The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The air crackled with elemental fury, the sky a blazing canvas of clashing energies, and the ground trembled beneath the relentless onslaught of beasts. Warriors and creatures alike tore into each other without mercy, and the earth ran slick with blood.
Then, the air itself seemed to shudder.
A heavy, undeniable shift in presence descended upon the battlefield like an unspoken command. Time seemed to slow as a few figures emerged from the depths of the fortress, their auras pressing down like the weight of mountains. For a fleeting moment, even the beasts hesitated, their primal instincts screaming at them to flee.
The Earth Clan's elites had arrived.
Unlike the desperate, bloodied soldiers struggling to hold the line, these warriors walked with unshakable poise, their mere presence altering the flow of battle. They were not just men and women—they were living extensions of the earth's indomitable will, the chosen of a higher God. And now, they made their power known.
A Grandmaster, clad in obsidian armor veined with molten gold, stepped forward. The moment his foot touched the ground, the battlefield answered. The land roared as stone spires erupted in a devastating wave, impaling entire legions of King and Queen-ranked beasts. Crushed bodies fell like shattered statues, yet more beasts surged forward undeterred.
Beside him, a woman with eyes like molten gold raised her arm. Instantly, the heavens obeyed. Colossal boulders, infused with energy, wrenched free from the earth and hovered in the air like judgment incarnate. With a flick of her wrist, they rained down, each impact shaking the battlefield like an earthquake. Entire sections of the beast horde were obliterated—an Emperor-ranked monstrosity flattened instantly, alongside countless lesser creatures. Yet even this devastation barely made a dent in the endless tide.
Elsewhere, warriors wielding the blood of lesser gods continued their battle as they fought for their lives against the beast tide, their power formidable but outmatched by the true elites. A Master from a lesser Earth Clan drove his fists into the ground, sending jagged spikes ripping through the body of a King-ranked beast. But beside him, a true Earth Clan Master—his lineage tied directly to a Higher God—merely took a step, and the land beneath an entire platoon of beasts caved in, swallowing them into an abyss from which none would return.
And still, it was not enough.
Despite the godlike might of the Earth Clan's strongest, the beast tide remained an unrelenting force, stretching beyond the horizon. Every crushed skull, every incinerated body, every slain beast seemed meaningless against the sheer scale of their numbers.
An Expert rank warrior, his face streaked with dirt and blood, roared as he drove his spear through the skull of a Knight-ranked creature—only to be torn apart by another before he could even turn. Lesser warriors drowned in the overwhelming tide, their formations crumbling, their numbers thinning.
The war did not slow. It did not break.
The Earth Clan's elites had arrived, but the beasts did not care.
They had no fear. They had no end.
Only destruction.
….
Beyond the Earth Clan's stronghold, the beast tide raged across the vast expanse of the Earth Domain, testing every fortress, city, and clan that stood in its way. While some defenses barely held, others were already beginning to crumble beneath the endless assault.
One such bastion of resistance was an Intermediate Clan renowned for its mastery of rune smithing. Carved deep into the city walls, ancient runes pulsed with golden energy, forming a protective barrier that cracked with divine inscriptions. As the tide of beasts slammed against the walls, bursts of elemental retaliation flared outward—fire, lightning, and stone lashing out to incinerate, crush, and repel the attackers.
High atop the ramparts, the clan's Array Masters moved with practiced precision. Clad in robes embroidered with arcane symbols, they wove their hands through the air, guiding intricate formations designed to reinforce the runes and unleash devastating counterattacks. Blades inscribed with divine glyphs slashed through the bodies of monstrous creatures, while enchanted spears shot forth like meteors, exploding on impact and reducing entire swarms to ash.
Beneath them, the lesser clan under their protection—the Clan of Illusions—fought in their way. Warriors with the bloodline of the god of Deception moved like phantoms, vanishing and reappearing in flickers of distorted light. Beasts lunged at mirages, their claws raking at empty air before being skewered by unseen blades. Entire groups of creatures were led astray by false landscapes, running headlong into deadly traps or over cliffs hidden by illusionary veils.
But even with all their defenses, the enemy was too vast.
The rune-forged walls, resilient as they were, began to crack under the sheer magnitude of the assault. Where one beast fell, three more took its place, their bodies piling against the barriers until they formed living siege ramps. The formations faltered under the endless strain, and one by one, the illusions failed, unable to deceive an enemy that did not fear death.
Elsewhere, in a less crowded area, was located a city, that was housing a lesser clan that wielded some control over water and struggled desperately to resist the beasts. Their warriors, descendants of a lesser water god, called upon water vortex to sweep away the encroaching beasts. Floods surged through the battlefield, drowning dozens at a time, but the tide did not abate. Creatures of immense size simply tore through the waves, their brute strength rendering the water's embrace meaningless. Ice spears rained down, skewering beasts in rapid succession, yet more emerged from the abyss for every slain monster,
Their defenses were failing, their warriors were dying, and their lands, once fertile and teeming with life, were now awash with blood and despair.
The Earth Domain burned from fortress to city, stronghold to hidden enclave.
The beast tide did not slow.
It did not break.
And soon, not all would survive.
….
At the Geb Fortress
The ground suddenly split apart as the battle escalated to a new level. Realizing the growing danger of the Emperor and Empress-ranked beasts, the Grandmaster warriors shifted their focus. A mutual understanding passed between them and the beasts.
This was not a battle for them to conserve their strength. This war has caused more damage to the Continent, and more casualties will be recorded if this war should continue.
The battlefield trembled as the Grandmasters decided to call forth their Domains—manifestations of their absolute control over their elements. The Emperor and Empress-ranked beasts, refusing to be outdone, roared in defiance and unleashed their Beast Zones, territories of pure, primal force that clashed violently with the warriors' domains.
Grandmaster Caelum, a towering warrior whose armor bore the essence of unyielding mountains, activated his domain—**Titan's Bastion**. The ground beneath him turned into an indestructible fortress of stone and metal, his every step reinforcing the land itself. His presence alone nullified weaker attacks, and any beast that entered his domain slowed, crushed by the sheer gravity of his will.
Opposing him was an Empress-ranked colossus, a titan-scaled centipede whose countless legs slithered across the broken ground. She activated her **Writhe of the Abyss**, a Beast Zone that turned the land into shifting, sinking pits that swallowed everything. Her form became indistinct, slithering through shadows and cracks in reality, attacking from impossible angles.
Elsewhere, Grandmaster Solara, a woman with molten gold eyes, unleashed **Everburning Expanse**, her domain igniting the battlefield in an endless inferno. The earth glowed with liquid heat, and the air shimmered under the sheer intensity of her presence. No beast could step within her domain without bursting into flames.
But the beasts had their monstrosities. An Emperor-ranked phoenix-like serpent screeched and activated **Scorching Rebirth**, a Beast Zone that absorbed all fire-based attacks, using them to heal and strengthen itself. The two domains clashed, turning the air into a seething maelstrom of heat and destruction.
Another Grandmaster, clad in robes of shifting sand, activated **Endless Dunes**, turning the land into a vast desert where the terrain constantly shifted, throwing enemies off balance and draining their stamina with each movement. His opponent, a massive panther, unleashed **Phantom Mirage**, a Beast Zone that created endless afterimages of itself, blending into the illusions of the desert and attacking from unexpected angles.
Another Grandmaster, adorned in emerald robes, stepped lightly upon the ruined battlefield. With a calm exhale, he whispered, "Domain: Verdant Genesis." Instantly, a lush forest sprang forth, ancient trees rising with impossible speed, their roots and vines moving with intelligence, ensnaring even the Emperor-ranked creatures.
Yet, his opponent, a massive, horned beast with glowing crimson eyes, roared. "Beast Zone: Devouring Wilds!" The vegetation within its influence withered and decayed, the very essence of life being drained away. The lush paradise of Verdant Genesis twisted into an ashen wasteland, as the two forces struggled for dominance.
The clash of Domains and Beast Zones turned the battlefield into a tapestry of destruction and creation. Each clash reshaped the land, each attack rewriting the terrain itself. The sky churned with fury, the ground cracked under the strain of overwhelming power.
This was no longer a battle fought by mere warriors and beasts. This was a war between sovereigns of power , a struggle to see which would remain standing.