Pelion looked at Garion for a mont, then spoke. "...By the way."
He studied him briefly. "From what I can see, your body has already reached the bare minimum required for the fourth realm."
He paused, then added, "So... congratulations. It won’t be long before you reach it."
Garion stared at him for a second. "...You’re joking, right?"
Pelion shook his head. "Of course not."
Garion let out a short laugh. "...I see."
He looked away slightly, thinking for a mont. "Still... I’ll pass for now."
Pelion raised an eyebrow. "...Pass? What do you an?"
Garion answered calmly. "If I break through right now... I’ll just beco an ordinary fourth realm cultivator."
He paused briefly.
Garion continued, his tone steady. "But who am I?"
He smirked slightly. "I’m the leader of God Gym."
He crossed his arms. "So of course... I’m not going to settle for sothing ordinary."
Pelion laughed. "...I figured you’d say that."
He shook his head slightly. "Still, I’ll congratulate you now."
His tone remained calm. "You’re going to reach it soon anyway."
Garion laughed. "Yeah... thanks."
He rolled his shoulder once, loosening up, then turned his head slightly as if thinking of sothing. "...Since you said that..."
He paused briefly. "...let show you sothing."
Pelion frowned, confused. "...Show what?"
Garion didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he turned his head and looked behind him. "Rachel."
Rachel stepped forward, already carrying an unconscious Dahlia over her shoulder.
"I’ve got her," she said calmly. "And the others already moved outside."
Garion nodded, a faint smirk forming. "Good."
He didn’t hesitate. "Then go."
Rachel moved imdiately, leaving the area without looking back.
Pelion’s eyes followed her for a second, clearly surprised. "...When did she even..."
He stopped mid-sentence, then looked back at Garion. "...What are you planning?"
Garion smirked. "Just a demonstration."
He paused briefly. "A gift."
Then his tone lowered slightly. "...And a warning."
Pelion’s expression tightened.
Before he could respond, Garion cut in again. "If I were you..."
He pointed to the side. "...I’d start running."
Pelion’s brows pulled together. "...What?"
But Garion didn’t wait. He raised his hand.
A black sphere ford instantly in his palm.
It was small at first, but the space around it began to distort slightly.
Garion looked at Pelion. "...Now decide for yourself."
His voice stayed calm. "Is this worthy of the fourth realm... or not?"
[Gravity Hole]
He threw it toward the battlefield. The mont it landed, it exploded.
Garion turned imdiately. "Run!"
He ran without hesitation.
Pelion stayed for a brief mont, still watching. "...That’s it?"
But in the next instant, everything changed.
The air warped.
A pulling force appeared from the center of the explosion.
It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t sothing that could be ignored.
Pelion’s body tensed. "...What the hell...?"
He tried to move. But the force pulled him hard. Everything nearby was also being pulled toward it.
Even the remaining energy in the air twisted toward the center. "...This isn’t normal..."
Pelion frowned and pushed himself to move, using all his strength to resist.
Then his expression changed suddenly. "...Wait."
He turned sharply. "Darius!"
Without hesitation, he ordered his black fla bird.
A fireball shot toward Darius. It struck him.
Darius groaned, waking up with a burst of anger. "...What the hell!"
Pelion didn’t wait. "Stop talking!"
His voice sharpened. "Run!"
Darius pushed himself up, clearly irritated. "How dare you order around? I’m a perfect chira..."
Before he could finish... His body was pulled. "...What?"
He dug his claws into the ground, trying to stop himself.
But it didn’t work. The force was too strong.
No matter how much he resisted, he was still being dragged forward. "...No..."
His voice turned strained. "How is this possible...? I’m a perfect chira. How can I die here?"
The pull intensified. The closer he got, the stronger it beca.
He could feel the pressure building around his body. "...No!"
In the next mont, he was pulled inside. His voice disappeared instantly.
And it didn’t stop there. Everything around the area was dragged in.
The ground broke apart. Walls collapsed. Structures were torn apart and pulled into the center.
All of it was crushed without any bits left.
---
Pelion finally reached a safe distance.
His breathing was slightly heavier than before, but it steadied quickly.
He turned back and looked at what remained. "...What the hell is that...?"
The battlefield was gone.
In its place, there was only a massive crater, clean, empty, and completely cleared of everything that had been there before.
Pelion let out a slow breath. "...Garion..."
He shook his head slightly, still staring at the destruction. "You’re not a simple person at all."
A faint smirk appeared on his face. "...So this is your gift and your warning."
He paused for a mont, then let out a quiet breath. "...This just got more interesting."
He turned away. "Let’s go."
His black fla bird descended, and he stepped onto it without hesitation.
A mont later, it took off, carrying him back toward the Black Chira base.
---
Outside the palace, the battlefield slowly went quiet.
The Chira forces were retreating.
Clark lowered his hand slightly, his expression unchanged, but his eyes sharpened. "...They’re withdrawing."
Floren stopped mid-step, his fan pausing in his hand. "...That’s sudden."
Around them, the allied forces began to notice it too. The constant pressure that had persisted until now had vanished.
The remaining enemies pulled back without hesitation, breaking formation as they turned away.
So didn’t even bother regrouping. They simply abandoned their positions and retreated imdiately.
Allied forces slowly lowered their weapons, exchanging uncertain looks.
No one moved forward right away, unsure if it was truly over or just a pause before sothing worse.
Sianor stood still at the front. His brows pulled together slightly. "...What’s going on?"
He looked toward the direction of the palace. "...Did it end already?"
Floren tilted his head, a faint smile forming. "...Don’t tell ."
Clark spoke calmly. "...It’s likely he did it."
Sianor’s eyes narrowed. "...Garion."
There was a short pause. Then he exhaled lightly. "...Did he really beat Darius?"
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