Logan looked at his tail, momentarily out of ammo. He clicked his tongue and turned his gaze back toward the demon king, Vrozakul—who had only one injured arm, and even that was barely a graze.

[What do you think, Myriad? Being long-lived, you should be able to come up with a few ideas, right?] Logan asked.

The ancient Leviathan didn't respond right away.

[Look, kid, you didn't even warn me before you tried this merging thing. I'm still figuring out what I'm supposed to do. Sorry, but I was too busy looking around this body to understand what was happening outside. As for that demon—or half-demon—it's simple. Pray for the Light Spirit's blessing. I bet you've never even tried, and that's why you're so weak. You're relying on leftover power the crystals absorbed, not the true strength the spirits control.]

[Of course, doing that gives them more power over you—your actions, your choices. Why do you think I hid for so long? Just to laze around?]

Logan wanted to reply. He was sure no other creature had spent nearly a thousand years holed up because it was scared.

[So I just pray, huh? I guess I'll have to, even if I don't want to…]

He sighed. He was already friendly with the darkness spirit, Velmora, who had given him so much. Now he had to cozy up to the light spirit too? The one who only offered power behind some hidden agenda?

[Whatever. Let's do it. What do I need to do—get on my knees or something?]

He kept his eyes on Vrozakul, who seemed content to wait and watch, a wide grin stretching across his face.

[Just call out to it. Don't humans know their names? What do you pray to when—]

A yawn cut off the rest.

[—when you want power?]

Logan couldn't see Myriad directly, but he'd bet all the money in Highrule the old dragon was laying on his side on their shared mental plane, scratching his ass and picking his ear.

[I don't know its name. I only know the darkness spirit—Velmora.]

He paused, waiting for a reaction.

[How about the wind spirit that blessed you? Do you know its name?]

Logan shook his head in denial, even though he didn't need to. The words exchanged were between two individuals inside one body, causing Vrozakul to tilt his head in confusion.

[Damn, you humans are useless. No wonder you're losing this war. I won't be giving you the names of the others, but at least know this: Elion—the current ruler over Light; Velmora, whom you say you've met; and Syralis, the one who probably gave you that powerful blessing.]

[Now hurry and pray. That guy's looking more annoyed by the second.]

Logan quickly closed his eyes and began to focus. He felt he needed to activate the corresponding blessing—the one whose energy he tapped into each time he used a related skill—and began calling out to it.

[Well done. I guess being a tamer with access to so many skills, you figured out the correct way to link yourself to the corresponding spirit... but you're taking too long. Do that, and I'll take over the body while you finish.]

Myriad pushed Logan's spirit off the commander's seat and began adjusting to the merged body.

"Come on, what's your name... I need to at least break one of your horns to make me crawl out of my cave."

Unlike Logan, who had struggled to control the new body, Myriad only needed a few flexes to fully sync. He punched forward—so fast and strong that the air trembled around the blow. He even used Logan's authority over the wind domain to summon a tornado, infusing it with crystal-stored energy before slamming it straight into the shield surrounding the demon king.

But that wasn't the end.

He slammed his long tail into the shield, cracking it—then pierced through.

Myriad grinned provocatively, as if daring Vrozakul to take the fight seriously.

"I guess you're not the boy. You move so differently... but good. That's what I needed from him in the first place."

Vrozakul leaned forward and vanished, reappearing in front of Myriad in a blink. Myriad didn't let it slide. Unlike the demon king, who had mana to spare, Myriad reinforced his skin with layered shields—thin, mana-reflecting plates that retaliated the moment they were struck.

The two clashed—punch for punch.

Neither side dealt actual damage, but both were burning through mana just as quickly.

[Aren't you done yet, kid? This damn guy is the real deal. I've never had a fight this exhausting in my life. I bet the only one who could go half an hour against him is Ferra—but they're too busy waiting for humans to die off to actually help.]

Logan, still within the body, finally got the Light Spirit's attention. Hearing Myriad nearly broke his concentration—almost.

[I'm almost done. Just relax and let me handle the fight once I get whatever this guy's planning to give me.]

Logan's soul began to glow. He felt it—like his Wind Domain, he was gaining something similar. Not as direct or as overwhelming, but unmistakably divine.

[Guess that useless Elion spent most of his blessing on the Saint. But with the energy he's given you, we might actually stand a better chance…]

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New Supreme Skill Unlocked:

Solaris Judicium (Evolved from Holy Nova)

Type: Supreme Light Burst / Area Judgment / Support

Users: Lisa / Logan

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Lisa and Logan unleash the full authority of light, summoning a descending corona of celestial energy. The battlefield is bathed in divine radiance—corrupted and demonic foes are struck with searing judgment that ignores most resistances, while allies are healed and purified.

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Only usable when blessed by the Primordial Spirit of Light.

Cooldown: Long / Divine-level limit

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Logan, on the other hand, read through the skill and noticed it wasn't just him who had received it—Lisa had too.

He didn't dislike that she had it, but something about the Light Spirit's focus on her unsettled him.

It felt deliberate… as if she were part of a plan he was not aware of.

"How about you use the skill? You should be able to, right? And you've had countless years to learn how to wield it properly."

[Fine. Watch and learn, kid. I'll teach you how to really use skills.]

Myriad didn't stop his onslaught even while speaking. With a sudden palm strike to Vrozakul's chest, he landed the first attack that actually bypassed the demon king's defenses, catching him off guard.

Before the demon could retaliate or speak, Myriad gathered every ounce of energy in his arsenal and reached for the skill in Logan's set.

Using dragon language—an ancient and powerful form of mana induction—he called out the skill's name. The words formed a circular rune in front of him, drawing raw energy from everything nearby. That raw mana twisted into pure light, the truest form of it. All the mutation crystals in the area shattered under pressure, releasing unstable energy that drove nearby demons into a frenzy—some even turned on each other.

Logan was speechless at the sight.

Even the demon king looked… worried.

He raised his shields and summoned his miasma—a thick, otherworldly energy not native to this realm. It was the first time Logan had seen something like it.

"I thank you for giving me the chance to show you my true skills, dragon."

Myriad finished the chant.

The full power of Solaris Judicium surged forth.

A radiant halo appeared above them, shaped like a crown. It rotated at high speed, resonating with the sun itself. Then, all at once, it focused that divine power directly on Vrozakul.

[Damn… you were right. I could've never pulled off something like that.]

Logan felt his mana drain dangerously low. The merge collapsed.

The two split.

But Myriad didn't wait. He caught Logan with his tail and bolted, racing away as the light intensified. The sunlight exploded across the battlefield, radiating in blinding waves.

Vrozakul's miasma repelled some of it. His shields blocked another portion. But for the first time, he no longer looked untouchable.

"Truly astounding!" he called out with a grin—but instead of standing his ground, he warped repeatedly, trying to stay ahead of the purging light. The divine beams split and tracked him, moving like sentient judgment.

All around them, demons were struck down. The light had taken form—it bent itself and attacked anything tainted, anything that needed to be purified.

George, severely weakened by the radiance, was dragged away by one of the demon generals—a figure Logan didn't recognize.

As for the other general…

He warped to his master's side, shielding Vrozakul with his body—only to be annihilated in the blast.

Soon, the light lost all power. A massive portion of the demon forces had been wiped out—just like that. Only a few thousand remained, survivors who had been too far from the epicenter to be affected.

"That is what I wanted to see," Vrozakul said calmly. "Zarvok, take the rest away. And the young lich as well. We've lost this battle—learn from it and grow stronger. We'll need to fight this again soon."

The demon general he called wasn't one to be underestimated. Zarvok devoured demons left and right—he ate them, or so it seemed. His method of creating a teleportation warp was through his own body. When he opened his mouth, it stretched unnaturally wide—two meters at least—resembling Terra's monstrous maw in size and shape.

One by one, the remaining demons vanished into his gullet.

Then, the field fell silent.

Only the general and his king remained.

"Well, kid," Vrozakul said, his grin widening, "I'm actually glad I came to this world. Your power's the real deal. But don't think this was the real fight. We'll meet again—in the Empire. And next time, I'll hopefully have my real body."

Logan, still on his knees and drained from the battle, looked up at the demon king just as he stepped into his general's mouth.

Zarvok, in a grotesque display, began to devour himself—his jaw unhinging wider as his own body folded inward, vanishing piece by piece until there was nothing left.

Logan and the others watched as the dust settled and the battlefield fell silent.

"Guess we won't need Silvia's intervention just yet... that is good."