The meteors that rained down from the sky blazed forward with fiery trails, searing the heavens in their descent. Some were as large as wagons, others as enormous as hills, ranging from ten to a hundred feet in size. Their crimson glow cast an eerie light over the battlefield, illuminating the destruction to come.

When everyone in the crowd and beyond looked up, their eyes widened with sheer disbelief. It was like witnessing a scene straight out of an apocalyptic legend—the end of days written in fire. The spectacle of chaos in the heavens, the very sky tearing apart to deliver divine retribution, sent shivers down their spines.

Gasps echoed throughout the Immortal Peak. People clutched at their chests, their faces drained of color. Some stumbled backward, others stood frozen, their eyes reflecting the incoming catastrophe.

“We can’t have this,” Huevas muttered, his tone carrying the weight of his authority as he stared up at the sky.

Beside him, Arin’s silver eyes flickered as she assessed the situation. “There aren’t many options now,” she admitted, her voice calm but edged with urgency. “If you want to protect the Immortal Branch, you’ll most likely have to stop this fight.”

Huevas exhaled slowly, weighing the words in his mind. “Stop the fight? It’s a possibility. The most likely one.”

A flash of memory surfaced in his mind—Tyr’s gaze, cold and unwavering, as he had spoken his command. Do not dare to stop this fight. The words carried an undeniable force, a declaration that Huevas had no right to ignore.

Tyr wasn’t just some reckless fool; he was the Dragon Tamer. And after witnessing the sheer destructive power that the Fire Dragon had unleashed with a single attack, Huevas was unwilling to intervene, despite the impending devastation.

His decision made, he moved.

With a mere flick of his wrist, Huevas disappeared from the city square, his figure vanishing in a silent blur.

A moment later, he reappeared high above the battlefield, next to Reana, who hovered midair, broadcasting the battle to the world.

“Huh!?” Reana nearly flinched as Huevas materialized beside her out of nowhere. Her eyes widened in shock before she swiftly composed herself. “Out of nowhere, the Vice Grandmaster of the Faction has arrived!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing out across the transmission, sending ripples of anticipation through her vast audience.

Huevas smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he ascended even higher, piercing the sky with his presence.

The entire battlefield watched in silence.

“What is his plan?” Reana questioned, her voice hushed with suspense. “Will he stop the fight?”

“What is he doing?”

“Why is he up there!?”

Among the murmurs of speculation, Huevas brought his hands together, his fingers interlocking as his eyes slid shut. His deep voice resonated across the sky, a chant laced with ethereal energy:

“Lotus of Vrsni, I ask thee to lend thy strength. Forge my abilities with the peace of your prowess, and cloak my intent with the infinite action of your guise.”

His eyes snapped open—completely white, brimming with divine energy.

Behind him, a colossal transparent white lotus blossomed, its radiant petals stretching across the heavens like a celestial halo. A blinding effulgence emanated from it, casting an otherworldly glow upon the entire battlefield.

The moment his hands moved, the winds shifted, roaring to life with newfound purpose. White currents swirled around him, cascading downward in a magnificent spiral. The gales swept through the battlefield, enveloping the burning forest where Tyr and Crimson clashed.

Four gigantic lotus petals materialized in the air—each one as large as a mountain, their ivory hues shimmering against the backdrop of destruction. They rose above the clouds, standing as unshakable guardians between the incoming meteors and the Immortal Peak.

“Even the meteors of a Dragon will not be able to withstand the petals of the Lotus of Vrsni,” Huevas declared.

The first wave of meteors clashed against the colossal petals, detonating in a brilliant cascade of fire and force. The shockwaves sent ripples of heat through the air, yet the petals remained unmoved—unyielding in their divine resistance.

Each impact sent roaring flames scattering through the sky, yet the sacred petals absorbed the destructive energy, shattering the meteors into harmless embers. The explosion illuminated the night like a second sun, casting long, wavering shadows over the stunned spectators.

Yet, despite the defense, those within the domain of the battlefield—Tyr and Crimson—still bore the full brunt of the attack.

The meteors continued their descent, raining upon the forest like the wrath of an unforgiving god.

Tyr’s gaze lifted skyward, his golden eyes widening in awe. Even amid the chaos, he could feel the overwhelming strength radiating from Ares. The beast’s power far surpassed what he had anticipated.

His attention then flickered toward Crimson.

The once-mighty warrior now struggled to stand, his knees quivering under an invisible weight. His clenched teeth ground together, his muscles rigid with exertion.

A crushing force pinned him down—an unseen burden that no one else felt.

‘A binding entrapment within a spell…’ Tyr mused, eyes narrowing. ‘That makes the ability even stronger. Not only does it create hellfire within the domain, but it also subdues the intended target, subjecting them to their own personal inferno.’

Tyr couldn’t help but feel admiration. This was a true attack.

And then, the meteors struck.

The forest erupted into a blazing wasteland, consumed by a sea of fire. The land—once lush and thriving—was reduced to scorched earth in mere moments. The once-majestic trees crumbled into ash, their remains swallowed by the raging flames.

Crimson—caught in the heart of the inferno—let out a silent scream, his body nearly obliterated by the pressure of the impact.

Huevas’ wrists flicked in measured movements, ensuring that the barriers held firm, preventing the destruction from spreading beyond the battlefield.

Above, Reana remained frozen, the intense heat brushing against her skin. She let the audience absorb the moment, allowing the sheer magnitude of the battle to sink in.

Tyr stood unfazed, a smirk curling at his lips as he peered into the dying embers. His golden eyes burned with anticipation.

‘Is this… enough?’

Seconds ticked by.

The flames gradually simmered down, the deafening roars of explosions fading into a symphony of quiet crackles. The battlefield—once a chaotic storm of destruction—now lay eerily silent, the air thick with the scent of scorched earth.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing.

From the sky, Ares descended gracefully, lowering his massive head to the ground before bowing at Tyr’s feet.

The beast had completed its task.

Tyr wordlessly absorbed Ares into the Infinite Domain before stepping forward. His boots crushed the blackened earth beneath him as he made his way toward Crimson’s last known position.

And then, he saw it.

A torso—or at least, half of one.

It lay in the smoldering ruins, connected to a half-arm and a head, its charred flesh barely holding together. The gaping cavity in Crimson’s chest revealed a still beating heart, scorched yet stubbornly clinging to life.

Pink phoenix flames flickered around his wounds, futilely attempting to heal him.

Crimson’s bloodied eyes slowly rolled upward, fixating on Tyr.

“You…” His voice rasped, hoarse and broken.

Tyr furrowed his brows, waiting for the words.

“Cheated…” Crimson whispered before his consciousness faded into oblivion.

Tyr chuckled.

“Heh…”

He scoffed, stepping over the dying warrior.

“I won.”

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