Although Atticus had crushed Eletantron's head and Ozeroth ripped out Jezenet's, paragons weren't so easy to kill.
They were cockroaches in human skin. The both of them had tricks up their sleeves, more so the Vampyros queen, Jezenet.
If Yorowin, the Vampyros grand elder whom Atticus had fought in the past, had been able to regenerate his entire body from a single drop of blood, their blood queen could easily do the sa.
Her blood was all over the battlefield, and rely ripping off her head wasn't enough to kill her.
For Eletantron, while he couldn't use his space control to teleport away from Atticus, he could still use his powers internally.
However, trying to teleport his brain away from his head was nothing short of stupid, it would simply kill him.
Instead, he chose sothing else. Sothing smarter. He decided to replace his real body with his alternate self, thereby sending himself into the alternate dinsion instead.
Both tricks were smart. Brilliant, in fact.
And they would've worked.
But only if they had been facing soone else.
Unfortunately, they had chosen to fight two insane beings.
They had chosen to fight Atticus and Ozeroth.
Atticus's lips parted as he spoke once more: "Void Rend."
A pulse exploded from him, slamming into Eletantron again.
It ravaged his body, ripping apart every attempt at using his space powers.
Ozeroth, on the other hand, had chosen the hard route.
Not because he had no other option, no.
But because he loved the thrill.
A wave erupted from him, swallowing Jezenet's ripped body in front of him.
He moved. Instantly. Appearing right in front of a single drop of blood that had begun to contort.
Ozeroth's grin widened as the blood burst outward, forming into the figure of Jezenet gasping for breath, clutching her neck.
She wasn't given even a second of respite.
Ozeroth's hand shot forward, gripping her neck in another vice-like grip.
"Y-you v-veil b-bastard," Jezenet spat.
But Ozeroth didn't even blink. His grin stayed unchanged as he tore her head off once more, spine ripping out with it, blood and gore splattering through the air.
Another wave followed, erupting from him and incinerating everything, flesh, blood, even the very air.
Without wasting a second, he disappeared again, reappearing in front of the next forming version of Jezenet.
Her eyes widened.
Too late.
His hand moved. Her head ca off. The wave followed.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Each ti more brutal than the last.
Every ti Jezenet ford, Ozeroth was already there, ripping her head off before she could even breathe.
She had endured unimaginable pain in her life.
She had survived countless life-and-death situations.
But this... this was beyond insane.
Getting her head torn off, again and again, was sohow more painful each ti.
But if she didn't reform, if she didn't use her blood to build herself back, she would die.
Permanently.
There were only a finite number of blood drops left in the vicinity.
Ozeroth made sure to erase the extras ford each ti he tore her apart.
She was running out.
She tried to speak, to stall, to scatter more blood, anything to buy ti.
But Ozeroth wasn't having it.
That grin remained, unmoving, as did his grip.
He kept tearing, Kept erasing.
Until... she reached her last drop.
Her body reford. Barely.
"W-wait! I can tell you about the Gardener!" Jezenet's eyes trembled as the words escaped her mouth.
She needed ti, so she decided to gamble with information.
But there wasn't even a flicker of hesitation.
At this point, Ozeroth moved robotically, his hand grabbed, pulled, and a wave swept
over her once more, devouring every last trace.
Then, silence.
Every single human had watched everything in utter stillness.
The tired families.
The students at the academy.
Every single citizen of the human domain.
And the paragons of humanity.
Before the battle began, many had clutched the hands of their loved ones, feeling tense and afraid.
But as they watched the battle unfold, their grips had slowly loosened, until everyone simply stood alone, gazes fixed upward at the sky, trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
On the screens, there were only two figures. Atticus and Ozeroth.
No warships.
No Eletantron.
No Jezenet.
Humanity had won.
The silence lasted only a second.
"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The world roared.
A sound so loud, so primal, it dwarfed even the wildest screams from the Apex competition.
It was sothing deeper. A raw, overwhelming emotion erupting all at once.
Tears stread down the faces of many. People hugged one another. So kissed strangers.
In their entire lives, they had never felt love for anyone the way they loved Atticus right now.
They had survived.
He had fucking survived!
And then, the chant began, loud, booming, thunderous.
"ATTICUS! ATTICUS! ATTICUS!"
But before even a second passed, another booming voice echoed through the sky.
"I am Ozeroth!" Humanity paused, stunned. Many blinked, turning to look at Ozeroth in the sky.
And then, as if so switch flipped, they roared again, louder than before.
"OZEROTH! OZEROTH! OZEROTH!"
The paragons of humanity clenched their fists, their eyes blazing with intensity.
He had done it.
Atticus had actually done it.
He defeated two of the strongest beings on the planet... alone. It had been so fast. So decisive.
It was insane!
Magnus and Avalon hovered side by side, with wide grins fixed across their faces.
Avalon grinning wasn't a surprise. But Magnus was beyond shocking.
When did the stoic man ever grin? And yet, there it was. A genuine, wide, unrestrained smile.
But Magnus didn't care.
The excitent running through his veins was far too intense to be contained.
Back in the Ravenstein control room, the tense mont had turned into euphoria.
The operators in front of the screens were shouting, cheering, tears streaking down their faces.
Anastasia sobbed quietly, overwheld with relief, her heartbeat finally slowing as she saw that Atticus was unhard.
Even Zoey, Aurora, Ember, Caldor, and Kael trembled, fists clenched tight, hearts pounding with excitent.
Humanity had won.
But as the celebration continued, Lyanna's hesitant voice suddenly sounded through the cheers.
"Why... why are they frowning?"
The control room fell silent once more.
Heads turned toward the screens. And as they saw the frowns on their faces, the smiles faded.
They had just done the impossible. A frown was the last thing that should be on their faces right now.
But they weren't the only ones who noticed it.
High in the sky, the paragons had gone still, their smiles gone, and eyes locked on the two figures above.
If Atticus was frowning... then sothing was terribly wrong.
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