"Master, don’t do anything rash! Please, trust —it’s not as bad as it looks... Seraphina’s okay!"
Just then, a familiar voice rang out, making Ethan freeze for a second. He whipped his head around.
It was Cicero.
And just like Seraphina earlier, a terrifying, overwhelming force was swirling around Cicero’s body—an imnse domain of power.
The Sacred Realm.
BOOM!
RUMMMMMMBLE...
A deafening crash echoed through the space. Inside that Sacred Realm, lightning crackled and roared with terrifying intensity.
The Leviathan Hero visibly flinched, a flicker of panic and unease flashing across his face.
ROOOAAAR!
At the sa ti, the mass of writhing tentacles that had been wrapped tightly around Seraphina suddenly convulsed, as if sothing inside had detonated with explosive force.
A dragon’s roar tore through the air, shaking the entire dinsion to its core.
BOOM!
RUMMMMMMBLE...
In the next instant, the tentacle sphere exploded outward in a violent burst. From the wreckage, a colossal figure—over ten thousand feet tall—shot into the air.
It was Seraphina.
And she didn’t look hurt at all.
"Seraphina! Are you okay?" Ethan flew toward her without hesitation, worry etched across his face.
"I’m fine, Master..." Seraphina’s massive dragon eyes shimred with emotion, locking onto Ethan with warmth and trust.
Even though she’d been trapped by the Leviathan Hero’s tentacles, she’d been fully aware of what was happening outside.
Truth be told, this level of combat wasn’t anything new to her. Back in Sylvanwood, she’d fought off hordes of filthy, mindless dungeon creatures—battles that were, honestly, way more dangerous than this.
But when she saw Ethan about to throw himself into the fight to save her, without a second thought, it hit her hard. She could feel it—his care, his concern. It was real. It was deep.
That thought alone lit a fire in her heart.
Her eyes blazed with newfound determination as she turned to face the Leviathan Hero.
Her battle spirit surged.
She let out a fierce roar.
"Master, leave the rest to and Cicero! Don’t worry—he’s way weaker than before. If we team up, we can hold him off!"
Ethan blinked, surprised for a mont. Then he smiled, reaching up to give Seraphina’s massive head a firm, affectionate pat.
"Go get ’em."
ROOOAAAR!
"Cicero, let’s go!"
With a thunderous roar, Seraphina launched herself at the Leviathan Hero once more, her massive wings slicing through the air like blades.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
At the sa ti, a swarm of tentacles ca surging toward her again, just like before—an overwhelming, suffocating wave of grotesque limbs, like so nightmare beast breaking free of its cage.
But this ti, things were different.
History wasn’t about to repeat itself.
"As I thought... without the boost from your Sacred Realm, your power’s dropped off a cliff," Cicero said, floating high above the battlefield, eyes locked on the Leviathan Hero. "And if that’s the case, I’m not letting you run wild like before."
BOOM!
Suddenly, Cicero’s Sacred Realm erupted around him. From the ground below, massive trees and vines burst forth, growing at an insane rate, surging toward the Leviathan Hero’s tentacles like a living tidal wave.
In seconds, the writhing limbs were completely entangled—bound tight by the explosive growth of nature itself.
But that wasn’t all.
The vines crackled with electricity—Thunder Magic pulsing through them—sending jolts of searing energy into the tentacles. The Leviathan Hero’s limbs spasd violently, unable to resist the dual assault of nature and lightning.
A furious, guttural howl tore from his throat.
RRRAAAAGHHHH!
Snarling like a beast, the Leviathan Hero lunged at Seraphina, crashing into her in a brutal clash of titans. The two locked into a fierce lee, claws, fangs, and raw power colliding in a storm of fury.
But without the support of his tentacles—and with Cicero’s Sacred Realm constantly hamring him with storm energy—he was clearly struggling. His attacks lacked their forr force, and he couldn’t overpower Seraphina the way he had before.
What made it worse for him?
Cicero wasn’t even fighting him head-on.
He was just floating above, letting his Sacred Realm do the work—its storm-infused vines and thunderous winds striking from every angle, relentless and unavoidable.
And for a Hero Unit born of the sea, Thunder Magic was a natural weakness. Even though Cicero’s storm wasn’t pure lightning, it carried enough of that elental charge to wreak havoc on the Leviathan Hero’s body.
And that wasn’t the end of it.
Cicero wasn’t the only one with a Sacred Realm.
Seraphina had one too.
Now that she was fully engaged in battle, she unleashed it without holding back. Her Sacred Realm surged outward, a radiant, overwhelming force that wrapped around her like a second skin—amplifying her strength, her speed, her fury.
The Leviathan Hero was getting torn apart from both sides—battered by Cicero’s storm and crushed under the weight of Seraphina’s raw, unrelenting power.
Watching it all unfold, Ethan finally let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
...
Normally, when Crimson Ultimate Heroes go to war, it all cos down to one thing—who controls the Sacred Realm.
Because at the end of the day, the Sacred Realm isn’t just so flashy power-up. It’s the purest expression of a Crimson Ultimate Hero’s mastery over the fundantal laws of the Pri World. It’s their personal manifestation of those laws—rules that shape reality itself.
We’re talking god-tier power here.
And that kind of power? It blows everything else out of the water. Physical strength, magic, brute force—none of it holds a candle to the might of a Sacred Realm.
That’s why these heroes are called demigods. Hell, so of them are worshipped like actual gods.
The power of laws—the essence of the world itself—becos their weapon. With it, they can bend nature to their will, reshape the battlefield, and beco untouchable within their domain. In their Sacred Realm, they’re not just strong—they’re unstoppable.
And if soone keeps pushing that power, refining it, deepening their control?
They don’t just beco powerful.
They beco world-shakers.
We’re talking beings so far beyond the average demigod or deity that those titles don’t even do them justice. These are the kinds of entities you’d call Creator Gods, Destroyer Gods, Lords of Chaos—rulers of pantheons, kings of gods.
That’s the level Sacred Realm power can reach.
Which is exactly why it’s such a big deal.
But the Leviathan Hero? He was screwed the mont Ethan locked him inside the Soulbind Shackles.
Because in this sealed-off space, one of the most critical weapons in a Crimson Ultimate Hero’s arsenal—the Sacred Realm—was completely shut down.
He couldn’t use it at all.
Sure, he was technically a Crimson Ultimate Hero. But he was only a D-rank. The lowest tier. Compared to Seraphina, who was already C-rank, or Cicero and Kyros, who were B-rank? He was outclassed.
He didn’t even qualify as a true god. At best, he was a low-tier demigod—soone who could ignore harsh environnts and conjure a Sacred Realm with a single thought.
Soone who could create his own rules, his own world.
But this guy? He wasn’t there yet.
His Sacred Realm was still dependent on external conditions—specifically, a massive body of seawater. Without it, he couldn’t summon his domain at all.
And inside the Soulbind Shackles?
No ocean. No water. Just barren wasteland and empty skies.
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