The moment the Draconic Graveyard domain shattered, chaos erupted across the battlefield.

A deafening roar split the air as the fabric of the dimension tore apart, sending shockwaves that rippled through the entire city.

BOOM!

The sky itself seemed to scream as fragments of the broken domain plummeted toward the earth, massive chunks of dark energy raining down like meteorites.

Each impact shook the ground violently, splitting open the streets, leveling buildings, and sending clouds of debris billowing into the air.

The battlefield was transformed into a hellscape.

The first wave of destruction was felt by both Ogres and humans alike.

CRASH!

A massive piece of the shattered domain smashed into a towering skyscraper, reducing it to rubble in an instant.

The shockwave from the impact sent nearby rankers flying, their bodies tumbling through the air like ragdolls.

Screams filled the air as the earth beneath their feet began to crack and collapse.

“RUN!” a human ranker shouted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of destruction.

But there was no escaping it.

The ground split open, swallowing streets, buildings, and entire squads of rankers whole.

Massive fissures crisscrossed the city, consuming everything in their path.

The earth trembled violently as chunks of debris rained down from the sky, crushing anyone unfortunate enough to be caught underneath.

THUD!

An enormous slab of rock slammed into the ground, flattening a group of rankers who had been attempting to flee.

The Ogres, larger and stronger than before, were thrown off balance by the sheer force of the collapse.

Some were crushed beneath the falling debris, their massive bodies pinned under the weight of the collapsing city.

Others, though injured, managed to survive, their monstrous strength allowing them to withstand the brunt of the catastrophe.

Even as the earth crumbled beneath them, they roared in defiance, their hulking forms weathering the destruction with brutal resilience.

“RROOOAAARR!” one Ogre bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos as he slammed his fist into the ground, sending shockwaves that shook the nearby rubble.

Despite being battered and bloodied, the Ogres were relentless.

Their thick, armored skin protected them from the worst of the devastation, allowing them to remain standing while the human rankers were decimated.

For the humans, however, it was a massacre.

Rankers scrambled to escape the falling debris, their voices choked with terror as they realized there was nowhere to run.

BOOM!

Another massive chunk of the domain crashed into the heart of the city, sending waves of dust and debris sweeping across the battlefield.

Rankers who had been fighting valiantly moments ago were now reduced to frantic, panicked figures, desperately trying to find cover as the world crumbled around them.

“HELP! HELP ME!” a ranker screamed, his arm trapped beneath a slab of concrete.

His voice was lost in the deafening roar of destruction as another chunk of debris fell, silencing him forever.

Despite the overwhelming destruction, a few humans managed to survive.

Injured and bloodied, they crawled from the wreckage, their bodies battered and bruised. But compared to the Ogres, their numbers were pitifully few.

The Ogres, though injured, were still standing, their roars echoing through the battlefield as they surveyed the devastation with savage glee.

The humans, on the other hand, were at a massive disadvantage.

Their ranks had been decimated by the collapse, and those who had survived were too wounded to continue fighting.

The battlefield, once a place of intense conflict, was now a wasteland of rubble and destruction, with only a handful of humans left alive to face the might of the Ogres.

Bong Me-Eon stood on a distant rooftop, watching the devastation unfold.

Her sharp eyes took in the scene with grim determination.

The city was in ruins, and the human rankers were on the verge of total annihilation.

If something wasn’t done, the Ogres would wipe them out completely.

Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation. “If I let this continue, the humans will be annihilated,” she muttered to herself. “I can’t allow that.”

With a deep breath, Bong Me-Eon steeled herself.

She knew what needed to be done.

She had faced magical monsters before, and though the Ogres had grown stronger, she had a way to deal with them.

A method that would even the playing field and give the humans a fighting chance.

“I have a way to deal with power-boosted magical monsters,” she said, her voice calm but filled with a steely resolve. “And it’s going to be easy.”

As the Ogres began to celebrate, their deep roars shaking the battlefield, Bong Me-Eon raised her hand, summoning her magic.

In an instant, the ground beneath the Ogres began to tremble.

Several hundred mushrooms sprouted from the earth, their grotesque forms pulsing with an unnatural, eerie light.

The Ogres, still drunk on their victory, didn’t notice at first. But soon, a strange smell filled the air—a decaying, rotten stench that made even the hulking monsters pause.

One by one, the Ogres sniffed the air, their faces twisting in confusion. Something was wrong.

Meanwhile, far away, Bong Me-Eon’s voice cut through the chaos like a knife. “Ephemeral Death Spore,” she whispered, her eyes glowing with the power of her spell.

The moment the words left her lips, the mushrooms exploded.

BOOOOM!

Clouds of thick, green spores filled the air, swirling around the battlefield like a deadly fog.

The Ogres, caught off guard, inhaled the spores before they even realized what was happening.

For a moment, nothing happened.

The Ogres looked around, confused and wary.

Then, one by one, their massive bodies began to convulse.

Their skin turned a sickly green as the spores took hold, invading their lungs and bloodstream.

CRACK!

An Ogre’s arm twisted grotesquely as his muscles began to wither, his once-massive form shrinking under the effects of the deadly spores.

“RRRAAAAAGH!” another Ogre roared in agony, his eyes bulging as the spores ravaged his insides.

His body collapsed to the ground, writhing and twitching as the life drained out of him.

The remaining Ogres, realizing too late what was happening, began to panic.

They tried to flee, but the spores were everywhere.

Each breath they took was filled with the deadly toxin, and soon, their massive forms began to crumble.

Bong Me-Eon watched from her distant perch, her face expressionless as the spores did their work.

“Easy,” she muttered under her breath.

The battlefield was now a place of eerie silence, the Ogres’ once-mighty roars reduced to pained groans as their bodies withered away under the power of Bong Me-Eon’s deadly spores.

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