The ruin that had once been Endless's throne room was now a battlefield forged from destruction itself as even the ruins of Endless's throneroom is no where to be seen. Blackened pillars jutted out like broken teeth, molten cracks in the ground spilled with glowing mana, and the air was a frenzy of fire, chaos, and shadow.

At the heart of it, the six stood—Lila, Guinevere, Morris, Kelvin, Ethan, and Eirana. They now fought in a desperate formation, battered and strained, against two nightmares that seemed utterly untouchable.

Kael Dragonyx towered before them, his lightning-imbued blade dripping with draconic might. Every swing shattered walls and scorched the ground, every strike crackling with a fury born from bloodlines steeped in dragonkind and chaos. His voice was a storm, cruel and mocking.

"You cannot withstand me. I carry the wrath of dragons and the storm itself! Fall, little insects."

Opposite him, Alen the Dark Magi was far worse—calm, methodical, each gesture of his hand unraveling their defenses. Shadows stretched like spears, illusions twisted their perceptions, and bolts of dark magic ripped through their ranks. His smirk never faltered.

"Your struggle amuses me… but you're already ghosts. Do you not see?"

And indeed, they were losing.

Kelvin's Abyssal scythe was locked in a deadlock with Kael's lightning blade, the crackle of their clash splitting the air. Sweat trickled down Kelvin's forehead, his chaos energy struggling to keep up with the sheer savagery of Kael's draconic storm.

Beside him, Ethan's twin daggers danced, cloaked in his mist magic, striking from impossible angles—yet Alen read every movement like a book, countering with cruel precision. Each failed strike left Ethan staggering back, teeth clenched in frustration.

Morris's scepter glowed with the wrath of the elements, torrents of flame, ice, and earth summoned in a storm of elemental fury—but Alen's shadows swallowed them whole, like rivers disappearing into a void.

Guinevere's phoenix fire blazed brightest, her wings unfurled, every strike scorching, every flare searing against Kael's armored scales. But the Dragon scion roared with laughter, the flames rolling off him as if he were born to consume them.

And Lila—her seer's eyes burned with her bloodline's power, her prophecies cutting through illusions, her voice guiding her companions to survive the next strike. But even foresight was faltering—Kael was too fast, Alen too cunning.

Only Eirana stood unmoved, her body a juggernaut of Qi, each strike shaking the ruined hall like an earthquake. But even she was slowing, her Qi flickering from the immense drain.

It was slipping away.

Kael pressed down on Kelvin, knocking him to his knees. Alen conjured a sphere of compressed darkness, aiming to obliterate Morris and Lila in a single sweep.

And then—

The walls shook with an explosion that ripped through the ruined chamber.

From the dust and debris, a roar rang out.

"Eldoria still stands!"

Drake charged in, his blade raised high, his aura blazing with renewed vigor. At his side came Neana, her frame cloaked in the Voidcloak, eyes burning with her new Juggernaut strength. Christopher strode forth, crimson blade glinting with fury, while Rodriguez emerged like a black storm, the Abyssal Blade in his grip humming with devouring hunger. Charlotte followed, her divine shield already glowing like the dawn itself, Maeralyn and Velyrian surging behind her, and the rest of Eldoria's warriors spilling in like a tide.

The battle shifted in an instant.

Kael's lightning slash, aimed to decapitate Kelvin, was intercepted—Drake's greatsword clashed against it, the shockwave rattling the room, but this time Kael was forced back. Sparks scattered, and Drake sneered.

"You won't touch my brother or his friends."

Alen's shadow sphere, moments from consuming Lila, was cleaved apart—Rodriguez's Abyssal Blade devoured the magic whole, the black energy twisting around him like a storm as he stepped forward, smiling wickedly.

"Your darkness is nothing compared to what I have in store."

Neana landed heavily before Guinevere, her fist glowing with Juggernaut Qi, punching Kael's follow-up attack aside with brute force that shattered the ground beneath her.

"If you want to break them—you'll have to go through me first."

'Grandma is here?' Eirana thought with a surprised look on her face.

Christopher's crimson blade met Kael's lightning with sparks and flame, his voice burning with fury.

"For those you twisted into monsters… I'll carve you down!"

The ruined throne room became an inferno of clashing wills.

"You guys...."

Lila gasped, relief and awe flooding her expression as she felt the shift. Guinevere's wings flared brighter, her phoenix fire resonating with Charlotte's divine shield as the two advanced together, one blazing with flame, the other with unyielding light.

Kelvin rose again, scythe in hand, his chaos aura surging with new fury. Beside him, Ethan reappeared from the mist with a grin sharper than his daggers. Morris slammed his scepter down, the elements answering with renewed ferocity, the ground trembling as if the world itself had chosen their side.

Together again—strengthened by their comrades' arrival.

"You think this will change things!!?"

Kael Dragonyx roared with draconic fury, his lightning blade striking against Drake, sparks igniting the broken hall into a storm. Alen's calm expression finally cracked into a scowl as his shadows were devoured, torn apart, or burned away by the sheer combined onslaught.

For the first time since the battle began—the tide had turned.

At this moment, the ground they all stand on had become a battlefield of wills. Sparks and flames lit the air, shadows shrieked as they were torn apart, and for the first time since the fight began, the warriors of Eldoria stood tall and united.

Kael Dragonyx snarled as he was driven back by a coordinated strike—Kelvin's Abyssal scythe locking his lightning sword, while Drake's greatsword came down like a thunderbolt. Christopher's crimson blade cut through the gaps with surgical precision, forcing Kael to twist and parry with both fury and skill. Guinevere's flames blazed like a second sun, flaring with Charlotte's divine shield to cover Ethan's blur of mist-cloaked daggers and Morris's elemental storm.

The tide was turning.

On the other side, Alen the Dark Magi was swarmed relentlessly. Rodriguez's Abyssal Blade devoured his shadows every time he tried to build momentum. Lila's bloodline foresight called out his counters before he could even land them, her voice guiding Morris's elemental bursts and Ethan's deceptive strikes. Neana, her Voidcloak shimmering with Juggernaut strength, broke through his barriers with earth-shaking punches that forced Alen to retreat, his once calm smirk twisting in irritation.

For a fleeting moment, the impossible seemed within reach.

Kael was pressed, his dragon's wrath flashing in his eyes. Alen staggered as his dark spheres crumbled under the relentless barrage. And behind them, the survivors of Eldoria raised their voices in cries of hope.

But then Kael's laughter split the air. A cruel, chilling roar that froze even the bravest hearts.

"You think this is my limit? You dare!"

Lightning exploded from his body, soaring to the skies like a blinding surge of chaos. His veins pulsed with dark mana, his aura erupting like a hurricane. His human form convulsed, bones cracking, scales bursting from his skin, until his figure warped and stretched into something monstrous—something ancient.

With a sound like the world breaking, Kael Dragonyx transformed into a five-fingered chaos dragon.

The ground shook as his colossal body tore through the rumbles at the area, wings stretching wide enough to blot out the fractured sky above. A massive head, crowned with chaotic lightning, roared, his thunder shaking the marrow of every warrior present. His scales shimmered with unstable energy, shifting between darkness and storm, each claw glowing with destructive power.

The heat of Guinevere's phoenix flames dimmed in his presence. The divine light of Charlotte's shield flickered. Even Kelvin and Drake faltered for a moment as the dragon's aura pressed down like an ocean crashing on them all.

And then, as if that horror wasn't enough—Alen moved.

He stopped retreating. His smirk returned, colder than ever.

"So be it. If Dragonyx bares his true fangs, then I will show you mine."

He raised his arms, and the dead shadows of the ruined domain suddenly quivered. As they were all moving in lighting speed towards Alen.

The Labyrinth creatures that lay lifelessly across Endless domain suddenly to began to move swiftly to where Drake and the others were. And then, to the warriors' horror, they began to dissolve, their forms breaking into streams of dark essence that tore through the air like rivers of black fire.

The streams converged—straight into Alen.

His body convulsed, bulging, warping. His veins glowed with a thousand writhing souls, his eyes burning like abyssal lanterns. Shadow upon shadow coiled around him, forming jagged armor of flesh and darkness, wings sprouting from his back made of screaming faces. His once-human figure swelled into a horrifying behemoth, half-mage, half-monster, his voice layered with the cries of the damned.

"Behold…" he whispered, and the throne room rattled with the chorus of a hundred voices. "…a kingdom of shadows, bound to me."

The pressure doubled, then tripled.

The warriors of Eldoria staggered, their brief advantage shattered in an instant.

Drake's greatsword trembled in his grip as he stared up at Kael's dragon form. "Gods above…" he muttered, sweat dripping from his brow.

Lila's foresight flickered violently, too clouded by the chaotic energy to show a clear path. "I can't see—there's too much!" she cried, clutching her temples.

Guinevere's wings dimmed, her flames straining against Kael's storm. Ethan cursed under his breath, his daggers feeling like toys before the two monstrosities now before them.

Even Kelvin, heir of chaos, clenched his jaw as Kael's dragon heads turned to him, their roars laced with recognition.

"So… this is the true scale of their power," Morris muttered, his knuckles white on his scepter.

The ruined throne room was now a nightmare made flesh. A five-fingered chaos dragon that blotted out the sky, and a dark magi who had devoured an army to become a living abyss.

The warriors had come together. They had stood as one. They had found hope.

But Kael Dragonyx and Alen the Dark Magi had just shattered it.

And the true battle was only beginning.