The skies burned as Kaelen—Eternity's Avatar—pressed his overwhelming advantage against Endless. Each strike of his Divine royal blue blade shattered the horizon, and the heavens trembled with every clash. Endless, though a being born of Chaos, was staggered, his form cracking under the weight of Kaelen's newfound mastery of Eternity's essence.

Kaelen's blade tore through a veil of corrupted reality, and for the first time since the battle began, Endless staggered back, his obsidian eyes widening with something foreign—hesitation.

"You falter," Kaelen growled, lightning and cosmic fire sparking off his armor. "Even you can't stand against Eternity itself!"

But before he could advance further, Kaelen froze. His god-forged perception caught something below. A shift—small at first—then monumental.

Far beneath, in what had once been the throne room of Endless, the battlefield roared with chaos. Lila stood at its center, her eyes blazing with seer's light, weaving her bloodline into a spell so magnificent that even the stone walls of the ruined buildings far in the distance hummed with its resonance. Around her, Guinevere, Morris, Kelvin, Ethan, Drake, Maeralyn, Christopher, Neana, Rodriguez, and the others pressed together as one front, driving Kael's draconic form and Alen's twisted husk back step by step.

Drake's broadsword slashed into Kael's corrupted scales, forcing the Chaos Dragon to howl. Eirana's voidcloak wrapped around Ethan's strikes, multiplying their sharpness. Guinevere's flames roared high, licking at Alen's towering mass of fused flesh and shadow. For the first time since the nightmare began, hope burned.

Kaelen's grip tightened around his sword as he whispered, "They're winning…"

And then Endless snapped.

"IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!"

A scream tore from his throat—not just sound, but raw reality-breaking fury. His body split with rivers of Chaos, and his aura expanded into a tide so black it drowned the stars themselves. His bellow carried beyond sound, echoing across the entire domain:

"NO!"

Power surged outward in a cataclysmic pulse. Even Kaelen was thrown back, tumbling through collapsing fragments of the sky. He caught himself midair, but his eyes widened in alarm.

Down below, Alen and Kael froze mid-struggle, their bodies convulsing as if struck by lightning. Their forms pulsed, swelled—then roared as Endless' Chaos flowed into them like a tidal wave.

Kael's five-fingered Chaos Dragon body erupted further, scales splitting open to reveal molten rivers of voidfire within. Each of his claws grew massive enough to rip open mountain ranges, his wings blotting out what little light remained.

Alen, already a monstrosity, now absorbed the surge of Endless' wrath with savage glee. The labyrinth's creatures he had consumed twisted further inside him, sprouting new eyes, new limbs, new mouths—all shrieking as one. He grew titanic, his body resembling doom incarnate, and the very ground beneath him melted into black ichor.

The tide of the battle shifted instantly.

Drake's broadsword unbelievably shattered against Kael's reinforced scales. Guinevere's flames were smothered by an oppressive wall of Chaos. Morris' elemental storm was ripped apart in an instant. Even Lila, glowing like a beacon of prophecy, staggered as her ultimate spell bent beneath the sudden pressure.

Kael's roar split the battlefield as his colossal claws swept across, hurling Christopher and Rodriguez like rag dolls. Alen's countless hands reached out, smothering Kelvin and Ethan, forcing them to their knees under the sheer crushing weight.

"Not again…" Lila whispered, blood dripping from her lips as she fought to hold the strands of her magic together. Her body trembled, but her defiance burned stronger than ever. "We cannot… yield!"

Up in the skies, Kaelen steadied himself, his expression hardening as he realized what Endless had done. The demigod had sacrificed reason itself, flooding his vessels with pure unrestrained Chaos to turn the battle below into a slaughter.

Kaelen raised his lightning blade, his voice low but resolute.

"So you'd destroy everything… just to keep your pawns alive."

Endless' burning form leaned forward, his aura howling with infinite hatred.

"You think you've glimpsed victory, Avatar? Watch… as your friends are devoured."

And as the skies cracked apart from their resumed clash, below, Kael and Alen surged forward like apocalyptic juggernauts, their newfound strength plunging the battlefield of Eldoria's champions into despair.

The war had escalated into madness—and no one could tell who would still be standing when the storm was done.

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Just as the battlefield trembled as Kael Dragonyx's colossal claws retracted, leaving a jagged scar across the broken ground. Christopher's body crashed violently into the shattered stone, blood spraying from his mouth as he skidded back. His crimson blade—the relic that had never once left his side—slammed point-first into the ground, humming with a strange resonance.

Christopher groaned, struggling to push himself up on his elbows. His vision blurred, ears ringing from the impact. Then—

THRUM.

The crimson blade trembled violently where it stood, its metal glowing as if aflame, vibrating with such intensity that the sound cut through the chaos of battle. Christopher blinked at it, confusion flooding his battered mind.

"What… the hell…?"

The sword pulsed once. Then again. Each pulse sent a wave of invisible energy rippling outward, enough to make even Alen falter mid-stride and cock his twisted head in curiosity.

'What was that devastating aura?'

Christopher reached out, fingers brushing the hilt.

The moment he touched it—agony.

A scream ripped out of his throat, one unlike any the others had ever heard. His body convulsed as if molten fire and ice were both flooding through his veins at once. His hands clamped onto the blade instinctively, unable to let go as crimson light erupted around him.

"Christopher!" Guinevere cried out, rushing toward him. But just as she was about to reach him—

BOOM!

A force field detonated outward from the blade, throwing her and everyone nearby back violently. Lila slammed into a wall of debris, coughing blood. Kelvin dug his scythe into the ground to stop himself from being hurled further. Ethan and Eirana skidded across the broken stone, dazed.

"What is this…?" Morris muttered, his storm-wreathed hands shaking as he stared.

The force field expanded, a sphere of raw, oppressive energy wrapping around Christopher like a cocoon. Inside, his scream twisted into something deeper—something primal.

Then, the air changed.

A pressure unlike anything before descended upon the battlefield. It wasn't Chaos. It wasn't magic. It was something older, sharper, and more absolute.

Even Endless—up in the skies—suddenly stiffened mid-clash, his burning eyes snapping downward. Kaelen, holding Eternity's power, froze as well, his godly instincts screaming at him in alarm.

A shiver ran through both combatants.

"No…" Endless whispered, for the first time in ages, his voice trembling.

Kaelen's own pulse quickened as he muttered, "What… is that?"

"It's Christopher, the crimson dragon essence in that sword has finally began to react" Eternity suddenly said with a more serious tone in Kaelen. Hearing him, Kaelen quickly became shocked as he exclaimed.

"Wait, that's Christopher!?"

Back on the ground, Christopher's aura exploded.

The force field shattered in an instant, replaced by a storm of crimson and black energy that tore across the ruins like a hurricane. Rocks floated upward, gravity shattering, reality bending around him. His body lifted from the ground, his eyes no longer human—burning with the same scarlet radiance as his blade. His scream deepened into a roar—majestic yet dreadful, filled with power that both inspired awe and struck terror into every soul present.

The roar silenced the battlefield. Even Kael's monstrous dragon form stopped mid-motion, his colossal head turning toward Christopher with a guttural growl. Alen, with all his grotesque might, stumbled back a step, multiple mouths opening in alarm.

The champions of Eldoria shielded their faces against the gale of crimson energy, staring in disbelief.

"That… aura…" Drake muttered, eyes wide as his knuckles whitened around his shattered spear shaft. "It's—impossible."

Guinevere's flames flickered in fear, her jaw slack. "He… he's changing…"

Then, in a voice layered with something beyond Christopher himself, he spoke—his words a resonance of the blade's essence merging with his soul:

"You dare to disturb me from my slumber? I see that you do not wish to exist anymore?"

And as the final echo of his words faded, his aura burst outward again, shaking even the heavens above—forcing both Endless and Kaelen, gods in their own right, to brace themselves as the tide of battle shifted once more.

But before the two pinnacle beings high up in the sky could react, Alen and Kael suddenly appeared right in front of Christopher with a menacing aura around them while Alen spoke.

"It's seems like it is you who has a death wish to be so arrogant in our presence"

"Who exactly are you?" Kael quickly asked with a solemn look on his face while he thought.

'Why am I getting an instinctive fear from him?'

"Me?" Christopher asked back as he chuckled mockingly. But right after, he quickly used his aura alone to bring Kael and Alen to their knees as he spoke with a voice that is several degrees thicker than his normal voice.

"My name is Aegon, I am the supreme being of all creations, also the destroyer of all beings"