Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

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Behind them, Loira worked tirelessly, her magic weaving intricate patterns around the central rift.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she poured all her focus into stabilizing the vortex's chaotic energy.

"This isn't just a rift," she muttered under her breath, her voice strained. "It's fells like it's pushing me back."

The rift pulsed violently, sending out waves of energy that threatened to disrupt her spell. Loira gritted her teeth, her hands steady despite the growing strain. "I just need a little more time."

Jeni's magic flared as she created a protective dome around Loira, shielding her from stray attacks.

The frozen ally of the harbinger shattered the ice encasing them, roaring as they charged toward the group.

"Not so fast!" Jeni shouted, releasing a surge of ice magic that forced the figure back. Her staff glowed brighter as she prepared another spell, her determination unwavering.

Meanwhile, Dabi focused on the second ally, a towering figure with runes etched across their metallic skin. The creature swung a massive blade toward him, but Dabi teleported just in time, reappearing behind them.

"Zen!" Dabi called out, distracting the towering figure. "Switch with me this one's slower, your speed will give you the edge."

Zen nodded, leaping away from the harbinger and engaging the hulking figure with a flurry of strikes. Dabi turned his attention back to the harbinger, his eyes narrowing.

"You think you can keep up?" the harbinger taunted, their movements fluid as they launched a series of precise attacks.

Dabi barely managed to deflect the strikes, each one heavier than the last. His spatial magic flickered weakly, but he refused to back down.

"Don't need to keep up," Dabi said through gritted teeth, "just need to keep you distracted."

The battle raged on, each member of the team pushing themselves to their limits. Jeni's magic shimmered as she fought to protect Loira, her spells a mix of offense and defense.

Zen's blade moved like lightning, keeping the hulking ally at bay. Dabi traded blows with the harbinger, each clash sending sparks flying.

Loira's voice cut through the chaos, steady and commanding. "I'm almost there! Just hold them off a little longer!"

The rift pulsed again, its energy growing more unstable. The harbinger's smirk faltered as they turned toward the vortex. "What are you doing?" they demanded, their voice tinged with panic.

"Finishing this," Loira said, her magic flaring as she completed the final sequence of her spell. The air around the rift began to compress, the chaotic energy coalescing into a single point.

"No!" the harbinger shouted, abandoning their fight with Dabi to stop her. But it was too late.

With a deafening roar, the rift collapsed in on itself, the swirling energy imploding into a blinding burst of light. The remaining creatures dissolved into mist, their connection to the rift severed.

The harbinger and their allies staggered, their forms flickering as if struggling to maintain their presence in this world.

"This isn't over," the harbinger said, their voice filled with rage. "You may have won this battle, but the war has just begun."

Dabi said. This is the third or fourth time a heard this dialogue from you harbinger.

Don't you know anything else? Why the same talk again and again.

With that, the three figures disappeared, their forms vanishing into the void.

The battlefield fell silent. The oppressive energy that had filled the air was gone, replaced by a calm stillness. The team stood together, battered but victorious.

Loira collapsed to her knees, her hands trembling from the strain of sealing the rift. "It's…done," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Dabi knelt beside her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You did it."

Zen sheathed his blade, his expression weary but relieved. "We all did."

Jeni leaned on her staff, exhaustion etched across her face. "Is it really over?"

Dabi's gaze turned to the horizon, where faint traces of the rift's energy lingered. "For now. But the harbinger wasn't lying. This was just the beginning."

As the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the ravaged city, the team regrouped. The battle had been won, but the scars it left behind would not be easily forgotten.

They knew the fight wasn't over. The harbinger and their forces would return, stronger and more determined than ever. But for now, they had bought the city and the world precious time.

And they would be ready for whatever came next.

The battlefield fell silent, the distorted landscape slowly returning to normal. Dabi finally had a moment of relief.

Dabi staggered, his energy nearly depleted. Loira and Jeni rushed to his side, you should get some rest.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern etched across her face.

"I'll live," Dabi replied, though his exhaustion was evident. "What about the rift?"

"It's stable for now," Loira said. "But we need to investigate further. This isn't the last we've seen of them."

Zen approached, bloodied but alive.

"Nice work out there," Zen said, clapping Dabi on the shoulder. "That thing was no joke."

Jeni nodded, her expression serious. "But its warning wasn't empty. We need to prepare for whatever's coming."

As the group regrouped, a faint tremor rippled through the ground. Loira's eyes widened as she sensed the lingering energy from the rift.

"This isn't over," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dabi looked toward the horizon, where the first rays of dawn were beginning to break. But even the light of day couldn't dispel the weight of the harbinger Vanguard's words.

The invasion was coming, and they were running out of time.

The Saints council chambers of Celestial City were alive with heated debates, voices echoing off the vaulted ceilings as city leaders grappled with the mounting crisis.

After some rest they were called by the headmaster Raghnall Ferrin to share information. Loira is expert in dimension gates. Raghnall trust Dabi.

Dabi leaned against a marble pillar, his arms crossed, watching the proceedings with a mixture of impatience and disdain.

The ornate room, usually a symbol of order and authority, now felt like a cage trapping action behind layers of bureaucracy.

"We cannot afford to act rashly!" a council Saint argued, his voice trembling with the weight of his own hesitation.

"If we mobilize our forces without understanding the full extent of this threat, we may weaken our defenses unnecessarily."

"But if we do nothing," Althea countered, her tone sharp and commanding, "we'll be sitting ducks when the next wave of rifts opens. We've already seen what happens when we underestimate this enemy."

Althea Illyrian is a royal. She was present at the meeting. Other Nobility and royals of capital city were also there.

The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the occasional murmurs of other council members.

Dabi clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. He had spent year honing his Sovereign of Space abilities to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and now he was forced to sit idly while the council deliberated.

"Enough of this," he said, his voice cutting through the noise. The room turned to him, surprised by his sudden interjection.

"While you argue about strategy, those rifts are getting stronger. We can't afford to wait for the perfect plan. We need to act now."

An elder glared at him, clearly unamused by the interruption. "And what do you propose, young man? Charging in recklessly? That's a good way to get yourself killed."

Others asked why a nobody is in this room? Who allowed him here?

How dare he raise him voice? Some other questions.

Asterius , Illyrian and Ferrin family all supported dabi. They said he is telling the right thing. We should listen to him.

Dabi stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "I'm not suggesting we throw caution to the wind.

But I can take a small team to investigate the origin of these rifts. We've been reacting to their attacks, but it's time to go on the offensive."

The elder scoffed but said nothing, leaving the floor open for others to chime in.

Loira stood beside Dabi, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to his frustration. "He's right," she said, her voice measured but firm.

"The energy signature from these rifts isn't random. I've been analyzing it, and it matches traces of ancient dimensional magic. But there's something... off about it."

"What do you mean?" Althea asked, her interest piqued.

No one raised question to Loira this time. Cause of the seriousness of situation.

Loira hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "It's ancient, yes, but it doesn't match any recorded artifacts or spells we've studied.

It feels... alien, like it doesn't belong to this world or any world we know." She doesn't want to give them too much information. She can't trust them.

The room erupted into whispers, the implications of her statement sinking in.

"Then we're dealing with something completely unprecedented," Althea said, her tone grim.

"All the more reason to act quickly."

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