A massive do of light appeared before Palmar.
In the next instant, the surface of that barrier shimred, and the phantom silhouette of an angel erged upon it.
The [Infinite Lightblade] released by Caelan was intercepted almost the mont it struck, blocked cleanly by the angel’s projection.
Then, as if the angel had fused into one with Palmar, he gripped the trident in both hands and raised it high above his head.
At the sa ti, the [Infinite Lightblade], radiant like a miniature sun, was actually halted in midair by that enormous trident.
A faint sneer spread across Palmar’s face. The corner of his lips lifted as he said,
"Your skill is indeed powerful, but in front of , it is utterly aningless."
"Who would have thought? The first Battle of Destiny is going to end this easily. You can die now."
As Palmar’s voice rang out, the angelic phantom in the sky erupted once more with holy radiance.
At that mont, Palmar finally revealed his true power. The tip of his trident blazed with a dazzling brilliance.
No one had expected the strength Palmar displayed to reach such a terrifying level.
Inside the Ivorykin palace, the Speaker watched the power Palmar had unleashed, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
As expected of a Chosen One from the ancient era. The strength he was displaying had already far surpassed what ordinary awakeners could even imagine.
Even the Speaker had to admit that Palmar now possessed the potential to beco one of the great powers of the age.
It could be said that Palmar was the future hope of the Ivorykin.
With that thought, the Speaker turned to look at the Grand Marshal beside him, his tone carrying a new firmness.
"You should understand what Palmar ans to the Ivorykin. So no matter what happens, I have only one demand: make sure he stays alive."
"Even if we must sacrifice every last one of our high-level combatants, it will still be worth it. Do you understand?"
The Grand Marshal froze for a mont, then imdiately nodded. Whether because of the Speaker’s order or for the sake of the Ivorykin’s future, he would protect this promising young awakener at all costs.
So the Grand Marshal gave a heavy nod, then raised a hand and signaled toward a certain direction.
In the next mont, several figures swiftly closed in on the area around Palmar and Caelan.
At the sa ti, the battle between the [Divine Mirror Dragonlords] and the Ivorykin battle legion had erupted in full.
One of the [Divine Mirror Dragonlords], having suffered injuries that were too severe, was even forced to choose self-detonation.
The consequence of that explosion, of course, was that yet another enormous and unfathomably deep crater had appeared near Newdean.
At that mont, the Ivorykin awakeners trembling outside the city gates were all left dumbfounded by the sight before them.
"What the hell? Since when can dragons self-destruct?!"
"The only good thing is that it didn’t blow up inside Newdean. Otherwise, I think the entire city-state would’ve been flattened!"
"I knew it! We should never have listened to the lies those higher-ups were feeding us. Can’t you see it now? The Deathborn are far too powerful for us to resist!"
These awakeners were all lone wolves. Originally, they had planned to trail behind the battle legion mbers, pick up the scraps, and grow stronger in a sneaky, low-risk way.
What they had never imagined was that those dragons would be this terrifying.
"Brothers, I’m leaving first. This kind of battle is way beyond ."
"I’m retreating too. I’ve decided to move house—farther south. Honestly, I think relocating the capital is only a matter of ti."
anwhile, within the human Supre Staff Legion—
Evelyn was so shocked by the scene before her that her mouth hung open.
"How is this even possible?!"
"Caelan is attacking the Ivorykin capital with nothing but himself and a little over a dozen dragons, and he’s actually holding an overwhelming advantage! Is this real?!"
Compared with Evelyn’s disbelief, rlinster, standing beside her, wore a much graver expression.
"Have you not noticed?" he said. "The Ivorykin’s true powerhouses haven’t entered the battlefield yet. So even though the dragons currently hold the advantage, the outco is still uncertain."
"On the contrary, the battle on Caelan’s side is the true deciding point of this war. Look at him now—he’s already falling into a disadvantage against Palmar."
The Supre Staff itself circled around Evelyn several tis, its tone carrying a faint hint of mockery.
"Evelyn, you’re also an inheritor, aren’t you? Yet your strength seems to fall rather far short of Palmar’s."
"So tell —is it a problem of talent, or have you simply not worked hard enough?"
Faced with the Supre Staff’s question, Evelyn fell into a brief silence.
Yes.
Whether it was the power Caelan had displayed, or the level of the battle Palmar was fighting at, both had already reached a point where she could barely intervene.
At that thought, Evelyn’s expression grew solemn.
"I think... the gap between us really is enormous."
"Once this incident is over, I need to seriously focus on improving my strength."
Hearing Evelyn make that decision, both the Supre Staff and rlinster at her side revealed pleased smiles.
Because all this ti, within the Supre Staff Legion, Evelyn had always been the unquestioned authority.
Her overwhelming superiority within the legion had made her far less passionate about improving herself any further.
But after witnessing Caelan’s strength, she had begun to feel a sense of urgency.
Only now, however, had that urgency finally beco crystal clear.
Just then, Evelyn suddenly noticed the movents of the Ivorykin Grand Marshal.
Wait.
Was he... preparing a sneak attack?
"These Ivorykin bastards—didn’t they say this was supposed to be a one-on-one duel? Why are they lurking around Caelan now?!"
rlinster’s expression also darkened considerably.
He stared fixedly at the changes unfolding on the battlefield, then drew in a deep breath.
"If I’m not mistaken, the force the Ivorykin have sent out is the elite hall under their Grand Marshal."
"Most Ivorykin awakeners are indeed pathetically weak, but that absolutely does not include the mbers of the elite hall."
"Caelan, that kid... is probably in real trouble now."
...
"Are you ready to welco death?"
Palmar’s voice carried a solemn, judgntal authority.
At the sa ti, the trident in his hands shone with an ever more brilliant holy light.
Under the effect of that radiance, the death energy surrounding Caelan lted away in an instant like snow beneath the sun.
In the next mont, Palmar gripped the trident horizontally with both hands, and behind him, a second angelic phantom appeared.
Golden hair danced wildly in the wind.
At that mont, even Palmar’s eyes turned completely gold.
"In the na of the angels—Judgnt!!"
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