Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1542 Order to not attack!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"Do not wander off by yourself," Rose cautioned while guiding the group ahead, her tone resolute with an commanding weight that signaled no second warnings. Carelessness found no place in this realm. Each stride across Orion demanded precision, each choice utmost intent.
Max's team hugged her right flank, the other trailing on her left. Idle chatter stayed absent. The previous uproar had dissolved into oblivion, supplanted by intense quiet as all adapted to the merciless truth lurking beyond camp borders.
Ahead stretched a mute witness to utter ruin.
They traversed a domain fitting no label save a tomb of some forgotten war. Crumbled edifices dotted the landscape in all directions, echoes of grand edifices now shattered into mere shards.
Certain spots brimmed with fractured armor and snapped blades, partially entombed in soil like relics of frantic combat. Elsewhere loomed enormous skeletal frames, some from beasts so colossal their bones still pulsed with eerie, ominous energy.
This surpassed mere battleground.
Here, myriad souls had perished.
Though Orion earned its red-planet fame, Max spotted an oddity as they delved further. The signature crimson hue vanished entirely in this zone. Soil loomed black, heavens hung somber, and the whole scene dripped with dull, barren pallor.
Whatever catastrophe struck had seemingly leeched the world's vital tint, substituting grim desolation.
Max kept vigilant watch on all details until abruptly his awareness altered.
Via his Dimensional Sovereign Body, motion registered.
Far from solitary.
Numerous.
His gaze sharpened as concentration deepened.
Wolves advanced from the right flank.
No.
Far beyond a pack.
A swarm.
Their count swelled enormously, hitting hundreds or beyond. Chaos marked their advance yet unity guided it, speed propelling them over wreckage straight at the group.
'What the hell… where did so many of them come from?'
Max's brow furrowed intensely, the abrupt swarm startling even him.
He uttered without pause, tone hushed yet audible to all. "To our right. A horde of wolves is heading toward us."
Reaction struck instantly.
Alertness gripped everyone.
Both teams swung focus to Max's pointed direction, forms priming for combat as atmosphere thickened with strain.
All but one.
Rose stayed facing ahead.
Solemnity etched her face, devoid of the panic others harbored. Rather than frantic response, she appeared to foresee such peril.
Then her voice rang out.
"Listen carefully," she instructed, steady command dominating. "Do not attack them."
Her declaration sliced the mounting pressure.
"I repeat," she pressed on, eyes fixed forward amid steps, "do not attack the wolves."
Doubt rippled through both teams.
Bewilderment clouded features.
"They will approach us," Rose clarified. "They will smell us, assess us, and then move on. As long as we do not provoke them, they will not attack."
Authority hardened her delivery.
"So no matter what happens, do not make a move. Do not release your aura. Do not attack. Just stand your ground."
Though logic eluded many, conviction laced her words.
Crucially, her role as guide stood unquestioned.
With grudging compliance, teams assented, quelling battle urges to confront the threat passively.
Rose's admonition echoed as teams pressed on in strained hush. Footfalls weighed more now, their echoes jarringly loud amid Orion's expansive void. Atmosphere sharpened, laced with subtle dread assaulting senses.
Soon after, the wolf swarm emerged fully.
Initially mere silhouettes gliding over fractured earth, proximity unveiled their shapes. Scores swelled to hordes. Frames sleek yet mighty, pelts coarse and shadowed, gazes burning with icy hunter's gleam that chilled to the core.
Volume alone daunted battle-hardened souls.
Instinct drove some to clench weapons tighter. Breaths labored for others as fear clawed minds. One mighty foe encircled was daunting; hundreds transformed terror.
Wolves surged with velocity.
Mere breaths later, they closed in.
Assault absent, they commenced encircling.
The nine humans found themselves fully hemmed.
Glowing stares pierced from all angles. Faint rumbles reverberated, pack's crushing weight draping like unseen snare.
Group froze rigid.
Motion shunned by all.
Rose's prior edict resounded, compelling restraint over primal drives. Bodies yearned for clash, self-shield, yet discipline prevailed.
No strikes flew.
Wolves fixed unrelenting stares.
Eyes keen, near-sentient, appraising over preying. Pacing deliberate, nostrils questing scents, fixation locked on central humans.
Max held motionless, composure intact, senses razor-sharp. Dimensional Sovereign Body scanned meticulously.
Insight struck.
Eyes tightened faintly.
'These wolves… they are not real.'
Epiphany hit swift, yet clarity followed.
'They are just condensed forms of energy,' Max pondered. 'Manifestations created by something far more powerful.'
Detection sharpened.
No vital spark lurked beneath hides, no standalone essence. Shared imprint bound them—a singular, superior source.
A vastly mightier hunter.