Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1563 Tamara - Spear War Lord!

"Luna, are you alright?"

Once the final devil collapsed, three teams burst out from hiding and encircled them. These hailed from the Sword God Palace, the Ascension Hall, and the War God Palace. Leading at the forefront was a woman who instantly captured everyone's focus. She shared an uncanny likeness with Luna, but her radiating aura proved vastly more dominant and majestic, despite her cultivation lingering at the peak of the Law Refinement Realm too.

She had been the speaker.

Light golden armor adorned her form, yet its exquisite craftsmanship made it seem like graceful robes rather than combat wear, lending her an air of serenity and regality. Her golden tresses were pulled into a neat ponytail, gently swaying with her motions.

"We are fine, big sister," Luna answered with a grin. "We ran into some trouble along the way, but we managed to deal with it."

"Big sister?" Max pondered while eyeing the woman, his interest instantly sparked.

Right then, Luna faced the crowd and announced. "Everyone, this is my elder sister. Her name is Tamara."

"Tamara?" Max echoed in his mind, deeming the name a bit odd.

Before more thoughts could form, Lucia's astonished voice cut through. "Wait… is this Miss Tamara from the War God Palace?"

Luna nodded, pride flickering across her face.

"I have heard of her," a team member exclaimed, barely containing their thrill. "If I am not mistaken, she is one of the Five War Lords of the War God Palace. Miss Tamara is the legendary Spear War Lord."

"I never imagined I would meet one of the Five War Lords in person," another chimed in, voice brimming with reverence. "And to be protected by her at that."

"Her reputation is extraordinary," yet another remarked. "It is said that she reached the peak of the Law Manifestation Realm long ago and has deliberately suppressed her strength to participate in the Cosmic Ascension Conference."

"That is not all," a different voice added softly. "I have heard that among the Five War Lords, the Spear War Lord is considered one of the strongest. No one knows her exact ranking, but she is believed to be within the top three."

Voice after voice rose in turn, the group overflowing with awe and buzz, each sharing tidbits of her famed exploits.

Overhearing this, Max's eyes narrowed a touch as he scrutinized Tamara anew. He grasped that this Tamara held immense stature in the Divine Realm.

Tamara ignored the buzzing chatter nearby. Her eyes locked straight onto Max, the sole figure showing no outward stir. His unflappable poise, treating her name as commonplace, ignited a spark of intrigue in her.

"Wait," Tamara uttered abruptly, surprise tinging her words as realization hit. "I know you. Aren't you the one who now wields the Sword of the Sword Sovereign?"

Max held her stare steadily, expression unchanged, and offered a small nod. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Tamara."

Though he'd never encountered her fame prior, the others' fervor had clued him in on her rank. His words stayed courteous, balanced without excess deference or scorn.

Tamara eyed him briefly, curiosity gleaming silently as if peering into his depths. Yet she held back from probing. With a mere nod, she pivoted to Luna, resuming their talk like the exchange never occurred.

Witnessing this, Max exhaled softly in relief. He appreciated her not digging deeper. Unobtrusively, he directed his attention to Lucia and Isabella.

"Come here," he murmured low, motioning them nearer.

Confusion marked their faces, yet they drew close anyway.

"Give me your hands," Max instructed.

Their bewilderment grew.

"What are you planning to do?" Lucia queried, brows knitting faintly.

"It is just a precaution," Max assured steadily. "Do not worry. Just do it."

After a quick look between them, Lucia and Isabella offered their hands.

Max extended his reach and gently contacted both.

In that instant, an unseen imprint etched onto them—a faint link to his bond with the Dimension of Genesis. It happened without sound, betraying no outward trace.

"You are good now," Max stated with a faint smile, pulling back his hand.

"What did you do?" Lucia pressed, face growing solemn. "I sensed a faint spatial fluctuation just now, but it was too subtle to understand."

Isabella inspected her arm too, detecting no oddity.

"As I said, it is only a precaution," Max responded with a serene smile. "You will understand its purpose when the time comes."

Essentially straightforward yet deeply impactful was the action he took.

He had branded them using his Dimensional Anchor.

That brand enabled Max to summon them into his Dimension of Genesis anytime he desired, no matter the separation, with just a mere thought.

The clash with the devils had brought Max to a sharp realization.

This area was nowhere near secure.

Unaware of the lurking threats ahead, he dared not risk their protection to fate. This method assured him a constant ability to safeguard them against future perils.

"Are you Max?"

A chilling voice echoed from behind him.

Max spun around to see a contingent from the Sword God Palace closing in. Leading the group was a young woman radiating commanding authority and keen menace. The instant his eyes landed on her, familiarity sparked—he recognized her as the one who had previously instructed the elder to apprehend him during his skirmish with the elves.

Right then, Lucia's voice arrived via a discreet mental link. "Max, she is the daughter of the Palace Master of the Sword God Palace. Her name is Mira. Be very careful around her."

Max's eyes locked steadily on the young woman.

"What can I do for you?" he asked calmly.

Mira moved ahead, her demeanor poised but inflexible. "The sword in your possession belongs to the Sword God Palace," she stated firmly. "Return it, and you will be rewarded generously."

Her declaration exerted a subtle force, as if she anticipated no refusal whatsoever.