The Solaris Commanders revealed their true strength as they fought alongside Leon, forming a blazing wall against the endless legions of Titan constructs.
At the forefront was Carn, widely acknowledged as the future heir to the Solaris throne.
On the battlefield, she was less a knight and more a living catastrophe. Power levels ant nothing to her—she simply smashed through anything that stood in her path. Treants shattered beneath her fists. Stone golems crumbled like fragile statues.
Neither Amon nor Leon knew that Carn had once undergone special training under Yue—training that had pushed her body and spirit far beyond the limits of ordinary Solaris Knights.
The results were now impossible to ignore.
Her golden eyes burned with shifting draconic colours, molten gold laced with crimson and erald. Her skin hardened into shimring scales of radiant dragonhide, each scale reflecting the light of the suns burning within her soul.
At the sa ti, her mana surged to terrifying heights.
Though she had condensed only eight suns, the raw output of her power far surpassed what eight suns should have produced. The energy pouring from her body rivalled the ancient Dragons that once ruled the skies.
At this point, there were very few beings in the world capable of slowing her down.
In terms of sheer might, Carn now stood on the level of a Golden Dragon—perhaps even approaching that of a Golden Dragon Sovereign.
She was becoming less a Solaris Knight… and more a dragon wearing the armour of one.
Her movents reflected that transformation perfectly. Golden dragon wings erupted from her back with a thunderous burst of solar fire, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. With every beat of those wings, Carn surged forward like a cot, tearing through the Titans' armies like a blade through molten wax.
Treants exploded into splinters. Stone golems shattered into dust.
Where Carn passed, destruction followed.
Yet her action didn't ruin the splendour of the other Solaris Commanders.
Gallahad, true to his reputation as the commander of the strongest Solaris Knight Order, stood as the perfect contrast to Carn's savage brutality.
Where Carn fought like a rampaging dragon, Gallahad fought like a master craftsman. His body erupted in golden flas as he wielded Divine Severance, cutting through the Titans' minions by the hundreds.
But unlike Carn's overwhelming power, Gallahad's movents were precise and deliberate.
Every swing was calculated. Every step conserved energy. His eight suns churned within his soul, yet he rarely drew upon their full strength.
Instead, Gallahad carefully controlled the output of his mana, releasing devastating power only at the exact mont it was needed. When his axe moved, reality itself seed to bend. Golden fire carved through the battlefield in sweeping arcs, collapsing entire ranks of tal automatons and stone giants as if the world itself had been cleaved apart.
Behind them, Raewyna ensured that the Solaris forces never faltered. Her Solstice Sanctuary spread across the battlefield like a radiant kingdom of light.
Within her domain, Solaris Knights felt their strength multiply while the Titan constructs slowly weakened under the oppressive pressure of solar law.
Whenever a commander suffered an injury, Raewyna's Blessing of the Sun flowed through them like warm sunlight, nding wounds and restoring their vitality almost instantly. Together, they ford a perfect battlefield trinity—destruction, precision, and support.
Yet even among these legendary warriors, one figure stood above them all.
Alrock, the lord of the Solaris Order, stood calmly amid the chaos. A confident grin flashed across his pearly white teeth as he tightened his grip on the weapon in his hands.
The black greatsword known as Zenith.
True to its na, Zenith represented the pinnacle of martial armants. Among the legendary blades of the world, it was surpassed only by Ascalon and Nyx.
Forged to sever even divine forces, it was a weapon feared across countless battlefields. And in Alrock's hands, its power was nothing short of terrifying.
With a single thought, he invoked Embodint of the Sun. His body dissolved into blazing radiance. He was no longer rely wreathed in fire. He had beco the Sun.
A miniature star burned where the Solaris Lord once stood. The very laws of the battlefield warped in response as gravity spiralled wildly out of control.
Everything within the vicinity—treants, golems, tal automatons—was dragged helplessly toward the blazing core of Alrock's existence.
Then he swung Zenith.
Everything in the sword's path simply ceased to exist. No roaring flas. No dramatic explosions. Just silent annihilation. Matter disintegrated into ash as if it had never been part of the world at all.
With the battlefield destabilised and the Titans' endless armies montarily suppressed, it was finally ti for the mbers of Eldorin to reveal their strength.
The first to step forward was Johann Amaris.
Once considered rely a promising prodigy, Johann had long since shattered the limits expected of him. Under Yue's direct tutelage, his growth accelerated at a terrifying pace. What stood on the battlefield now was no longer a talented young mage—but a true archmage.
Seven arcane rings revolved slowly around Johann's body, each one radiating layers of ancient runic power. A seven-ring magician at his age was practically unheard of. The mont Johann raised his hand, the sky itself responded.
Arcane sigils spread across the heavens like a celestial tapestry as he invoked a grand cosmic spell. Monts later, the firmant split open, and thousands of blazing cots appeared above the battlefield. They descended like divine judgnt.
One after another, the cots crashed through the skies, detonating in violent bursts of arcane fire and gravitational shockwaves. Their primary target was the being that had long dominated the skies—Anemos.
Every impact disrupted the Titan's command over the winds, fracturing the currents of air that Anemos used to maintain aerial supremacy.
For the first ti since the battle began, the skies were no longer entirely under the Titan's control. Johann, floating amidst his orbiting rings, looked less like a human mage and more like a young deity commanding the heavens.
But he was not alone.
Joining him were three other core mbers of Eldorin—Yeon, Recto, and Verso.
Together, the four magicians reshaped the battlefield.
Yeon raised her hand, and the frozen landscape answered her call. In this polar region, her control over ice reached terrifying levels. Entire glaciers cracked and rose into the air as blizzards spiralled around her. With a re flick of her wrist, spears of eternal frost rained down upon the Titans' forces. Where her magic touched, everything froze into lifeless crystal.
anwhile, the twin warlocks sealed the battlefield itself.
Verso lifted his hand, and brilliant beams of condensed light shot across the battlefield like divine lances. The radiant pillars pierced through the massive bodies of Titan constructs, burning holes through treants and stone golems alike.
At the sa ti, Recto's shadows spread across the ground like a living ocean. The darkness rose into towering tendrils that wrapped around enemies, binding them in place or dragging them into suffocating voids of shadow.
Light and darkness moved in perfect synchrony.
Where Verso struck, Recto trapped. Where Recto bound, Verso obliterated. The battlefield had beco their spell circle.
Yet the mages were not the only ones rising to the occasion.
The other mbers of Eldorin fought alongside them with flawless coordination.
Warriors, knights, and specialists moved through the battlefield with disciplined precision, systematically dismantling the treants and golems summoned by the Titans.
Each strike, each spell, each movent flowed into the next.
It was a beautiful war dance—one forged through their shared training and mutual trust.
Even under the suffocating pressure radiating from the Titans themselves, not a single mber faltered. The combined might of the Alrock, his Solaris Commanders, and the warriors of Eldorin created a force powerful enough to make even the Titans pause.
For the first ti since the battle began, the ancient beings felt genuine surprise.
The Titans had focused their attention entirely on the chosen candidates—those like Amon, Yue, and Leon who sought the power of divinity.
They had not expected the supporting cast to be this formidable.
These humans—re followers and companions—possessed strength that could threaten their existence.
Yet even so, the Titans were still Titans. Their power was rooted in the primordial forces of the world itself. They were beings capable of bending the laws of nature with their very existence.
Against such entities, even these extraordinary humans were still… insignificant.
Realising that their arrogance had already cost them valuable ti, the Titans abandoned their previous strategy.
One by one, the colossal beings gathered together. Their focus sharpened. Their pride disappeared. Even without the presence of Amon or Yue on the battlefield, these relentless humans had proven themselves far more troubleso than expected.
The Titans had reached the sa conclusion.
If they continued fighting separately… They might actually lose.
And that was unacceptable.
"... I'm not holding back anymore."
Pyrrhos' voice echoed within the other three Titans' minds, and they heaved a heavy ntal sigh.
"Even if we destroy the Necropolis and Agnosia inside?"
"Agnosia is protected by Agos' divine might. She will be fine."
"I agree with Pyrrhos, we can't afford to dabble any longer."
Anemos spat a mouthful of clouds before going against Theia's words. Only Xiphos remained silent as he glanced cautiously back at the Necropolis.
"I will protect the Necropolis… the rest of you, go wild."
"That's what we planned to do."
Then, at last, the Titans abandoned restraint.
The three remaining giants—ancient forces that embodied the world itself—rose to their full power.
Pyrrhos was the first to erupt.
The Titan's body split with glowing fractures as oceans of magma burst from within its core. Flas roared outward in towering pillars, devouring the air itself as the battlefield transford into a blazing inferno. The ground lted beneath its feet, turning into rivers of molten stone that spread in every direction. It was no longer rely fire. It was a world-ending conflagration.
Above the battlefield, Anemos answered the call.
The heavens darkened instantly as the Titan stretched its wings of wind across the sky. Thunderclouds spiralled into existence, forming a titanic storm that swallowed the horizon. Lightning tore through the heavens in blinding chains while hurricanes spiralled downward like divine spears. The air itself beca violent. Every breath carried the pressure of a collapsing atmosphere.
And then the earth answered.
Theia slamd her hand into the ground, and the world awakened beneath her command. Forests erupted from the soil as countless trees burst upward in seconds, their trunks twisting into colossal pillars of living wood. Vines thicker than castle walls surged across the battlefield, devouring everything in their path while mountains of stone cracked open to reveal jagged ridges and rising cliffs. Nature itself had turned hostile.
Flas roared across the land. Storms consud the sky. The earth convulsed beneath everyone's feet. The sky shook. The ground rumbled. The world trembled as if it were about to break apart.
And for a brief mont… Everyone stopped.
The Solaris Knights, the warriors of Eldorin, even the candidates who had fought Titans head-on—all of them paused as a chilling realisation settled over the battlefield.
They could feel it. The pressure. The intent.
The Titans were no longer fighting to win.
They were preparing to erase everything.
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