Deep within the Amazon rainforest of South America—
A colossal spatial rift hung in the sky, so vast it seemed to tear heaven and earth apart.
It didn't look like something sliced open by magic.
It was more like shattered glass—violently broken—revealing behind it a deep, chaotic void that made one's soul uneasy.
Purple-black currents of energy surged along its edges.
Every flicker warped space itself, rippling like water, silently twisting towering trees and solid rock into their most basic particles.
"Hold the line! Damn it—hold the line!"
Alvaro, a burly Auror commander from the Brazilian Ministry of Magic, roared hoarsely.
At the tip of his wand, the brightest light he could muster blazed forth, forming a protective barrier alongside dozens of elite Aurors.
But against the endless tide pouring from the rift—
That barrier was as fragile as a candle in the wind.
The monsters were grotesque and chaotic:
Wolf-like beasts with insect eyes and bat wings, spewing corrosive acid.
Mountain-sized sludge creatures that assimilated everything they touched.
Floating jellyfish-like horrors that unleashed deadly psychic shocks.
Their attacks were wild, brutal—completely outside this world's magical system.
Spells struck them with reduced effect.
Their counterattacks tore through wizard defenses with ease.
"Commander! The line is collapsing! Even the American reinforcements can't hold much longer!" a young Auror cried, pale with fear.
The battlefield was a nightmare.
The ground was soaked in blood and strange green fluids.
Bodies of fallen wizards and shattered magical creatures lay everywhere.
And yet—
the monsters kept coming.
Endlessly.
Despair spread like poison through the survivors.
International Confederation — Emergency Command Center
A massive magical screen broadcast the battle live.
Leaders from every corner of the magical world stood in grim silence.
"Our magic… is ineffective," Seraphina Picquery said quietly, her voice trembling. "Their very existence is beyond our understanding."
"And the rift… it's still expanding," added a French official, despair etched on his face. "We can't even approach it, let alone close it."
"…Are we really going to watch Earth be swallowed whole?"
Then—
He appeared.
Without warning.
Without a sound.
Before the rift.
A lone figure.
Casual clothes. Black hair. Calm expression.
Facing an army that could drown the world—
He stood unmoving.
Lin Sen.
"It's him!"
"What is he doing?! He can't possibly—alone—?!"
"That's insane! Pull him back!"
The entire command center erupted.
But Lin Sen—
heard none of it.
He simply looked at the incoming tide.
In his perception, their energy was chaotic and impure.
Killing them?
Meaningless.
Kill one wave—another follows.
Like trying to stop a flood by blocking water.
A thought formed.
Heaven-Defying Comprehension: Activated.
Problem:
How to permanently and efficiently eliminate an infinite invasion caused by a stable high-dimensional rift?
Analysis:
Killing → inefficient, endless cycle.Blocking → futile against space erosion.Sealing → temporary; risk of greater instability.
Conclusion:
Why block? Why kill? Why seal?
The invaders come because there is a path.
So—
place a checkpoint at the exit.
Not a wall.
A one-way law gate.
Anything from this world passes freely.
But anything crossing from the other side—
has its spatial coordinates reset to origin.
Not teleportation.
Not expulsion.
A denial of arrival itself.
From "can arrive"—
to "can never arrive."
Spell Constructed.
Name: — Dimensional Exile.
All of this—
happened in less than an instant.
To the outside world—
Lin Sen merely raised his hand.
No incantation. No wand.
Just a casual wave—
as if brushing away dust.
"Dimensional Exile."
Buzz—
An invisible, intangible barrier formed at the rift's exit.
Undetectable.
Unseen.
Absolute.
Then—
the impossible happened.
The first creature—a mountain-like sludge beast—charged through.
It hit the boundary.
No explosion.
No sound.
It simply—
vanished.
As if it had never crossed.
As if the final step of its journey had been erased.
Then another.
And another.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
The endless tide surged forward—
and disappeared.
Silently.
Relentlessly.
Every creature erased at the threshold.
The raging rift—
became a one-way void.
Only returning.
Never arriving.
Silence.
The entire magical world—
I froze.
Picquery's pen fell from her hand.
Karkaroff collapsed into his chair.
Dumbledore… stared, speechless.
"What… was that?" someone whispered.
"He didn't send them away…" a German spatial mage trembled.
"He… denied their arrival… He rewrote the laws of reality…"
Amazon Sky
Lin Sen lowered his hand.
The rift remained.
But now—
It was harmless.
A grotesque spectacle.
Monsters kept trying.
And kept—
being sent home.
One man.
One move.
A global catastrophe—
ended.
He stood in the sky, hands behind his back.
Below him—
survivors stared upward.
Awe. Fear. Reverence.
All became one emotion:
Faith.
Celebrations erupted worldwide.
"We won!"
"He saved us!"
"A miracle!"
Dumbledore exhaled softly.
"He is no longer approaching an era…"
"…he is the era."
But then—
Lin Sen turned.
Not toward the crowd.
Not toward the cheers.
But—
toward the rift.
Silence fell again.
A terrible thought spread.
"…What is he doing?"
"Don't tell me…"
"Stop him!"
"Lin Sen! The crisis is over! Leave immediately!" the Confederation shouted through magic.
On the ground, Alvaro screamed:
"Please! Don't go in! That's an unknown world! You've done enough!"
But Lin Sen—
stood facing the rift.
Calm.
Indifferent.
As if what lay beyond—
was not dangerous.
But merely—
the next step.
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