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title: "Chapter 486: A Hope"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 486
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createdAt: "2026-04-13"
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Both women froze, eyes widening as they turned to look at each other, the realization hitting them at the same time—Max was still conscious. He was still alive.

Lenavira’s lips parted, her expression alight with sudden joy as she almost let out a cry, but before she could speak, Ava’s firm voice rang sharply in her mind through a vital essence sound transmission, halting her completely. "Lena, don’t say anything!" Her tone was calm but urgent, like a warning bell.

Lenavira turned to her mother in alarm, and saw the seriousness in her eyes—steel-hard and unyielding. Ava continued, her voice steady but filled with a quiet urgency, "There are people here we can’t trust yet. So, it’s better if very few know Max is still conscious, holding on to his will. I will come with you to the edge of the cursed land, and from there, you will take him alone to the tower. If he wants to go there now, of all times, then clearly something within the tower might save his life. We can’t risk this information getting out. Not when so many enemies are still around us."

Lenavira nodded silently, her face tightening as she looked at Max’s crumbling figure still cloaked in silver glow. The battlefield might have quieted, but a deeper, more delicate war was still being fought in whispers and glances—one for survival, secrets, and trust.

Ava then slowly turned to face the assembled leaders, her expression composed yet solemn. "Lena has decided to take Max to the tower... to his friends," she said quietly but clearly. "Even though his condition is beyond tragic, I believe they deserve to see him one last time. Perhaps it will give them some measure of peace, knowing he fought till the very end." Her voice carried the weight of finality, yet underneath it was a thread of hope too faint for words.

King Magnar let out a long, heavy sigh, his eyes briefly closing as he nodded. He knew his son, Aelric, and the others—Amelia, Jack, Alice and many others—they had shared laughs, meals, dreams, and struggles with Max. He was a friend to them.

"Please do that," Magnar said, his voice low but sincere. "It’s the least we can do for him after everything he’s done for all of us."

Ava gave a soft nod of gratitude, then turned to her daughter. Lenavira, receiving the silent signal, stepped forward without a word. She raised her hands, her power flaring softly around her in a warm, golden hue.

A massive golden sword, radiant and wide enough to carry three people, materialized beneath their feet with a hum of energy. Without hesitation, it began to float gently upward. Then, in a burst of light, it soared into the sky, carving through the bloodstained air as it sped toward the Tower of Truth, carrying with it Max—fading, but not yet gone.

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Flying through the sky at full speed, the golden sword streaked like a comet, splitting the air with its brilliance until they reached the edge of the cursed region that surrounded the Tower of Truth.

The air here was thick, dense, almost unnaturally heavy—as if time itself hesitated to move forward. The barren land lay waste with no trace of life in there.

Ava came to a halt, her gaze firm as she looked at the distant spire of the tower barely visible beyond the dust full barren land.

"I can’t go any further from here," she said softly, her voice gentle yet laced with urgency. "That means I can’t protect him beyond this boundary. So, I will leave behind a portion of my mana in him—it will act as a temporary shield, a tether to life. But remember, it will only last for a few minutes. You must go straight to the tower. No stopping, no detours. There won’t be a second chance."

Lenavira nodded, her face tight with resolve, and without wasting another second, she turned to face the Tower. The golden sword beneath her feet pulsed, and then, with a flash of radiance, shot forward once again, this time cutting straight through the boundary into the cursed zone.

The wind howled louder now, vicious and angry, threatening to tear apart anything not protected. But she cradled Max’s fragile, fading body close to her, shielding him from the violent gusts with her arms and body.

His skin was cold, his chest barely rising, but she held on tight, her eyes locked onto the distant silhouette of the Tower of Truth, the last sliver of hope shining in this crumbling world for Max.

After a few relentless minutes of flying through the cursed region, the massive silhouette of the Tower of Truth finally loomed over them. Its black surface shimmered faintly with ancient runes, silent and ominous as always.

Lenavira didn’t pause—not even for a breath. She gritted her teeth and stormed straight toward the towering entrance of the first floor, her arms wrapped tightly around Max’s fragile body. The golden sword beneath her feet blazed even faster, cutting through the air like lightning.

At that very same moment, just as she was about to burst into the entrance, another figure was exiting the tower—Alice. Her brows were furrowed in concern as she walked slowly, her mind heavy with thoughts.

"I wonder if he’s alright," she muttered under her breath, worry etched into every corner of her face. "He told me he’d let me know before he left again, but it’s been over two months and not a word. He must be training... maybe in deep comprehension. I shouldn’t disturb him..." she reasoned with herself, shaking her head softly.

But just as she stepped outside, her gaze caught a brilliant flash of gold streaking past her. A wave of powerful energy washed over her, stopping her in her tracks. She blinked once, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

"That aura..." she whispered, her heart skipping a beat. Her head whipped around, her gaze locking onto the vanishing golden light that had just entered the tower.

"It’s the same... it’s the exact same aura I carry from the blood veil Max gave me," she said, voice trembling with rising anxiety.

Without wasting a second, Alice’s expression hardened. She spun around and sprinted back into the tower, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stones. Her heart pounded furiously, a cold dread spreading through her chest.

She didn’t know what she would find, but something deep within her already knew—something was terribly wrong.