Kallus watched as their attacks reached their peak.

The raging inferno scorched even the fabric of space itself, while the absolute zero frost froze the very air—and to some extent, space itself.

The two opposing forces surged toward him, their combined might possessing the power to destroy and erase everything in their path.

Yet, he did not flinch.

With a steady gaze, he exhaled slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“So be it.”

And then, he moved.

Kallus raised his bow skyward and drew the bowstring taut.

[Primordial Distraction Technique: Bow Series – Destruction Arrows.]

Two dark red arrows, tinged with a crimson glow, materialized materialized in Kallus’ grasp.

Unlike his previous battles in the Void Tower, where his Destruction Arrows ran wild, this time, he wielded them with absolute precision.

Back then, the Destruction Arrows had been beyond his control. He hadn’t even understood their full power—unknowingly unleashing them at full force.

Upon impact, they had caused widespread devastation, turning the battlefield into a storm of chaos and ruin. In that reckless moment, he had accidentally erased both the Warrior of Fist and the Mage of Flame, their very existence wiped away before he could even comprehend what had happened.

The memory didn’t quite haunt him, but it left behind a lingering dread, a weight in the back of his mind that refused to fade. Thinking about it now, he could still feel that split-second of horror—the realization that his own power had erased two mighty warriors as if they had never been.

Even though they had been mere manifestations of their living selves.

But this time, it would be different.

This time, he was in control.

His intent was clear—to destroy and erase the combined assault of Solaris, the ice empress, and Lunara, the frost queen.

With unwavering focus, he released the arrows.

A thunderous clang shattered the air as they tore through the sky, breaking the sound barrier of Origin Prime in an instant. The resulting boom echoed like the roar of a dying god, sending shockwaves that seemingly warped the very fabric of reality.

And just like that, Kallus faced Solaris and Lunara.

Kallus’ Destruction Arrows made contact with the Solaris, the ice empress, and Lunara, the frost queen attack, yet no shockwave or explosive force erupted. Instead, their combined assault was utterly annihilated—erased from existence upon impact. And with its purpose fulfilled, the Destruction Arrows dissipated on their own.

[A/N: Now, you may ask—what is intent? Many of you may already understand, but I will provide a brief explanation.

In this context, intent is not merely a thought; it is conviction made manifest, a force so absolute that it bends reality itself. It is not chaos—it is precision, the power to sever existence itself. Unlike his reckless destruction in the Void Tower, Kallus’ intent now was not to annihilate indiscriminately, but to erase with purpose, leaving nothing behind—only silence.

Mastering—or even manifesting—intent was no simple feat. Only those with unshakable will, clear purpose, and unwavering concentration could bring it into existence. Fortunately for Kallus, he possessed all of these traits.

His will was already exceptionally strong, forged in the pain of losing his family in his previous life. But with his reincarnation, his primordial body, and his awakened dragon soul, that strength had only grown—elevating him to a level few could ever hope to reach.]

And while intent played a major role, Kallus’ mastery over his mana was just as crucial. Had he drawn too much destruction energy while forming the arrows, even his intent alone would not have been enough to control them. Precision was key—a delicate balance between power and restraint.

Back on the battlefield, Solaris, the ice empress, and Lunara, the frost queen did not falter despite their attack being neutralized. Instead, they pressed forward, unleashing another assault—this time infused with even greater intent than before.

The Ice Phoenix, Lunara, struck from above, her wings unfurling with an ethereal radiance as she unleashed a wave of absolute frost.

[Eternal Frost Cataclysm] – Domain of Absolute Zero

A storm beyond mere cold—an extinction of warmth itself, where even the laws of nature succumb to the unrelenting void of frost.

The moment her power was unleashed, reality itself recoiled. The sky darkened as the very concept of heat was erased with the exception of Solaris, plunging the battlefield into a frozen abyss.

The air itself crystallized into intricate lattices of ice, forming suspended fractals that shimmered like shattered glass. Space trembled, itself seeming to fracture under the crushing weight of true-zero cold. A frozen tsunami expanded outward, devouring all in its reach—earth, sky, even the intangible essence of motion with an area covering hundreds of km.

Yet, amidst this apocalyptic frost, Kallus remained unmoved. Not out of fear, but certainty. The very moment the domain sought to consume him, an unseen force erupted—an aura of absolute destruction, so pure that even the omnipotent frost of Lunara could not encroach upon him.

The battlefield lay entombed in ice, a graveyard of frozen time and shattered existence. But where Kallus stood, the frost did not dare to reach. The moment it drew near, it was erased—not melted, not repelled, but unmade, as though it had never existed.

As Kallus watched the apocalyptic frost halt before him, erased by his aura of destruction, he let out a quiet sigh. His expression remained unreadable, but a hint of tension lingered in his eyes.

He muttered under his breath, “Damn it… Such a dangerous attack.” His gaze flickered toward Glacius, his voice laced with rare admiration. “Had it not been for my infinite energy, it would’ve taken everything I had just to defend against it.”

For the first time in a long while, Kallus acknowledged—this was an opponent’s truly worthy of caution.

But didn’t have much time to mule over it.

The battlefield trembled as the Fire Phoenix unleashed its fury. The Infernal Sun Flames wreathed its form, flaring to an apocalyptic crescendo that outshone the very heavens. The sheer intensity of its power distorted space itself, sending ripples through reality.

Even Lunara’s domain, a construct of her will, wavered beneath the relentless heat, its edges pushed back as the scorching waves clashed against its boundaries.

[Eclipse of Oblivion] : Countless beams of light, infused with the infernal flames of Solaris, erupted from spheres of blazing suns, streaking toward their target in a storm of devastation. Each impact shattered the land, leaving only scorched ruin in their wake.

A sphere of pure Infernal Sun Flames swelled around Solaria, the Flame Empress, burning with an unbearable heat that put even the stars to shame.

Within this searing sphere, the very essence of fire reached its absolute peak—transcending mere flame into a force of ultimate destruction. Then, from the heart of this blazing inferno, beams of annihilation erupted.

Each ray of searing devastation streaked toward Kallus at incomprehensible speed, their radiance so intense that even the frozen battlefield left in its wake ignited in a paradoxical blaze—flames consuming ice.

This attack bears many similarities to Primal Ky@gre’s Origin Pulse, but whereas Origin Pulse is a water-elemental assault, Eclipse of Oblivion manifests as a fire-elemental cataclysm. Instead of surging waves of primordial water, Solaria unleashes an apocalyptic barrage of solar flames, reducing everything in its path to ashes.

As the fiery phoenix Solaria launched its attack, Kallus remained within the domain of the ice phoenix Lunara, quickly realizing their intent. While he could withstand their individual assaults without harm, he knew all too well what happens when fire and ice collide.

The resulting explosion, though not fatal to him, could still cause considerable disruption.

This time, he moved. His mana surged, responding to his will as he muttered,

[Space Magic: Space Distortion.]

Craaaaaaak!

A deep, unnatural cracking echoed through the battlefield as the space before him—stretching five kilometers in radius—began to fracture like shattered glass splintered into countless shards. The very fabric of reality twisted and broke apart exploding into a storm of razor-sharp shards of space.

Just as the Fire Phoenix Solaria’s devastating attack reached him, it was swallowed whole by the spatial distortion—neutralized completely. The searing flames vanished into the void beyond the fractured space itself, consumed as if they had never existed.

Not giving them a chance to recover or prepare for another attack, Kallus moved.

Not giving them a chance to recover or prepare for another attack, Kallus moved.

With a sigh, he sheathed his sword, then morphed it into a katana. Lowering his center of gravity, he bent forward—his left hand gripping the sheath, his right hand resting on the hilt. His focus sharpened.

[Primordial Destruction Technique: Katana Series – True Destruction katana Slash.]

A surge of destruction energy enveloped both his katana and his body, its sheer intensity obliterating even the still-recovering space itself. Without restraint, Kallus’ right hand moved at blinding speed, drawing his blade in a single, devastating motion.

An arc of pure destruction erupted from his katana, tearing through reality itself as it surged toward both Phoenixes—an attack that promised nothing less than absolute erasure.

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