Chapter 480: The Demons’ Field

Luke moved carefully through the area, eyes sharp, tracking every detail around him. The space felt too still, as if the dimension itself were watching his movements. Even so, he needed to test his limits while he was here.

“I’m going to try placing a portal.”

He raised his right hand, focus narrowing to his palm as magic responded to his will.

[Teleportation Circle 2 activated]

A bluish glow flared instantly, arcane symbols forming in the air before stabilizing above his hand. That circle was linked to another location, one he had anchored outside the dimension before entering.

Luke pointed toward the ground in front of him.

The circle expanded, forming cleanly on the forest floor.

“If this works, I’ve got a way out of this place.”

He stepped forward onto the circle and took a deep breath. Magical energy gathered around his body as he concentrated on the final activation.

[Teleportation Pentagram activated]

The magic discharged. Nothing happened. Luke remained exactly where he was. Angie watched in silence for a moment before speaking, her gaze fixed on the surroundings, alert for any reaction.

“The dimensional barrier is interfering with your skill, it seems. After all, this is essentially another universe.”

Luke let out a soft laugh, more reflex than amusement.

“Yeah. A lot farther than the distance between Maine and the New World.”

With a casual gesture, he dispelled the circle, the blue light fading away, then activated the spell again.

[Teleportation Circle 1 activated]

This time, he aimed his hand at a point only a few meters away.

[Teleportation Circle 2 activated]

Both circles stabilized. Luke stepped forward without hesitation, planting his foot into one of them.

[Teleportation Pentagram activated]

Space warped around him, and in the next instant, he emerged from the second circle.

“Alright. Teleportation rules still apply inside the dimension,” he said, dismissing both circles immediately after. “That’s something, at least.”

***

The scenery shifted as they pressed on.

They now stood in a vast green field, low vegetation stretching as far as the eye could see. Scattered throughout the area, four-legged creatures moved restlessly. Their bodies vaguely resembled dogs, but the similarity ended there.

They had no fur. Their faces were twisted and monstrous, filled with uneven fangs, horns, or jagged spikes jutting from their bodies. Some had gray skin, others a deep, violent red.

Charlie already had her sword in hand.

Without waiting for orders, she lunged at the nearest creature. The strike was clean, fast, and precise, her blade cutting through it with ease.

[Charlotte Vespertilio has slain a Twilight Demonic Beast – Lvl 67]

More creatures reacted immediately, surging toward them. Charlie launched herself forward again, weaving between enemies with ruthless efficiency, cutting them down one after another.

Angie remained at the center, holding position.

Luke let Charlie handle the fight. The creatures kept coming. Some emerged from the surrounding forest. Others burst from the ground itself, tearing free from holes that split the earth.

[Charlotte Vespertilio has slain a Twilight Demonic Beast – Lvl 67]
[Charlotte Vespertilio has slain a Twilight Demonic Beast – Lvl 66]
[Charlotte Vespertilio has slain a Twilight Demonic Beast – Lvl 67]

Charlie kept attacking without slowing until a new notification appeared before them.

**The [Blood Death Knight] class of Princess Charlie has reached Level 61! (+18 STR, +10 INT, +8 END, +8 VIT, +4 AGI, +2 PER, +10 Free Points)**

Luke moved in to help finish off the remaining creatures still resisting. As he fought, the difference between their weapons became clear. Charlie’s sword was far more efficient in sustained combat than his kukris, even though his strikes were deadlier when they landed on vital points.

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Even so, Charlie had a much greater overall impact. She spun through the enemies without pause, striking relentlessly and using the power of the Mark of Doom to widen her advantage with every movement.

When the last creature fell, Luke stopped and looked toward the horizon. Ahead of them stretched an immense forest of dark trees, dense and seemingly endless. In the opposite direction, jagged mountains rose sharply, carving into the motionless sky of that dimension.

He tried to grasp the scale of the place, and the conclusion was unmistakable. It was massive.

Whatever Azazel wants me to find, the clue is right here.

The notification appeared in Luke’s field of vision with absolute clarity, as if space itself had chosen to speak.

Dimensional Rift: Temple of the Demon Blacksmith

Ages ago, a blacksmith from the Spectral Demon tribe reached the pinnacle of his craft within his clan. Before vanishing, he left behind four weapons forged by his own hands, scattered throughout this dimension as minor treasures. Each one serves as a key leading toward the hidden temple where his masterpiece rests.