My Space-Time System

Chapter 625  Theoretical solution.

Cassius watched in silence as the soldiers of the Synder empire dropped their arms and surrendered. However, none of this got his attention. Instead, his piercing gaze moved around in search of something and after he couldn't find it, he turned to Dorian.

"W-where is Blake?" Cassius asked in a semi-panting tone showing his exhaustion from the fight.

Before Dorian could respond, the space in front of them began to twist and turn. After a second of its futile resistance, it tore open, revealing a spatial corridor.

Dorian and Cassius watched this occur with taciturn expressions as three figures emerged from the spatial corridor.

They were Azkelwart, Zultra, and Blake.

Upon exiting the spatial corridor, Azkelwart saw Cassius' condition and smiled slightly. "It's been a long time old friend, hope the battle wasn't too much of a stress." Azkelwart said as he stretched his hand forward. "Let me help you with your injuries," he added.

Immediately Cassius' body lit up and his body was shrouded in light rays. Right before everyone's eyes, his wounds began to heal at a rapid pace and in merely over a few seconds he was completely healed.

"Thanks…" Cassius said as soon as soon as the healing was complete and he felt his strength return.

Azkelwart silently nodded while his eyes scanned the battlefield and he noticed many of Cassius' subordinates were hurt. He casually extended his index finger and an orb of light formed.

From that orb of light, numerous beams of light shot out and found their way to their allies including Dorian. Every one of them was enveloped in a ray of light and the healing process for them began as well.

"Let's go to a quiet place, I have a lot to update you on." Azkelwart finally shifted his gaze back to Cassius.

"I think I know the perfect place," Cassius responded with a mischievous smirk which left Blake wondering what was going on in his head at that moment.

Moments later Cassius, Azkelwart, Dorian, Blake, Zultra, Cedrik Blackthorn, and Aurelius Frostborne walked through the corridor leading to the Synder Empire throne room in silence. The mighty doors swung open as they arrived and Cassius casually made his way towards Synder's throne. Upon arrival, his body began bubbling with darkness which sprang forward and immediately consumed the throne, reducing it to dust.

At the same time, his black crystal Scythe lost its pitch-black colour and turned crystal blue before transforming back into his trusty blue mana crystal throne.

Cassius stood and watched the mana crystal throne replace Synder's old throne before he sat down. Meanwhile, Azkelwart snapped his finger as a bright light shone and slowly solidified forming a throne made of hard light.

Dorian on the other hand stood beside Cassius' throne with a face void of any form of emotions, while waiting for the update. As for Cedric Blackthorn and Aurelius Frostborne, they felt an eerie resemblance. In their heads, they believed there was not much difference between this and the scene from some hours ago. They stood silently, afraid of angering Cassius just like they were afraid of Synder. While Azkelwart was sitting on a similar light-constructed throne just like Solarael did. The only difference was that Zultra was standing beside the God of Wisdom and Knowledge.

As for the Sea lords, they were outside to make sure that the troops of Synder and Solarael did nothing funny.

"Things are worse than everyone thought," Azkelwart broke the silence with his words as he leaned back on his throne and let out a sigh. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"How so?" Cassius asked.

"The barrier initially had the power to destroy any external forces that came in contact with it," Azkelwart explained. "However after Valerius' failed attempt at opening the barrier, the safeguard was gone." His words attracted deep frowns from everyone as they all exchanged worried glances. They understood the implications of Azkelwart's words and they left them deeply concerned.

"This means the Neons can actively attack the barrier without any form of repercussions," Azkelwart added.

Cassius sat in silence as he pondered on Azkelwart's words. His facial expression made it difficult for them to determine what was going through his mind and after a while, he finally spoke.

"How long do we have?" Cassius asked with a deep frown.

In response, Azkelwart shrugged his shoulders in response. It was clear to everyone he didn't have that information and this plunged them deeper into despair.

"I can't say how much time we have on our hands but I can say this, it's not a hopeless situation," Azkelwart said and observed the eyes of everyone present light up with hope.

They all instinctively leaned in to hear more of what he had to say.

"The Neons can't destroy the barrier as quickly as they like." Azkelwart said confidently.

"And why is that?" Cassius asked with a raised brow, prompting everyone's gaze to shift back to Azkelwart.

"The only damage done to the barrier by Valerius is the safeguard," Azkelwart explained. "However, if the integrity of the barrier falls sharply, the mother stream will noticed and immediately heal itself. Obviously at the expense of the inhabitants within it." he added.

His explanation was met with understanding nods and for the first time since the conversation began a look of hope could be seen in the eyes of the people.

"So the Neons plan to gradually whittle the barrier's integrity to the point that even if the Mother-stream acts, it won't be enough to stop them." Azkelwart continued his explanation.

"So, we have more time than we expected but of what use is it?" Dorian spoke up for the first time since the meeting started and he didn't look as optimistic as others.

"So, we have more time than we expected but of what use is it?" Dorian spoke up for the first time since the meeting started and he didn't look as optimistic as others.

"Fortunately, I also discovered a theoretical solution to our problem." Azkelwart said with a smirk on his face, but it only caused confusion as they didn't like or understand what he meant by a theoretical solution.

"Everything about our plan has to do with him." Azkelwart said pointing at Blake.