Chapter 91: The Titan & The Bloodmoon
The battlefield trembled as the Calamity-Class Beast let out an earth-shattering roar. Its body, a mass of shifting mana and corrupted flesh, pulsed violently, absorbing the residual energy from the fallen King-Class Beast. The air crackled with unnatural power, the ground beneath their feet warping under the sheer force of its presence.
And yet—Rheon Veyrin and Magnus Grimthorne stood tall.
Kael and Lucian had rushed back into the fight, but the battle was already reaching its climax.
The Titan and the Bloodmoon were not holding back.
Rheon & Magnus – Unleashing the True Power of Their Bloodlines
Rheon's Crimson Sigil Overdrive burned through his veins, his body outlined in blood-red runes as his mana reserves boiled like a raging storm. Each step left a scorching red imprint on the ground, his katana gleaming like a blade forged from pure destruction.
Magnus, in contrast, was a living fortress.
The Titan's Wrath of the Grimthorne bloodline had awakened fully—his muscles hardened to near-unbreakable levels, his enchanted war axe radiating raw earth energy. When he moved, the ground cracked. When he swung, the air howled.
The Calamity-Class Beast lunged.
Rheon vanished in a blur of red light.
Magnus stood his ground, swinging upward.
The collision of force and speed sent a shockwave tearing through the battlefield.
Kael and Lucian arrived just in time to see Magnus launch the Calamity-Class Beast into the air with a single, monstrous strike.
Lucian's draconic aura ignited as he soared upward, blade wreathed in golden flames.
Kael's Gravity Domain flared to life—twisting the battlefield's very balance, crushing the beast's movements, forcing it into a vulnerable state.
"We don't have much time!" Kael called out.
Lucian nodded, his eyes burning. "Then we'll open it up—you two finish it."
Magnus drove his axe into the earth, channeling his mana directly into the battlefield itself. The stone rose like massive pillars, trapping the Calamity's limbs.
Lucian dove from above, his sword wreathed in draconic flames as he slashed straight through the beast's chest.
For the first time—its core was exposed.
A pulsating, unstable mana crystal, glowing with eerie, dark energy.
"KAEL! RHEON! NOW!" Lucian roared.
Kael and Rheon moved as one.
Kael's Crimson Sigil surged around him, his mana synchronizing with Rheon's.
For the first time—Kael felt what it meant to be a true Veyrin.
Rheon's katana glowed a deep, ominous red. Kael's sword burned brighter than ever before.
They lunged.
Two crimson streaks.
One target.
Their blades tore through the Calamity's exposed core.
A single heartbeat of silence—
Then—
The Calamity-Class Beast shattered from within.
A massive explosion of crimson and black mana tore through the battlefield—but this time, they were ready.
Kael and Rheon landed, panting, their blades dripping with the monster's corrupted blood.
The battlefield was silent.
Then—
The Calamity fell.
Dead.
The dust settled.
Kael fell to one knee, exhausted.
Rheon sheathed his katana, his breaths slow but steady.
Lucian rolled his shoulders, muttering, "That was ridiculous."
Magnus scoffed. "You're welcome."
The Vanguard stood among the wreckage, battered, bruised—but victorious.
But even as the relief began to settle—
A dark chuckle echoed from the ruins.
The Xelthar agent still remained.
Watching.
Studying.
Smiling.
As if this had only been the beginning.