"Today I will be testing your limits," Dax announced, voice carrying across the artificial battlefield without effort. "Both physical power and magical power will be tested—and this will be done in battle."
He pointed upward toward the violet-streaked sky.
"Firstly, command your wyverns to the skies."
The beasts didn't wait for verbal orders. With powerful wingbeats that sent gusts ripping across the crimson rock spires, the squad's wyverns launched skyward in perfect unison—scales glinting under the alien lightning, tails whipping like banners.
The squad held their reactions, but tension rippled through them like a current.
"Cain. Purple. Follow them."
Dax's command was calm. The two wyverns obeyed instantly, surging upward to join the formation at the center of the flock.
Dax turned his gaze to the squad.
"Zain and Nadia—you shall face 01."
He smiled at Zain.
The man's aura leaked freely now—thick, murderous intent rolling off him in waves. His eyes never left the towering dark-green figure and the jagged cutlass slung across its back.
"The remaining squad mbers will face the group behind 01."
Anastas's jovial aura grew cold in an instant. The easy grin vanished; his eyes narrowed, shoulders squaring.
Mimi glanced sideways at him.
"He's ready?" she murmured.
Hanna equipped her magical staff with a slow, seductive smile—glowing crystal at its heart flaring to life.
"Welco, Ariel," she purred to Anastas, voice low and intimate.
"Ho!" Dax placed a hand on his chin, floating upward into the sky. "Your lives from today onward will not be easy. As you've seen in your short ti with —if you do not wish to die on this path, show your resolve."
He paused, letting the words settle.
"The best perforr will be granted sixty favor points. This is the only currency I accept."
He swept his gaze across the squad, then deliberately included the goblins standing in formation behind 01.
"With these points you can obtain genetic upgrades and gear."
He pointed at the twenty dark-green figures—taller, stronger, venom already beading on their skin.
"Captain," Hanna asked, staring up at him, "what exactly is this 'genetic upgrade' you speak of?"
Dax hovered higher, wind tugging at his hair.
"Those," he said, gesturing to the goblins, "are genetic upgrades of ordinary goblins."
The squad froze.
"It can't be…" Anastas breathed.
They were all stunned—except Nadia, who watched with quiet, steady eyes.
Hanna's mind raced. Is this genetic thing so type of alchemy? The thought looped in her head, deep and unvoiced.
Dax's smile turned sharp.
"Note: killing is not allowed. But I can't say the sa for dismbernt."
He floated toward the wyverns, leaving the words hanging like a blade.
—
As Dax ascended, hands clasped behind his back, the wyverns approached in tight formation.
They ca to a halt mid-air. Cain and Little Purple took position at the center of the flock—red and violet scales gleaming against the purple storm clouds.
Dax stretched his hand forward.
The gates to his lab tore open—black oval spilling sterile white light into the alien sky.
"02," he called.
A bizarre beast floated out.
Nine serpentine heads sprouted from a single, powerful neck—each maw lined with dripping fangs. The body was that of a manticore—muscular, lion-like, covered in thick green scales that shimred with venomous iridescence. Massive wings spread wide—leathery, veined, radiating pressure that pressed down on the wyverns like an invisible hand.
Shreek!
The sound was a multi-layered screech—nine throats screaming in unison. The pressure slamd outward, terrifying enough to freeze the heart of any mortal.
Dax's smile was bright, almost delighted.
Cain's red pupils dilated to pinpricks, bloodshot and feral. An intense aura burst from him—raw, defiant, asuring the newcor.
Little Purple didn't hold back either. He surged forward with insane velocity, violet lightning crackling along his wings—but there was no anger, only pure instinct.
"Cain," Dax said softly.
The word was enough.
Cain moved like a machine.
Parasitic suit erupted across his fra—liquid tal flowing over scales, hardening into segnted armor that glead silver. His majestic purple lightning shifted hue—turning bright, tallic silver.
He vanished.
In his hand materialized a trident spear—long, wicked, tines crackling with contained power.
01's ears twitched.
Clang.
The cutlass t the spear in a perfect block—impossible speed, impossible strength.
"Tul geru," 01 rumbled in deep goblin tongue. Powerful human.
With a flick of its massive palm, the blade turned.
Each motion shook its enormous ears like war banners. Yet speed never faltered.
In a blink the cutlass clamped onto Zain's spear—locking it in place.
01 spun mid-air.
A brutal kick slamd into Zain's chest.
The impact echoed like thunder.
Zain flew backward—then 01 was blasted away in turn. The dark-green giant hit the ground like pebbles skipping across a lake—skidding, tumbling, carving a long furrow through crimson rock before coming to a stop.
"Interesting opening," Dax murmured, smile widening.
Below, Mimi moved.
A sharp whistling sound trailed her form—she appeared before two goblins in an exaggerated rush, flinging them aside with wind-enhanced strength.
Dax took ntal notes. Good wind manipulation.
Mimi leaped after one of the downed goblins—appearing directly above it. Her adamantite gauntlet glowed as she punched downward.
The goblin kicked upward at the last instant.
The force blasted Mimi skyward.
She coughed once, stunned.
Such inhumane strength… she thought. It's an insult to call this a goblin.
The goblin landed hard—sending rubble and dust exploding outward in a shockwave.
The battlefield had ignited.
Dax floated higher, eyes sweeping the chaos below.
Resolve. Power. Adaptation.
He would see it all.
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Let know if you'd like to expand the fight choreography (more exchanges between Zain/01, squad vs. goblins, or Cain vs. 02), deepen character reactions (especially Anastas's terror or Zain's determination), add Nadia's quiet performance, or tease the favor-point rewards in the next chapter. Plot remains exactly as you laid it out—ready for Chapter 49 when you're set!
"Today I will be testing your limits," Dax announced, voice carrying across the artificial battlefield without effort. "Both physical power and magical power will be tested—and this will be done in battle."
He pointed upward toward the violet-streaked sky.
"Firstly, command your wyverns to the skies."
The beasts didn't wait for verbal orders. With powerful wingbeats that sent gusts ripping across the crimson rock spires, the squad's wyverns launched skyward in perfect unison—scales glinting under the alien lightning, tails whipping like banners.
The squad held their reactions, but tension rippled through them like a current.
"Cain. Purple. Follow them."
Dax's command was calm. The two wyverns obeyed instantly, surging upward to join the formation at the center of the flock.
Dax turned his gaze to the squad.
"Zain and Nadia—you shall face 01."
He smiled at Zain.
The man's aura leaked freely now—thick, murderous intent rolling off him in waves. His eyes never left the towering dark-green figure and the jagged cutlass slung across its back.
"The remaining squad mbers will face the group behind 01."
Anastas's jovial aura grew cold in an instant. The easy grin vanished; his eyes narrowed, shoulders squaring.
Mimi glanced sideways at him.
"He's ready?" she murmured.
Hanna equipped her magical staff with a slow, seductive smile—glowing crystal at its heart flaring to life.
"Welco, Ariel," she purred to Anastas, voice low and intimate.
"Ho!" Dax placed a hand on his chin, floating upward into the sky. "Your lives from today onward will not be easy. As you've seen in your short ti with —if you do not wish to die on this path, show your resolve."
He paused, letting the words settle.
"The best perforr will be granted sixty favor points. This is the only currency I accept."
He swept his gaze across the squad, then deliberately included the goblins standing in formation behind 01.
"With these points you can obtain genetic upgrades and gear."
He pointed at the twenty dark-green figures—taller, stronger, venom already beading on their skin.
"Captain," Hanna asked, staring up at him, "what exactly is this 'genetic upgrade' you speak of?"
Dax hovered higher, wind tugging at his hair.
"Those," he said, gesturing to the goblins, "are genetic upgrades of ordinary goblins."
The squad froze.
"It can't be…" Anastas breathed.
They were all stunned—except Nadia, who watched with quiet, steady eyes.
Hanna's mind raced. Is this genetic thing so type of alchemy? The thought looped in her head, deep and unvoiced.
Dax's smile turned sharp.
"Note: killing is not allowed. But I can't say the sa for dismbernt."
He floated toward the wyverns, leaving the words hanging like a blade.
—
As Dax ascended, hands clasped behind his back, the wyverns approached in tight formation.
They ca to a halt mid-air. Cain and Little Purple took position at the center of the flock—black and violet scales gleaming against the purple storm clouds.
Dax stretched his hand forward.
The gates to his lab tore open—black oval spilling sterile white light into the alien sky.
"02," he called.
A bizarre beast floated out.
Nine serpentine heads sprouted from a single, powerful neck—each maw lined with dripping fangs. The body was that of a manticore—muscular, lion-like, covered in thick green scales that shimred with venomous iridescence. Massive wings spread wide—leathery, veined, radiating pressure that pressed down on the wyverns like an invisible hand.
Shreek!
The sound was a multi-layered screech—nine throats screaming in unison. The pressure slamd outward, terrifying enough to freeze the heart of any mortal.
Dax's smile was bright, almost delighted.
Cain's red pupils dilated to pinpricks, bloodshot and feral. An intense aura burst from him—raw, defiant, asuring the newcor.
Little Purple didn't hold back either. He surged forward with insane velocity, violet lightning crackling along his wings—but there was no anger, only pure instinct.
"Cain," Dax said softly.
The word was enough.
—-
Below, Zain moved like a machine.
Parasitic suit erupted across his fra—liquid tal flowing over his body, hardening into segnted armor that glead silver. His majestic purple lightning shifted hue—turning bright, tallic silver.
He vanished.
In his hand materialized a trident spear—long, wicked, tines crackling with contained power.
01's ears twitched.
Clang.
The cutlass t the spear in a perfect block—impossible speed, impossible strength.
"Tul geru," 01 rumbled in deep goblin tongue. Powerful human.
With a flick of its massive palm, the blade turned.
Each motion shook its enormous ears like war banners. Yet speed never faltered.
In a blink the cutlass clamped onto Zain's spear—locking it in place.
01 spun mid-air.
A brutal kick slamd into Zain's chest.
The impact echoed like thunder.
Zain flew backward—then 01 was blasted away in turn. The dark-green giant hit the ground like pebbles skipping across a lake—skidding, tumbling, carving a long furrow through crimson rock before coming to a stop.
"Interesting opening," Dax murmured, smile widening.
Below, Mimi moved.
A sharp whistling sound trailed her form—she appeared before two goblins in an exaggerated rush, flinging them aside with wind-enhanced strength.
Dax took ntal notes. Good wind manipulation.
Mimi leaped after one of the downed goblins—appearing directly above it. Her adamantite gauntlet glowed as she punched downward.
The goblin kicked upward at the last instant.
The force blasted Mimi skyward.
She coughed once, stunned.
Such inhumane strength… she thought. It's an insult to call this a goblin.
The goblin landed hard—sending rubble and dust exploding outward in a shockwave.
The battlefield had ignited.
Dax floated higher, eyes sweeping the chaos below.
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