The battles proceeded one by one.
After fighting with Club White Zenith’s mbers in a round robin, it was ti for them to fight against the Club Broken Root.
In the battles against them, the next Regalon to have the third Concept was Natalia.
A few minutes ago.
Natalia arrived in the arena alongside her opponent, the representative of the Club Broken Root.
He stood rooted in place, massive and immovable, bark-armored plates layered over his fra like fossilized ti. Veins of dull green crystal pulsed beneath his skin, each beat syncing with the arena itself. The mont his feet touched the obsidian floor, roots sank downward, claiming territory.
The arena responded.
Roots burst upward in violent spirals, thick and heavy, tearing through obsidian like soil. The space around Natalia beca a cage of living wood, every path sealed, every angle closing.
Natalia didn’t move.
She didn’t dodge.
She didn’t raise a hand.
Instead, the air sang.
Not audibly.
Conceptually.
Technique: Chaos Symphony – First Dissonance*
Invisible harmonic pressure rippled outward. The roots did not break, but they lost agreent.
Growth vectors skewed, timing desynchronized, and several roots collided mid-formation, knotting uselessly.
The Broken Root fighter frowned and took a step forward.
With that single step, the ground answered him.
Technique: Verdant Claim
The arena beneath Natalia transford. Artificial soil forced itself into existence, vitality flooding the space. Trunks erupted in rapid succession, each thicker than the last, layered with regenerative intent.
This was not sothing probability alone could undo.
This was a persistent weaponized.
Natalia felt it imdiately.
Her previous thod, bending outcos, would not be enough. This opponent corrected chaos through continuity.
She inhaled slowly.
Chaos Symphony deepened.
Technique: Chaotic Modulation – Split Frequencies.
This ti, the distortion ca in layers. So trunks blood into explosive growth and collapsed under their own weight. Others withered instantly. One twisted into crystalline fungus before detonating.
The battlefield beca unstable.
The Broken Root fighter endured it all.
He walked forward through the collapsing forest, bark thickening, crystal veins glowing brighter as surplus vitality absorbed every contradiction.
"You fracture monts," he said calmly.
"I outlast them."
He slamd his foot down.
Technique: Worldring Trunkfall.
A massive column of compressed growth erupted beneath Natalia, launching her upward. Vines lashed out instantly, coiling around her torso and limbs, constricting with brutal force.
Ribs cracked.
Breath was crushed from her lungs.
Blood surfaced in her throat.
Still, Natalia did not struggle.
The Broken Root fighter raised both hands.
The vines tightened further, trying to pulverize her.
"This ends now."
Natalia laughed softly, breathless but genuine.
"No," she grinned. "This is where it starts."
Chaos Symphony had always been singular.
One source. One disturbance.
That was the flaw.
The pressure, the pain, the constriction clarified it instantly.
She didn’t need to play chaos.
She needed to conduct it.
The air around her fractured.
Not shattered.
Fractured.
Dozens of translucent, exotic manifestations unfolded around her, each ford from probability, sound, and distorted causality.
Violins of refracted light.
Cellos made of layered ti.
Brass instrunts forged from compressed outcos.
Percussion ford from collapsing chance.
None of them was physical.
None of them was an illusion.
They were realized expressions of her energy, each autonomous, each capable of acting independently.
True Concept actualized: Orchestral Legion.
Natalia was no longer the source.
She was the axis.
The vines froze mid-crush.
The Broken Root fighter staggered as his senses were flooded. Each manifested instrunt emitted a distinct chaos frequency, each one interacting with probability separately.
Hand of Miss Fortune ignited repeatedly.
Not once.
Not twice.
Dozens of tis.
Odds bent.
Then conflicted.
Then annihilated one another.
Roots sprouted and rotted simultaneously. Regeneration loops feed decay. Vitality surged into dead ends, consuming itself.
Natalia lifted her gaze.
She did not move her hands.
She willed.
Technique: Orchestral Legion – Crescendo of Misalignnt
The legion acted.
Sound beca force.
Force beca outco.
The outco contradicted itself.
The battlefield detonated into layered failures. Trunks imploded inward, roots strangled themselves, vitality burned until nothing remained to sustain it.
The Broken Root fighter roared and slamd both fists into the ground.
Technique: Ancestral Bastion
A do of ancient living wood erupted around him, reinforced by centuries of accumulated endurance. History itself pressed outward, stabilizing the structure.
Natalia tilted her head.
Too much weight.
Too much past.
Her legion shifted formation.
Technique: Hand of Miss Fortune – Shared Draw.
Probability was no longer bent.
It was distributed.
Each instrunt seized a different thread of fate, isolating vulnerabilities that no singular outco could exploit.
Cracks appeared in the bastion.
Not physical.
Conceptual.
"You carry everything," Natalia said quietly.
"That’s why you can’t move forward."
She issued a single directive.
Technique: Finale – Collapse of Harmony
The legion struck in contradiction.
Growth and decay.
Stability and collapse.
Continuity and rupture.
The bastion unraveled, not by force, but by losing agreent on how to exist. Layers peeled away, vitality spilling uselessly as the structure dissolved.
The Broken Root fighter fell to one knee, armor cracking, roots retracting uncontrollably.
Natalia willed one final note.
It passed through his chest.
He froze.
Then scattered into dust and petals, carried away by an air that no longer obeyed him.
[ Club Regalon 1 victory ]
The Orchestral Legion faded, instrunts dissolving into silent probability.
Natalia landed lightly, breathing hard, eyes steady.
On the Regalon platform, silence lingered.
Almond nodded with a smile. "She turned chaos into structure without losing unpredictability."
"In terms of mass assault, I think Natalia takes the cake. Her break power is also now on par with Admiral Rudra thanks to her new True Concept." Lily chuckled. "Good job."
Natalia returned to the Regalons, her shoulders relaxing before she grinned. "Saw that? I think I am overpowered now. I might be able to beat Lily and Admiral Rudra."
"Now, now. You shouldn’t compete with eagles just after growing wings." Big D snickered. "I can tell you that even I can beat you."
Natalia rolled her sleeves. "Get in the arena. This Miss Fortune of Orchestral Chaos will teach you how to scratch properly."
"Pick a better title."
"Alright, enough. It’s ti for the next one to go." Admiral Rudra traced the light as his eyes arrived on Almond.
"My turn," Almond said. "I do want a third True Concept, but I need so challenge. I won’t rush it unless I am about to lose, which I don’t see happening in this mission."
"We should ask teacher John to give us sothing tough." Lily chuckled.
"Good idea."
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