝐍𝙤ʙĘ𝘴

The sheer pressure shattered Kronos’s temporal bindings in an instant. The distortions of time—those invisible chains that had locked Morgana in place—rippled and snapped like glass under the weight of a god’s roar.

She stepped free, fire blooming at her heels.

"BURN THEM ALL!"

Morgana’s form blazed with fury. Her claws ignited with cosmic flame as she invoked her spell:

[Hell Inferno].

A Tier 7 fire spell—no, more. With the power of Khaos behind it, it surged beyond its rank. Flames the color of deepest crimson and violet-black tore across the battlefield in a violent maelstrom. The heat was absolute, scorching even space itself.

The two phantoms of Kronos—each replica with Grand Magus power—were consumed in fire and hurled backward, their celestial shields breaking. Even the crowd had to shield their eyes from the overwhelming heat.

But Morgana wasn’t done.

She charged.

A comet of fury and flame, her body trailing streaks of Khaos light, both arms raised with claws glowing like molten daggers. Her target: the real Kronos.

The Time God’s expression shifted.

This was the second time Kronos had been pushed to the edge. Her assault rivaled Julian’s final strike, but he had learned his lesson. With only two phantoms created, he was able to keep his reaction speed intact. He vanished just before her claws could rip through his chest. The air where he once stood hissed, burned from the lingering force of her missed attack.

Still, Morgana did not relent.

She pivoted mid-air—her body twisting like a predator in freefall—and lunged again. "DIE!!" she howled, eyes aflame, chasing the retreating god with relentless fury.

However, the two phantoms intercepted her path, scythes swinging.

BAMMM!!!

She crashed into them like a meteor.

Her right claw smashed the first phantom’s weapon aside and sent him skidding across the ground. The second phantom slashed across her waist—drawing blood—but the Dawn Wolf didn’t flinch. She growled through the pain, then reached forward.

Both hands clamped down on the phantom’s skull.

"ARRGHHH!!!"

With a sickening CRACK, the phantom’s skull caved in beneath Morgana’s claws.

Time itself fractured at the point of impact—its head exploding into radiant shards of temporal energy, disintegrating into golden dust that shimmered briefly before vanishing into the void.

Gasps rippled through the arena.

Though a phantom, it had the exact strength and form of Kronos himself. To destroy it outright meant Morgana’s strength had reached an inconceivable level.

Kronos paled.

The realization hit like thunder.

He had miscalculated.

This wasn’t just a half-blood girl who’d recently broken into the Grand Magus realm.

She had risen beyond the one Cosmos realm.

She was a monster.

And now, she was coming for him.