The sky burned with Kaelen's radiance, his transformation into the Avatar of Eternity casting a mantle of blue light that spilled over the battlefield like dawn breaking into night. That brilliance fell upon the warriors of Eldoria, the elves, and the Nullcarvers below, and in that instant, hesitant arms steadied, broken wills mended, and despair was consumed by renewed fire.

The battlefield roared to life.

Drake, his body soaked in sweat and a little bit of blood, his spear shattered down to half its length, looked skyward at his Kaelen's figure high above. The calm steel in his eyes lit with a fire that had not been there moments ago. "He's not faltering," Drake muttered to himself. Then his voice rose, bellowing across the carnage, "If Kaelen can fight a god, then we can carve down monsters! Eldoria—stand your ground!"

HAHHH!!!!!

His words ignited the broken line of defenders. Swords that once trembled now struck with certainty. Mages who were still indecisive on what to do suddenly sent out their mana in barrages which forced forth their energy with relentless vigor. The tide of despair shifted violently into a tide of defiance.

GRRRR!!!

The Labyrinth itself seemed to groan in answer, and then, as if provoked by Kaelen's ascension, the battlefield reshaped itself into a theater of destiny.

From the ranks of the orcs, a towering figure emerged—seven feet of corded muscle, wielding a jagged cleaver that glowed with abyssal runes. His tusks jutted upward like the fangs of a beast, and his eyes glowed crimson with the taint of Endless' ascension. The orcs around him dropped to their knees in reverence, chanting his name.

"Gorthak the Ironhide," Drake spat as he recognized the monster that he saw in the books when he was still in Valoria military academy, rolling his shoulders as the shattered spear in his grip hummed with lightning. Sparks danced across his armor as he marched forward. "Head of the orcs… You'll fall here."

The two warriors locked eyes. Gorthak snarled, beating his cleaver against his chestplate with a metallic clang that shook the ground. "Then let the world watch as your blood oils my blade, human!"

"Let's see then" Drake mumured as he suddenly dashed forward.

Bang!!!

Rumble!!!

And with a clash like thunder, their duel began.

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Elsewhere, Neana's shadowed presence flared as Eirana's Voidcloak writhed like a living thing around her shoulders. From the horde of goblins, one emerged unlike any other. Twisted beyond recognition, its form stretched with grotesque muscle, its skin crackling with abyssal energy. Its very presence warped the ground, each step leaving molten scars upon the earth.

The warriors of Eldoria reeled at the sight of it. The goblin shrieked, its voice layered with unnatural echoes, and endless legions of its kin prostrated themselves before it.

"The goblin… a demigod," Maeralyn whispered in horror from across the lines.

Neana's lips curved into the faintest smile, her eyes blazing with a cold resolve. "Then it's mine."

In a blur, the Voidcloak carried her forward, consuming her in darkness. The demigod goblin roared and swung, and shadows themselves rose to meet the blow.

Their battle drowned the field in a dance of darkness and Qi.

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Further across the battlefield, the earth split as the Labyrinth itself vomited forth horrors: malformed beasts with too many limbs, shadows with gnashing maws, constructs of bone and abyssal flame. At their head was a wyvern-like monstrosity, its scales pulsing like molten stone, wings blotting out what little light pierced the battlefield. Its eyes glowed with a feral cunning that set it apart—it was no ordinary creature. It was a commander, a general of the Labyrinth.

The wyvern's screech shattered the ears of men, and whole ranks fell back in terror.

But one man did not.

Christopher planted his feet, the wind around him whirling as his aura sharpened into a blade. His hand tightened around his crimson blade, his jaw firm as steel. "So you lead the beasts," he muttered, voice low, reverent. "Then you fall by my hand."

The wyvern swooped, its claws glowing with corrosive abyssal fire. Christopher leapt, his blade screaming against the air, meeting the creature head-on.

Boom!!!

The clash sent shockwaves across the battlefield, warriors on both sides stumbling from the impact.

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Amidst it all, Charlotte, Rodriguez, Maeralyn, and Velyrian fought like a storm incarnate. The four stood shoulder to shoulder at the front line, their forces of elves and warriors rallying behind them.

Charlotte's shield erupted in divine golden towers, halting entire waves of Labyrinth beasts. Velyrian, the half seer, danced with a katana like a streak of silver, piercing three, four, five enemies in one strike. Maeralyn's fire and her special sword consumed swathes of the battlefield, her magic roaring in harmony with the others. And Rodriguez devouring magic were engulfing labyrinth creatures whole with the help of his abyssal Blade.

"Stand firm!" Maeralyn cried, her voice carrying above the chaos. "We are the shield of Eldoria—fight, fight until the abyss itself collapses!"

And their warriors answered, their voices rising in a single, unyielding cry.

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The battlefield was no longer merely war—it was a symphony of destiny, each clash and strike resounding with Kaelen's radiance from above. The Avatar of Eternity fought in the skies, but below, the champions of Eldoria proved themselves against the abyss.

And still, Endless' kingdom churned, birthing horrors without end.

This was no longer a battle for survival. It was the crucible where legends would be written in blood, flame, and eternity.

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The throne room of Endless Kingdom shook with the weight of destiny itself. Black marble cracked, the abyssal fires guttered, and the ominous spires that had loomed overhead trembled as if in fear of what was about to unfold. Endless was gone, soaring with Kaelen into the skies of Aetheris, and what remained behind was a pressure even more dangerous in its immediacy—Kael Dragonyx, the dreadful family head of the Dragonyx family now reborn in the service of darkness, and Alen, the Dark Magi, who had grown into something far beyond mortal sorcery.

They sat side by side on what was once Endless' throne platform, watching with cold amusement as Kaelen's comrades poured into the shattered hall. The ground still reeked of Endless' ascension—embers of chaos floating like sparks through the black air.

And then they struck.

Lila's eyes flared with silver as the Seer bloodline entwined with the inheritance of Lyseria. Visions of countless possible futures bent themselves into her grasp, and in an instant, she charted their path. "Now!" she cried, her voice layered with uncanny resonance.

Kelvin moved first, Abyssal scythe singing through the air. Chaos rippled from its edge, warping the space around it into howling distortions. With his other hand, he unleashed the unstable surge of the Heir of Chaos, a storm that devoured even light.

At the same moment, Ethan vanished into a curl of mist, reappearing above Kael Dragonyx with twin daggers descending in silence, faster than the crackle of thunder.

Guinevere's divine flames erupted in the form of a phoenix, its radiant wings blotting out the remnants of Endless' abyssal torches. She was fire incarnate, her inferno a tidal wave rolling across the throne room toward Alen.

Morris slammed the butt of his Elemental Scepter into the ground, and the floor responded. Stone, fire, wind, and torrents of water cascaded forth, interwoven in perfect harmony—raw elemental supremacy crashing against Kael and Alen.

Eirana roared last, her body a juggernaut of refined Qi. With a single step she shattered the ground, dust exploding behind her as she launched herself like a cannonball, fists blazing with condensed strikes meant to break mountains.

The throne room could not withstand it.

The palace exploded.

Black spires shattered into dust, obsidian walls disintegrated, and Endless' hall was obliterated under the scale of their combined assault. For one heartbeat, it seemed as though Kael and Alen would be drowned under the tidal wave of elemental fury, chaos storms, phoenix fire, seer-guided strikes, and Qi-imbued fists.

But then a black lightning cracked the heavens.

Kael Dragonyx blurred, his blade weaving arcs of pure destruction. His swordplay was no longer chaos magic alone—it was imbued with the abyss Endless had seeded into him. Each slash carved apart Kelvin's storms, sundered Morris' elemental flood, and deflected Ethan's killing daggers with ease. He fought like a storm given human form, a tempest that no longer belonged to the realm of mortals.

Alen the Dark Magi moved with quiet terror. His voice whispered a chant, and the abyss responded like an old friend. Black circles bloomed across the ruined battlefield, pulling flames, Qi, and even elemental magic into collapsing voids. He caught Guinevere's divine firestorm in his palm and devoured it whole, then flung the backlash outward—an implosion that sent even the princess of flames staggering back with scorched wings.

"Naive," Alen said, his voice dripping venom. "You think Eternity's spawn are the only ones who can carry power beyond gods? Endless has shared his essence with us. You will break here."

Kelvin snarled, his scythe colliding with Kael's sword. The shockwave split the skies above the ruins, yet Kael did not move an inch. "I already broke you once," Kael said coldly, eyes narrowing on Kelvin. "I'll do it again."

The battle devolved into chaos.

Guinevere and Morris pressed Alen together, fire and elements roaring against the abyssal void. Ethan and Eirana struck at Kael from angles unseen, mist and Qi forcing him into constant motion. Lila stood at the heart of it all, her Seer visions holding them barely together against the overwhelming might of their enemies.

But it was not enough.

Kael laughed—a low, chilling sound—before unleashing a wave of lightning so vast it split the ruins in two. Ethan was hurled into one direction, Eirana into another. Alen seized the moment, weaving shadows that rose into colossal hands of darkness. With a snap, they crashed down, slamming Morris and Guinevere away from each other.

The battlefield was split—two fronts, two monsters.

Kael Dragonyx drew his blade toward Kelvin, Ethan, and Eirana, lightning snarling along its edge. "Come then, Heir of Chaos. Show me if you've grown."

Alen turned his abyssal gaze toward Morris, Guinevere, and Lila, his lips curling into a smile too sharp to be human. "A Seer, a Phoenix, and a child of the Elemental God… Your corpses will be art."

The ruins of Endless' palace smoldered, and above them all the fractured sky wept with the weight of their clash. Two battlefields had been carved. Two paths, with no retreat.

The war inside Endless' kingdom had begun in earnest.