"Third Form – Fist of the Vermilion Bird!"
William spun, his body igniting with blazing war intent. His fist launched upward, cloaked in fire that birthed a vermilion bird of imnse wingspan. The bird scread as it soared through the sky, wings ablaze, slicing through the abyss above.
The Vermilion Bird slamd into the Abyssal Eclipse itself, burning away a chunk of the swirling black sun. The flas illuminated the ruined city for the first ti since Ballion had darkened it.
But Ballion roared in defiance, his claws condensing into a spear of pure abyssal energy. He hurled it through the bird’s chest, scattering its flas. Though diminished, the Abyssal Eclipse endured.
"Fourth Form – Fist of the Black Tortoise!"
William’s stance shifted lower, his aura thickening like iron. When he punched forward this ti, a massive black tortoise manifested, its shell shimring with unbreakable light. Water surged around it like tidal waves, reinforcing the shell as it charged through Ballion’s abyssal tide.
Ballion’s eyes narrowed. "You think your turtle will save you?!" He condensed his darkness into a colossal hamr and swung it down with earth-shattering force.
BOOOOM!
The tortoise’s shell cracked but did not shatter. The hamr dissolved into fragnts of shadow. William’s punch carried through, slamming into Ballion’s chest directly, sending the demon skidding backward, his armor of darkness fracturing.
Ballion coughed blood, rage boiling in his crimson eyes. For the first ti, his stance faltered.
"Fifth Form – Fist of the War God!"
The golden war aura around William condensed into pure brilliance, so bright it forced even demons and Direkins to shield their eyes. His fist rose slowly, gathering every ounce of intent, every battlefield, every scar of conflict he had ever endured.
Behind him, for a heartbeat, all four divine beasts shimred together, coiling into his arm—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—all rging into a single colossal figure.
And then that figure transford, becoming sothing greater.
A colossal War God silhouette rose behind William, towering into the sky, its fists clenched like the heavens themselves were bracing for impact.
"War God’s Judgnt!" William roared as he brought his fist down.
The punch split the air, reality itself distorting under its weight. The shadow tide was torn apart instantly. The Abyssal Eclipse cracked like fragile glass. Ballion’s darkness scread, writhing as the fist bore down on him.
Ballion’s eyes widened in true fear. He tried to muster every last ounce of his abyssal power, his body swelling, his claws lashing desperately. Darkness surged in torrents, forming layers upon layers of barriers.
But they broke.
One.
Two.
Three.
Every defense shattered beneath the unstoppable advance of the War God’s Fist. Ballion was forced to his knees, blood streaming from his mouth, his body cracking under the pressure.
"No... impossible!" he roared, his voice breaking.
The War God’s fist descended further, its golden brilliance drowning the entire city in light.
And then—
Fwoooooooom!
A blinding beam of golden light pierced the heavens, descending faster than thought. It enveloped Ballion’s body just as the War God’s Fist was about to strike him directly.
In an instant, Ballion’s figure was consud, pulled upward into the sky, vanishing within the divine radiance.
The War God’s Fist struck the ground instead, shaking the entire city into ruin, leveling what remained of the hidden structures.
When the dust settled, Ballion was gone. Only silence, rubble, and the echo of William’s strike remained.
"What was that golden light?" Max asked aloud, his eyes narrowing as his Three Dinsional Body swept through every corner of the city. He turned toward Thunder Lord Xander and Tower Lord Mathew, intent on questioning them—only to freeze.
They were gone too.
Not a trace remained. His Three Dinsional Body scoured deeper, searching for footprints, aura remnants, even the faintest distortion in space—but there was nothing. Their existences had been erased from the battlefield as though they had never been there.
Max’s jaw tightened. "They vanished... completely."
President William’s aura slowly receded, the overwhelming weight of his War Concept dimming until only a faint golden glow remained. His chest rose and fell heavily, but his eyes remained calm and calculating. He looked at Max with deep solemnity.
"If I am not wrong," William said, his tone heavy, "a teleportation has been used from a place very far from here. The golden light was no re rescue. It was a spatial transfer, one powerful enough to locate them, lock onto their positions, and whisk them away instantly."
Max’s eyes widened slightly. "That level of teleportation...?"
William’s expression darkened further as he shook his head. "I did not know such a level of teleportation rune still existed in our world. To pinpoint exact locations across vast distances without any prior coordinates... that technology was lost in the great war ten thousand years ago."
His voice dropped lower, grave. "And yet... soone just used it."
A silence fell over the ruined city, the weight of his words pressing heavier than the rubble around them.
Max’s fists clenched at his sides. "President William," he said firmly, his tone almost urgent. "I have information about the demons."
His mind raced with what he had pulled from Moro’s mories with the Ashes of Insight. If what he saw was true, then the demons’ plans were far worse than anyone imagined. He couldn’t hold it in. He had to let William know.
But William raised a hand. His voice was steady, absolute. "That can wait."
His gaze shifted to Elder Liam, who stood not far away. "Liam, see if you can gather their mories using the mory Crystals. Every Direkin, every fallen one—no matter how broken. I want their last thoughts, their last visions extracted. Also, assemble a team imdiately to map the entire layout of this city. Every rune, every hidden path, every underground chamber. Leave nothing unchecked. I want everything on my desk within two days."
"Yes, President." Elder Liam bowed his head and imdiately began issuing orders to the Hunters who had arrived at the edge of the battlefield. Teams spread quickly through the ruined streets, collecting corpses, shattered runes, and mory fragnts.
William then turned his attention to Elder Owen and the elders of the Black Lotus Guild, his gaze sharp but respectful. "Elder Owen, I believe you and your companions understand how urgent this situation has beco. The appearance of Direkins alone was troubling, but now... demons have shown themselves. The Middle Domain stands on the brink of sothing far darker."
He paused, then continued with deliberate weight in his voice. "I know your Black Lotus Guild’s history stretches further back than even my Hunter Association. Your records hold truths long forgotten by others. That is why I request your presence at the eting I am convening a week from now in my headquarters. All Seven Overlord Forces will be present."
The words struck like a declaration of war. A eting of all seven overlords was not sothing called lightly—it was the signal of an era-shaking event.
Elder Owen, his black robe still smoldering faintly with remnants of battle, nodded gravely. "I understand. This is no longer a matter of guilds or alliances. It concerns the survival of the entire Middle Domain." He bowed his head slightly. "I will convey this ssage to Lord Elijah."
William’s expression didn’t shift, but his eyes hardened further. "Good. Then we prepare for what cos next."
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