Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1543 War Between Primordials and Devils!

Max's eyes grew a bit unfocused while he attempted to follow that source, yet it stayed vague, concealed deep past his current senses.

'Why dispatch these rather than show up in person?' he pondered.

No reply surfaced right away.

Right as that idea hung in the air, events shifted abruptly.

The wolves halted their circling without a single sign.

Suddenly, like an invisible order rang out, they started departing.

One after another.

Pack after pack.

They wheeled around, fierce stares holding for an instant prior to vanishing into the horizon. The heavy pressure enveloping the party gradually eased as the pack vanished every bit as swiftly as it had materialized.

In mere moments, every wolf had gone.

Silence reclaimed the region.

At last, the team let out their held breaths.

Relief surged through them while the gripping stress dissolved completely.

"What occurred there?" Isabella questioned, confusion lacing her tone as she scanned the surroundings. "Why didn't they strike at us?"

Max released a soft exhale prior to replying, a subtle grin forming on his lips. "Because those weren't genuine wolves from the start," he stated. "They were merely dense energy shapes formed by a far mightier hunter."

Rose glanced his way, a flicker of astonishment in her gaze.

She hadn't anticipated his swift insight into the deception.

Following a short hesitation, she inclined her head. "You're right," she affirmed. "Those weren't actual beings. They were manifestations from a vastly superior entity."

Her face hardened further as she went on. "But it went beyond that. It was a snare."

The party tensed up at her revelation.

"Should any one of you have struck," she articulated deliberately, "everything would have flipped entirely."

Max's stare intensified. "What sort of snare?"

Rose's eyes chilled while she detailed it. "Destroy a single wolf, and the rest would dissolve into raw energy. That force would then encircle us fully, locking us inside."

She halted for a second before proceeding.

"And then, we'd all drift into slumber."

A cold shiver gripped the group.

"That's when," Rose murmured, her tone hushed, "the real hunter controlling them would emerge."

Her eyes roamed the barren ground the wolves had left.

"Leaving us as mere victims ripe for devouring."

Her statement hung in heavy quiet.

This was Orion.

Even seemingly benign things could spell doom.

"Why didn't that hunter come at us straight on?" Max inquired while they pressed forward, his eyes still fixed toward the wolves' retreat.

Rose kept her pace steady in response, her words steady and assured. "Because it senses," she replied. "It senses we harbor folks capable of slaying it."

Max paid close heed.

"Orion's beasts differ from those beyond," Rose elaborated. "Instinct doesn't solely guide them. They possess true cunning. They watch, they assess, they weigh if battle merits the cost. That hunter sized us up and deemed the danger excessive."

Max dipped his head gradually.

It all made sense now.

The hunter wasn't incapable of assaulting them.

It merely opted against it.

As the trek plunged further into Orion's ravaged territories, Max's mind returned to the prior spectacle—the wreckage, the devastation, and the potent aura of antiquity permeating the atmosphere.

After a momentary hush, he voiced again.

"Miss Rose," he uttered, "do you know the nature of the war that caused this?"

Real intrigue colored his words.

Should anyone hold the answers, it'd be Rose, seasoned by years in this realm.

Rose stayed quiet briefly, seemingly sorting her mind.

Soon, she replied.

"I've roamed Orion for a considerable while," she noted. "In that span, I've delved into its history. Full knowledge eludes us, with much erased, yet shards of reality dot the Divine Realm."

Her look drifted a touch as she strode on, gravity deepening her voice.

"Long ago, a colossal war erupted in the Divine Realm," she declared. "No petty clash of powers. No familial or clan feud. Something immensely vaster."

Max's focus peaked.

"That conflict ravaged all star domains," Rose pressed on. "Every nook of the Divine Realm suffered. Vast zones drowned in turmoil. Innumerable powers got pulled in, by choice or force. It redefined power's equilibrium through all creation."

She stopped short before appending, "And for motives yet obscure, Orion turned into a prime warzone."

As Max listened, his eyes narrowed just a touch.

"This planet," Rose explained, "wasn't always like this. It wasn't a lifeless world overrun with ruins. It brimmed with vitality. Yet in that war, it turned into a focal point of clash."

Her voice dropped a notch.

"Powerhouses from various realms converged here. Holy Lords, Holy Kings, and even entities at the Divine Master Realm clashed upon this soil."

Her words hung thick in the atmosphere.

"These beings could shatter stars," she went on. "And their battles raged right here."

A heaviness filled Max's chest.

Rose's face grew even graver while she spoke further. "From what I've learned, the heart of that war linked to the devils," she stated. "It went beyond a fight for land or dominance. It ran far deeper."

She cast a quick look at Max.

"It was a war pitting the Primordials against the Devils."

Those words bore immense gravity.

"That struggle engulfed the whole Divine Realm," she noted. "It didn't confine itself to one spot. Yet Orion hosted some of the fiercest confrontations."

Max stayed quiet. He never thought the devils were involved once more. The war had erupted due to them.

"That war left this planet in ruins," Rose pressed on. "Its laws shattered. Its framework fractured. To this day, echoes of those fights linger."

Her gaze fixed forward where the devastated terrain extended without end.

"That's why they name Orion a forbidden planet."

A short silence followed.

"Still," she noted, "adventurers keep arriving."

A trace of bitterness laced her voice.

"They flock here thinking destruction hides chances. Legacies from slain powerhouses. Forgotten arts. Hidden riches. Strength to rewrite their destinies."

She exhaled softly.

"Yet most never make it out."

Though her tone stayed even, the implication rang loud.

"They pursue those chances," she remarked, "yet truly, countless head straight to their doom."

Silence enveloped the group as they pressed onward.