Earth's Greatest Magus

Chapter 2572  Central Stronghold

The ship finally descended through heavy clouds, its hull groaning under the pressure of the storm above. Snow whipped past the windows in thick flurries as the landscape below came into view—a vast stretch of white wilderness broken only by jagged mountain peaks and ancient stone walls.

Nestled within a deep valley, surrounded by towering cliffs, lay the Central Stronghold—the alliance's main bastion in this region. The citadel itself was massive, carved directly into the frozen heart of the mountains. Spires of dark stone jutted from the mountain like broken spears, and magical sigils shimmered along the walls, casting a faint blue glow that pulsed in rhythm with the fortress's shield formation.

This place was no ordinary military outpost. It was a fortress forged through centuries of war and reinforced with the blood and will of the strongest warriors.

Thousands of Magus soldiers patrolled its perimeter, and dozens of cosmic-level experts stood guard from the towers. The air here was tense, heavy with magical pressure, and thick with the scent of blood and spirit residue. There were signs of ongoing battles—explosions in the distance, soul flares flickering like lightning behind the mountains.

As Emery's ship landed on one of the side platforms, the storm began to calm—but the tension only grew. An entire patrol team waited for them at the docking zone, all clad in enchanted armor, their auras sharp and focused.

There was no welcome, no greetings. Just immediate orders.