Chapter 114: The Edge of Annihilation
The battlefield was chaos incarnate.
Xelthar's forces, once a tide of unstoppable might, were now locked in brutal combat with Eldoria's vanguard and its strongest warriors.
Steel clashed. Mana ignited. The very air trembled under the weight of unleashed destruction.
At the center of it all—the Vanguard fought against Xelthar's greatest champions.
And in the shadows beyond mortal sight—Chaos and Order watched.
Kael's world was reduced to silver steel and golden eyes.
Ilyra Xelthar was relentless.
Her dual blades moved like whispers, striking at angles no ordinary warrior could follow.
Kael barely deflected an overhead slash before dodging a second blade that would have severed his spine.
His Gravity Domain pulsed, warping the space around them, slowing her movements—
But she adapted instantly, twisting mid-air and slashing at his exposed side.
Kael gritted his teeth, raising his sword to block—
Too slow.
Ilyra's blade sliced into his side, blood spraying against the cracked stone beneath them.
Kael stumbled.
Ilyra grinned.
"You're good," she admitted. "But not good enough."
Kael wiped the blood from his lips.
"Funny," he said, eyes burning with mana. "I was about to say the same thing."
Berserker's Ascent activated.
His speed doubled. His strength surged.
Kael vanished.
This time, he was the one behind her.
And his blade was already falling.
Lucian Eldoria stood before a titan.
The Warlord of Xelthar—a towering behemoth of metal and mana, his body reinforced with ancient runes that made his flesh as strong as steel.
Lucian exhaled.
Then attacked.
His draconic aura ignited, golden flames swirling around his blade as he slashed at the warlord's legs.
The impact sent a shockwave across the battlefield.
But—
The warlord did not move.
Lucian's eyes narrowed.
Before he could react, the warlord's massive fist crashed down upon him.
Lucian barely rolled away, the ground shattering where he had just stood.
The warlord let out a deep, guttural chuckle.
"You are nothing before me."
Lucian smirked, flames licking at his skin.
"Then I'll just have to burn you down."
His golden aura exploded outward, and the real fight began.
Selene's opponent did not exist.
At least—not in the way a normal enemy should.
Her enemy was a shifting blur, a specter wrapped in darkness.
Every time she struck, her blade passed through empty air.
Every time she dodged, a shadow slashed at her throat.
Selene gritted her teeth, her Eclipse Sight scanning every movement.
Then—she saw it.
A fraction of a second.
A slight flicker.
Her opponent wasn't intangible.
They were fast.
Too fast for the eye to follow.
But not too fast for her mind.
Selene adjusted her stance.
And the next time the phantom moved—
She anticipated the strike.
Her blade flashed—
And for the first time, her enemy bled.
Mira's sword clashed against a wall of ice, her breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.
Cassian flipped over her, his rapier a silver blur as he parried a gust of razor-sharp wind.
Their opponent, a winged warrior, hovered above them—wielding both ice and wind as weapons.
"You're fast," the warrior mused. "But not fast enough."
Cassian smirked. "Want to bet?"
Mira surged forward, feinting left—then pivoting right at the last second.
The warrior dodged—but that was exactly what they wanted.
Cassian's rapier struck from the other side.
The warrior barely managed to block—
Which left him open.
Mira's blade pierced his wing.
And suddenly—he was falling.
Cassian sighed dramatically. "I almost feel bad."
Mira grinned.
"Don't."
The ground shook with every step their opponent took.
The Colossus of Xelthar—a warrior who wielded a club the size of a carriage and struck with the force of an earthquake.
Evelyne grinned.
Darius rolled his eyes.
"I hate fighting giants," he muttered.
Evelyne cracked her knuckles. "I love fighting giants."
The colossus charged.
The ground cracked.
Darius and Evelyne moved as one.
Evelyne caught the club's impact, her Titan's Resilience absorbing the force as the ground beneath her shattered.
Darius jumped over her, lightning crackling in his hands.
And then—
He unleashed a storm.
The colossus roared in pain, its body spasming under the electricity—
And Evelyne punched straight through its chest.
Blood sprayed.
The colossus fell.
Evelyne shook her fist.
Darius sighed. "You're terrifying."
Evelyne smirked. "You love it."
Darius didn't deny it.
Rael moved like a ghost.
His opponent—a cloaked swordsman who flickered in and out of existence—was his equal in every way.
Every attack was countered.
Every feint was mirrored.
They were the same.
Except—
Rael had something the duelist didn't.
Void Step.
In an instant, he vanished—
And reappeared behind his opponent.
One precise strike.
The duelist collapsed.
Rael exhaled. "You were good."
His opponent didn't reply.
Because he was already dead.
Leonel Faelwyn faced an opponent of pure destruction.
A warrior who burned with cursed fire, his body barely holding itself together.
Every attack scorched the ground.
Every step melted steel.
Leonel gritted his teeth, summoning his own flames—pure, blue, and unyielding.
And when the two flames clashed—
The battlefield exploded in fire.
Beyond the Battle – Chaos and Order
Far above the battlefield, two beings watched.
Chaos smiled. "They're stronger than expected."
Order's gaze flickered. "It won't matter."
Chaos tilted his head. "You doubt them?"
Order was silent for a long time.
Then—she whispered.
"I doubt myself."
Chaos grinned. "Then it's already over."
Order's hands clenched.
Because she wasn't sure if Chaos was wrong.