Garion looked at the incoming attacks calmly.
Then, in an instant, everything fell apart.
Silvar’s claws never reached him.
They froze midair, then dropped uselessly to the ground.
Eldrin’s vines lost their strength and collapsed like dead plants.
Cindor’s flas bent away, scattered, and vanished before they could even touch his clothes.
The earth Bastor controlled sank back down, and the water Varyn gathered spread out and beca still.
None of it touched Garion.
Not even for a second.
Garion did not move from his spot.
He looked at the beasts and smirked. "Is that all you can do?"
Silence hit the clearing like a wall.
Silvar’s eyes widened.
Cindor took a step back without realizing it.
Eldrin stared, truly stunned for the first ti.
Bastor rumbled low, confused, while Varyn hissed sharply.
"...Impossible," Cindor said.
"Even if you are at the Domain Realm, dissolving all of our attacks at once is not sothing that should happen."
Eldrin nodded slowly. "Yes. A mana domain still needs activation."
Garion scratched his neck casually. "That’s because I’m not using a normal domain."
He tapped his chest once. "I’m at the [Living Domain Realm]."
The beasts froze.
Garion continued, voice relaxed, almost instructional. "My domain isn’t ford by mana."
He took one step forward.
The air pressed down again.
"It’s ford by my body."
"The space around ," Garion said, "is always my domain."
He spread his hands a little. "I don’t need to activate it."
Eldrin whispered, "...It’s passive."
"Exactly," Garion replied. "It’s always on."
Bastor tried to shift, but the earth resisted him.
Varyn attempted to gather water again, but the flow broke apart imdiately.
Garion looked at them calmly. "Your attacks entered my space."
He shrugged. "So they lost."
Cindor clenched her fists. "That’s absurd."
Garion smiled wider. "Training tends to do that."
He looked around at all of them, eyes steady, no killing intent, no pressure beyond what already existed.
"So," he said, "do you have anything better?"
Silvar’s pupils shrank.
For the first ti since arriving, the white tiger’s breathing changed.
His claws dug into the ground, carving deep lines into the stone beneath his paws.
"You’re asking for it," Silvar said, his voice low and sharp.
He lifted his head and roared, the sound echoing across the area.
"All of you," Silvar barked, "focus on ."
Eldrin’s eyes widened. "Silvar. Wait."
Cindor’s wings stiffened.
Even Bastor and Varyn shifted slightly, their massive bodies tensing.
"What are you planning to use?" Eldrin asked, his tone no longer calm.
Silvar did not look at him. "He mocked all of us."
Silvar took a step forward. "A being that stands inside our combined attacks and laughs does not deserve restraint."
Eldrin moved closer. "Silvar. If you use that, he could die."
Silvar finally glanced back, eyes cold. "No. He won’t."
His gaze returned to Garion. "He endured everything we threw at him without even moving."
Cindor frowned. "Still, that technique is..."
Silvar cut her off. "Enough."
He raised one claw, pointing it directly at Garion.
"He will not die," Silvar said firmly. "But he will understand pain."
Garion raised an eyebrow. "Cripple , huh?"
He smiled slightly. "That’s interesting. Go on. Show ."
Silvar’s lips curled back, revealing sharp fangs. "You really are asking for it."
He slamd his claw into the ground.
"Prepare yourselves," Silvar commanded.
The air shifted instantly.
Bastor planted himself deeper, his shell sinking into the earth as imnse pressure spread outward.
Varyn coiled around him, water gathering and compressing, flowing faster and heavier with every breath.
Eldrin raised his head, surrounding the area with stabilized natural energy, preventing the surroundings from collapsing.
Cindor’s flas condensed, no longer wild but focused into a sharp, burning core.
Silvar stood at the center of it all.
The combined power began to draw inward, no longer spreading across the battlefield.
Everything condensed toward Silvar’s raised claw.
Garion felt it clearly.
"So this is it," Garion said calmly. "Your serious move."
Silvar’s voice rang out, cold and absolute.
[Four Legendary Beasts Convergence - White Judgnt]
The mont the na was spoken, the pressure in the air changed completely.
Garion felt it clearly.
And then he laughed.
A deep, loud laugh echoed across the clearing.
"So that’s it," Garion said, shoulders shaking slightly. "I can feel it."
Eldrin’s eyes widened. "He’s... laughing?"
Dahlia swallowed hard. "Master, that doesn’t look like sothing to joke about."
Silvar stared straight at Garion, claws trembling slightly as the power gathered around him. "You still dare to laugh?"
Garion wiped the corner of his eye and looked back up. "Of course."
He took a slow breath. "Tell sothing."
Silvar’s voice was sharp. "Speak."
"Why is it called White Judgnt?" Garion asked, genuinely curious.
For a brief mont, Silvar paused.
Then he answered, voice firm and proud. "Because it is execution."
He took a step forward. "It is judgnt delivered by . Absolute. Final. There is no rcy in it."
Cindor frowned. "Silvar..."
Eldrin clenched his fist. "He’s really going all in."
Garion nodded slowly. "Execution, huh."
He rolled his shoulders once, loosening his body, then looked straight at Silvar.
"Is that so?" Garion said calmly.
Then he spread his arms wide.
The movent made everyone freeze.
Dahlia shouted, "Master, wait!"
Arden took a step forward without thinking. "Are you serious?!"
Garion didn’t even look back. "Relax."
He smiled, arms still open, chest fully exposed.
"Then give it to ."
Silvar’s eyes widened for the first ti. "You’re not even defending?"
Garion shrugged slightly. "Why should I?"
He tapped his chest once. "My body is already inside my domain."
The power around Silvar surged violently.
Bastor and Varyn tensed, sensing the strain.
Eldrin raised his head higher, instinctively reinforcing the balance around them.
Silvar gritted his teeth. "You’re mocking us to the very end."
Garion’s smile sharpened. "No."
He looked directly into Silvar’s eyes. "I’m respecting you."
Silvar roared, veins standing out across his body. "Then don’t regret it!"
The gathered power collapsed inward.
White judgnt descended.
And Garion stood there, arms open, waiting.
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