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Chapter 151: A Lifeline

Chapter 151: A Lifeline

The Earth Giant King continued his relentless assault on the sacred treasure’s golden wall, each thunderous blow shaking the very foundation of the land.

The Magians of Bask hovered nearby, their expressions a mix of awe and terror as they witnessed the colossal entity’s power.

Every punch sent shockwaves through the air, widening the vast ravine stretching along the barrier to the east and west. The earth groaned and cracked under the strain, vast chasms opening like wounds in the land.

But then, something unprecedented began to occur. At first, the widening of the ravine seemed like the natural consequence of the giant’s ferocious attacks. However, as the cracks deepened and stretched further, it became evident that the land itself was shifting in a way that defied understanding.

The Bask Region wasn’t just cracking—it was moving.

Stone’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the phenomenon, his sharp senses detecting the subtle yet unmistakable movement of the landmass.

t wasn’t merely erosion or collapse. The entire Bask Region appeared to be drifting away from the Central Region as if the Earth Giant King’s immense power was severing the land and casting it adrift.

"Impossible," Verdant whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and awe. "The legends spoke of his strength, but... this?"

Duskfang could barely contain his astonishment. "They said he could move continents, but we all dismissed it as a myth... And yet, here it is, unfolding before our eyes."

Stone, ever the pragmatist, felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. "If the Bask Region is truly drifting away, perhaps this could work in our favor. If the distance between us and the central continent grows vast enough, the Earth Giant King might lose interest in us. However, the sea has always been a place of worry and terrible stories, where will Bask drift to?"

The three magians exchanged wary glances, each silently contemplating the possibility that fate might be offering them a narrow path to salvation.

If the Bask Region could be cast adrift far enough, perhaps the Earth Giant King’s rampage would remain confined to this isolated expanse, sparing the rest of their world from his wrath.

Yet, even as hope flickered, a shadow of doubt loomed. The forces at play were beyond their comprehension, and the ultimate outcome remained uncertain. The land trembled beneath their feet, and the horizon seemed to stretch endlessly, a world on the brink of an unimaginable transformation.

As the Earth Giant King’s relentless assault on the golden wall subsided, the land of Bask continued its strange drift.

What had once been a ravine was now an expansive river, a churning, tumultuous body of water that grew wider with each passing moment. The Bask Region was becoming an island, separated from the central continent by an ever-expanding stretch of water. The hope within the three magians began to swell, their hearts daring to believe that they might escape the wrath of the ancient behemoth.

"Look at it," Verdant murmured, his eyes fixed on the widening river. "The land is splitting, severing us from the central region. Perhaps... perhaps we’ll drift far enough."

Duskfang, though weary and injured, couldn’t help but feel a spark of optimism. "If the distance grows too great, the giant might lose interest. We could be safe—Bask could survive this calamity."

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Stone nodded, his usually stoic demeanor softening with a glimmer of hope. "The sacred treasure has held up. If we keep drifting, we might avoid total destruction."

The land of the central continent seemed to be fading away towards the horizon. Through their sharp senses, the three Magians could tell that most of Bask apart from some of the coast had been separated from the main continent.

There was a feeling of weight being slowly pulled off of their shoulders.

But their moment of relief was fleeting.

Their eyes focused on the Earth Giant King’s massive frame, once attracted solely to the barrier, suddenly stilled.

His head turned slowly, and his gaze fell upon Bask. The three magians froze as they felt the weight of his ancient, malevolent eyes. It was a gaze that pierced through their very souls, a gaze that carried the weight of untold millennia and a power that transcended comprehension despite its hollow and lifeless appearance.

The air grew thick with tension, and the Magians’ hope turned to dread. The giant’s colossal body shifted, the ground quaking beneath him as he pivoted away from the wall. His immense form loomed over the water, and the magians felt a rare, primal fear grip them.

"He's looking at us," Verdant whispered, his voice trembling. "He's... coming for us."

The Earth Giant King began to move, although extremely far at this point, each step shaking the earth and causing waves as large as a mountain.

His pace quickened, an unstoppable juggernaut intent on pursuing the fleeing land of Bask which still seemed to be slowly floating away.

The giant was faster than the drifting region, and his determination was terrifyingly evident.

Duskfang clenched his fists, his voice filled with desperation. "He’s not going to let us go. We’re his next target."

The three magians hovered in the sky, their eyes locked on each other, the weight of their grim decision hanging heavily in the air. They knew what was at stake—Bask’s very survival rested on their shoulders. The Earth Giant King was approaching, and they had little time to act.

“We have to go all out,” Verdant said, his voice steady but filled with resolve. “If we can hold him at the water’s edge, maybe—just maybe—Bask can drift far enough away.”

Duskfang nodded, a fierce determination in his eyes despite the lingering pain from his wound. “If it means sacrificing ourselves for Bask, so be it. We owe it to our people.”

They both turned their gazes toward the golden barrier in the distance, now a faint shimmer on the horizon and getting farther away.

The sight filled them with a bitter hatred. The Central Region had abandoned them, choosing to protect itself while leaving Bask to face annihilation.

The Earth Giant King continued his relentless march, each step causing the ground to quake and the waters of the growing sea to churn violently. His mastery over the earth was undeniable, the very land bending to his will. Entire regions seemed to shift and dislocate under his command, a testament to his ancient power.

Suddenly, Stone’s eyes lit up with an unexpected glimmer of hope.

His usual stoic expression transformed, a spark of exhilaration breaking through the despair.

“Wait!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the tension. “Hold him back. Just hold him back for a little longer. I’ve received news—we might have a lifeline.”

Verdant and Duskfang exchanged a glance, the faintest flicker of hope igniting within them. They didn’t need to ask questions. They trusted Stone implicitly, knowing that if he believed there was a chance, it was worth fighting for.

“Go!” Verdant urged, his voice carrying the urgency of their dire situation. “We’ll do everything we can to keep him here.”

Stone didn’t hesitate. With a swift motion, he summoned his golden carpet, a glimmering artifact that seemed to hum with power. He stepped onto it, and in an instant, he was gone, a golden streak shooting southward at incredible speed.

Verdant and Duskfang turned back to face the advancing giant. The waters made it difficult for it to move with ease, but the giant was undeterred regardless.

The enormity of the task ahead was daunting, but their resolve was unshakable. They would give their all, buying whatever precious time they could for Stone to return with their salvation.

“Ready?” Duskfang asked, his voice calm despite the storm of emotions within.

Verdant nodded. “Ready.”

The two magians charged forward, their powers igniting the sky as they prepared to face the Earth Giant King head-on. The air crackled with energy, and the land trembled beneath their might. They knew this battle could be their last, but if it meant giving Bask a fighting chance, it was a price they were willing to pay.