Ataneya’s eyes widened in surprise.
She was already at the peak of Tier 17—the highest-ranked powerhouse in all of Erald Castle’s forces.
Yet now, another had just reached the sa height.
Before she could even take that in, Feylora’s Tier flared again—soaring past the 17 Tier peak and breaking straight into early Tier 18.
"What?!"
Everyone’s jaws dropped. That kind of Tier jump was insane.
Feylora’s physical makeup was different from the rest. Even at the sa Tier, the energy stored in her body was more than triple that of anyone else.
Which ant...
Right now, the power surging inside her was probably already at mid-18 Tier—
...maybe even higher.
"This is incredible!" soone blurted out.
But after the initial wave of excitent, the group quickly sobered up. Sure, Feylora’s Tier had skyrocketed, but her combat ability had always been... underwhelming.
Even if she stabilized at early 18 Tier, realistically, she’d only be able to hold her own against soone at the peak of 17 Tier.
And that was a problem.
While everyone was still processing what this ant, Feylora’s Tier fully stabilized—locked in at early 18 Tier, just a hair’s breadth from mid-stage.
Regardless of the details, having soone at this level on his side was a huge win for Ethan.
He couldn’t hide his excitent.
He stepped forward and grabbed Feylora’s hand, about to speak—
But before he could get a word out, a violent surge of energy exploded from her body, blasting him backward like a rag doll.
"What the hell?!"
The power radiating from Feylora wasn’t just imnse—it was aggressive. Dangerous.
And it wasn’t just a passive aura. It had bite.
"Feylora," Ethan called out, eyes gleaming, "try this—throw a punch at that boulder over there."
Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her toward a massive stone slab nearby.
Feylora didn’t even blink.
She pulled back her fist and let it fly.
BOOM!
The boulder didn’t just crack—it disintegrated into dust.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE...
Ethan was practically vibrating with excitent.
Feylora wasn’t just a walking energy bank anymore. She wasn’t just a support unit. She was a powerhouse—overflowing with energy and now packing a terrifying punch to match.
He didn’t waste another second.
Ignoring the still-erupting Primordial Force of Destruction beneath the island, Ethan grabbed Feylora and led her through a hidden spatial tunnel, erging high above Eclipsera Isle, floating in the sky.
He looked down at the massive Stone Golem still hamring away at the barrier below and called out, voice dripping with mockery:
"Hey, big guy! You gonna keep punching that shield all day, or do you have the guts to co take a swing at ?"
The taunt hit its mark.
The Stone Golem let out a guttural roar and launched itself forward like a bolt of lightning, its massive fist cocked back, glowing with raw, destructive power.
The air around it cracked and shattered, space itself fracturing in its wake.
That punch could level a mountain.
Could turn Ethan into a sar on the ground.
But Ethan didn’t flinch. In fact, he looked... thrilled.
He calmly stepped aside, revealing Feylora behind him.
She stood tall, eyes blazing with confidence.
She raised her arms, and the aura of the Fey Sovereign surged from her body—now fused with the endless, chaotic energy of destruction. The air around her warped as a massive bow ford in midair, forged from pure energy.
VMMM!
She reached up and pulled the bowstring back with one hand.
Power exploded from the weapon, forming a glowing arrow of condensed destruction.
And then—
She let it fly.
The arrow scread through the air, colliding head-on with the Stone Golem’s incoming fist.
BOOOOM!
The mont their powers collided, the entire sky and earth shook violently.
Thunder cracked overhead, bolts of lightning raining down around them like divine fury, striking the air near both Feylora and the Stone Golem.
Ethan’s eyes went wide. He’d never seen anything like this—this wasn’t just a fight, it was a cataclysm. A battle on this scale was way beyond anything he could handle. He instinctively took several steps back, heart pounding.
The arrow Feylora had fired wasn’t just raw destruction—it was layered with multiple forces, each one amplifying the next. The combined power was monstrous.
The instant it struck the Stone Golem’s fist, a sizzling, crackling sound tore through the air.
Then—
CRACK!
The Golem’s massive stone fist shattered—splintered right down the middle and crumbled into dust.
"Holy shit..."
Ethan’s jaw dropped.
He hadn’t expected Feylora to unleash sothing this devastating.
"No... No way!"
Even the Stone Golem was panicking now. He stumbled backward, fear etched across his craggy face. Sure, he was early 18 Tier—but the power Feylora had just unleashed? It was on a whole different level.
That one hit hadn’t just destroyed his fist—it had blown off half his arm. Chunks of stone were falling off his body like crumbling ruins.
For the first ti, real fear gripped him.
He turned to flee, but it was already too late.
Feylora had drawn another arrow.
FWIP!
"No—!"
The Golem’s eyes went wide with terror. He flailed through the air, trying to escape, but he didn’t realize—
Feylora’s power had already locked down the space around them.
The mont she released that second arrow, the surrounding air froze, space itself sealed tight. No matter how hard he struggled, there was no way out.
Ethan watched, stunned—and thrilled.
He’d completely underestimated her before. This wasn’t the sa Feylora who used to trail behind him like a cheerful little helper.
This was a weapon.
A force of nature.
And just as the second arrow was about to finish the Stone Golem off—
The sky twisted.
Reality itself warped.
A figure slowly descended from above, stepping through the distortion like it was a curtain.
VMMM...
This newcor radiated power—raw, crackling energy that made the air hum with tension. He was also early 18 Tier, but his aura was different. It wasn’t just strong—it was domineering, laced with thunder and lightning that danced across his skin like living sparks.
"Well, well," the man said, voice calm but laced with arrogance. "Didn’t expect a little backwater like Erald Castle to have soone like her. Impressive. That ans you’ve earned the right to exist in the Umbral Abyss."
He hovered in the air, arms crossed, lightning flickering around him.
"From this mont on, The Obsidian Dynasty won’t interfere with your affairs. You’re free to build your own faction here—as long as you don’t ss with ours."
Ethan’s expression darkened.
After all the bloodshed, after the attacks, after everything they’d done—now they wanted to play nice?
"Bullshit," he muttered.
BOOM!
Power surged from Ethan’s body, a massive energy sphere forming in front of him, pulsing with fury. But instead of launching it, he funneled the entire thing into Feylora.
"These bastards think they can just walk away after everything they’ve done? Hell no. Take them out. Kill them both. You’ll level up again—and you’ll absorb their power."
Feylora’s head snapped up.
Her eyes glead with sothing dark—sothing twisted.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
"Don’t worry, Master," she said, voice low and cold. "To , they’re already corpses."
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