Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

The battlefield was chaos. Flames clashed against shadow, blood sprayed across shattered stone, and cries of rage and despair echoed through the Black Rock Region. Humans and demons fought with unrestrained ferocity, their desperation feeding the madness of the war.

Above them, Aden and Varian's battle ripped the sky itself apart. Firestorms collided with waves of darkness, splitting the heavens into red and black. The ground was a sea of corpses, and still neither side relented.

Max stood at the edge of the carnage, his white hair shimmering faintly as his eyes swept across the battlefield. He watched the humans, their blades trembling as they fought against monstrous demons, their blood soaking the ground, their voices crying out in defiance.

A weight pressed into his chest. He clenched his fists. "I cannot just stand here," he thought. "I will take part in this war too. This is my war as much as theirs." His body leaned forward, ready to launch into the fray.

Then it came.

A pressure unlike anything before descended from the sky. It was not like Aden's divine flames or Varian's endless darkness. It was heavier, older, more terrifying. It did not simply fall; it crushed. It tore through the battlefield like an invisible tide, smothering every living being under its weight.

The clash of blades stopped. Demons and humans alike collapsed to their knees as if the ground itself had turned against them. Strong warriors who moments before had been drenched in bloodlust now gasped for breath, their faces pale, their limbs trembling under the suffocating force. Demons howled as their bodies pressed flat to the earth. Humans groaned, their swords falling from their grip as their arms refused to move.

Even the leaders felt it. The hammer of Varian's darkness shook and nearly slipped from his grasp as his body was forced lower. Aden's flaming wings dimmed, the fire guttering under the oppressive force. Their duel froze midair, both staring down at the battlefield in shock.

The war, so vicious only moments ago, fell silent. The only sound that remained was the groaning of earth beneath a pressure too great for it to bear.

Gasps of confusion and fear rippled across the battlefield. "What is this? Whose power is this?" some humans cried, their voices strained as they tried to lift their heads. "Is it a god? A devil?" demons muttered in dread, their eyes wide with terror.

The battlefield trembled under the suffocating pressure, and no one dared to breathe too loudly. Lady Divine's face turned pale, her fingers tightening into a fist at her side. Her voice was heavy with dread as she whispered, "It's the Immortal Devil…"

Max didn't seem to hear her as he himself was in pure shock. His eyes burned crimson as fury consumed him once more. He raised his head toward the sky, his voice a roar that shook through the silence.

"MARK!"

The name tore from his throat like a curse. He would never mistake this aura. He could be wrong about anything else in the world, but not about Mark. The aura reeked of infernal energy so thick and suffocating it churned his very blood.

He turned sharply toward Aden, President William, and the others, his voice low but unyielding. "It's Mark. This is Mark's pressure. I am sure of it."

Aden's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening until his teeth ground together. His usually calm demeanor wavered, replaced by grim realization. "Mark?" he muttered. His expression grew darker with each passing second. He had prepared for demons, for nulls, even for ascendants—but not for the Immortal Devil to appear this early, not when the war had barely begun.

Across from them, Varian's killing intent vanished as though it had never existed. The fury that consumed him moments ago melted away into something far worse: anticipation. A slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. His eyes gleamed with cruel light as he trembled slightly, unable to contain his excitement. "So, it begins…" he whispered to himself. His voice rose, filled with mocking delight. "I guess this is where we part ways."

Without hesitation, Varian turned away. His demonic aura wrapped around him like a cloak as he retreated into the distance. The other demon lords followed, their bodies melting into shadow as they vanished one after another. The abruptness of their retreat left Aden and the human leaders on edge, suspicion flashing in their eyes.

"Why withdraw now?" Hermes muttered through clenched teeth. His expression betrayed his unease.

Max, however, was not confused. His senses spread outward, his Three Dimensional Body extending as far as it could reach. Though the range could not cover the entire world, the pulse of infernal energy in the far east was unmistakable. His brows knitted, his voice grim. "This pressure is not here. It's coming from the very east. Mark is there. I can feel it."

"Far east?" Aden repeated, his face sinking into shadow. President William, Hermes, and the tiger-masked leader of the Obsidian Order all turned to one another, their faces equally solemn.

"The Bright Buddha Palace…" Aden finally said, his voice like steel. "That is where its headquarters lie. If Mark has revealed himself there…" He did not finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

"Let's go now!" Aden commanded. His figure erupted into light, soaring into the sky with blinding speed. One by one, the leaders followed—President William in a cloak of lightning, Hermes with golden radiance spilling from his body, the tiger-masked man cloaked in dark mist. The air thundered as their combined power split the skies, each of them racing eastward.

Lady Divine glanced at Max. Her expression was unreadable as she raised her hand and flicked a single rune. It flew through the air and struck Max's chest, attaching itself to his body. Before he could ask what it was, his body surged upward against his will.

"Let us go too," Lady Divine said, her voice calm but laced with urgency. Her figure transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the distance.