Earth's Greatest Magus
Earth's Greatest Magus - Chapter 1753: Questions

"Emery! Is that truly you?" Julian's voice wavered with disbelief as he looked upon the man's altered form.

Emerging from the shadows with a graceful, almost fluid motion, Emery began to shift and reshape. As his familiar features took form, he strode confidently into the chamber. Pausing to take in the opulence of the room, his eyes finally settled on the balcony's view of Rome.

The city's sprawling expanse, glowing with countless lights, stretched out beneath them. He mused aloud, "It appears much has changed, You've been busy, Julian."

Julian struggled to find his voice. Though the man before him bore Emery's face, an unsettling aura surrounded him. A sensation Julian couldn't quite place. "How? When did you arrive?" Julian asked, trying to reconcile the Emery he once knew with the figure standing before him. "I can't feel your spiritual energy at all. Why?"

Emery, leisurely picked up an ornate cup from the table. He poured a dark, rich wine into the chalice, the liquid shimmering in the dim light. After taking a slow, deliberate sip, he met Julian's eyes, his own gaze piercing and intense. "Relax," Emery said soothingly, his voice dripping with mystery. "It's really me. No need for alarm." A hint of amusement twinkled in his eyes as he added, "Unless, of course, you have something to hide"

Julian's face flushed with indignation. "Hide? From you?" He scoffed, trying to mask his own unease. "I have nothing to hide… but you... Thrax talks highly about you… Now you are here, this is good, very good!"

However, Emery was not one to be easily sidetracked. He closed the distance between them, his every step measured and deliberate. "Enough," he said, his voice colder now, more demanding. "I need to know: why the Kronoss are here?"

Julian hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Ahh that, of course… don't misunderstand I can explain"

Emery raised an eyebrow, intrigued. With a flourish of his cloak, he settled onto a plush sofa. He leaned back, steepling his fingers, his entire demeanor suggesting he was prepared for a lengthy conversation. "Very well, I'm all ears."

As Julian began recounting the events that had transpired, his eyes shone with a mixture of pride and anticipation. He detailed how, under his leadership, Rome's stature had grown to the point that it drew the attention of the enigmatic Kronoss magus, Athena. This attention had culminated in a proposal, one that he believed could usher in a new era for both their worlds.

"The essence of the proposal," Julian began, letting the weight of each word sink in, "is a simple exchange. The Kronoss are willing to grant select young warriors from our world access to the Magus universe. In return, all they ask is adherence to a set of guidelines with full transparency."

Julian had pored over the guidelines with meticulous attention, weighing each clause and its potential implications. "At face value, it seems like a fair trade. We gain entry to their realms, they gain some oversight over our best and brightest."

Leaning in, Emery comments "They're seeking to gauge our strengths and weaknesses."

Straightening up, Julian's demeanor shifted, becoming more animated, "But here's the beauty of it – this 'exchange' cuts both ways. As much as they will assess us, we'll also gain invaluable insights into their capabilities, fortifying ourselves for the designated duels"

Julian's ability to weave words and craft compelling arguments had always been one of his strongest suits. Yet Emery, with his heightened spiritual perception, knew that words, no matter how eloquently put, couldn't always be taken at face value.

The depth of Julian's conviction was clear, but Emery's past experiences had taught him caution. Memories of his dealings with Hades, coupled with the warnings of his departed mentor, Lord Izta, loomed large in his mind. This history made Emery skeptical of the Kronoss's true intentions, no matter how genuine Julian seemed.

After a tense pause, Emery's eyes, cold and penetrating, locked onto Julian's. "How can you place your trust in them?" he questioned, his voice dripping with suspicion.

Julian's eyes widened slightly in surprise, a hint of frustration shimmering beneath. "Do you think I am a fool? Of course, I don't trust them!, but as long as they benefit us, I will give them a chance to prove it"

Emery's piercing gaze didn't waver as he leaned in, emphasizing every syllable.

"Then, what about you? how could I trust you!?"

The accusatory tone in Emery's voice caught Julian off guard. His cheeks flushed with a mix of confusion and anger. "Who are you to question my integrity? Are you really him? You may look like him but you are so different. the Emery I knew, would not doubt his friend.

"That Emery you know has died!"

Julian's confusion was palpable. "If you aren't him, then who are you!?"

Bypassing the question, Emery's voice grew cold and firm. "Answer me, Julian. How can I trust you now, especially after the promise you broke?"

Julian's demeanor shifted suddenly, the gentle king replaced by a roaring lion. "What promise did I break!! And do you dare to ask me that!! fuck you!! Where have you been these past few years huh!"

As Julian's emotions surged, a powerful energy emanated from him. It wasn't just a mental shift; it was a palpable force, a tangible rise in his aura. As he felt the energy shift, he barked an urgent command to summon his guards.

But Emery, quick as lightning and just as unpredictable, lunged at Julian. With a blur of motion, he seized the Roman, his fingers brushing the core of Julian's power, and they vanished, pulled into a swirling vortex of a spatial gate.

When they re-emerged, the surroundings had drastically changed. Gone were the opulent chambers, replaced by the open expanse of a desolate landscape a hundred miles outside the majestic city of Rome. The sudden dislocation left Julian momentarily disoriented.

Collecting himself, he glared at Emery, fury evident in his eyes. "You overstep, Emery! No one, NO ONE, treats a Kaesar like this!"

Emery's response was not verbal, but a palpable increase in his combat energy. As Julian's anger reached its pinnacle, Emery sensed an overwhelming force emanating from him, both battle power and soul force. a power that rivaled the might of the half-moon phase.

Realizing the confrontation was inevitable, Julian unsheathed his sword. It shimmered in the dim light, a prelude to the storm to come, as he launched himself at Emery with unbridled intensity.

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