Chapter 330: Domination
Without waiting for a response, Valerian’s movements blurred, the scythe spinning faster than eyes could track. It slashed in a massive, sweeping arc, one so vast and powerful that it seemed to momentarily cleave through reality itself.
Orion’s eyes widened in horror as he realized Valerian’s true intention. He moved too late.
The scythe’s dark blade effortlessly carved through ranks of soldiers, utterly indifferent to friend or foe.
A sea of Lionkin and Tigerkin fell simultaneously, bodies crumpling lifelessly, thousands instantly silenced. The battlefield fell into stunned stillness, disbelief and fear gripping every surviving warrior’s heart.
"Monster..." Arya whispered softly, her violet eyes wide with shock and grief.
Orion’s expression darkened, fury blazing fiercely within his draconic eyes. His grip tightened furiously around his dual swords, the pulsing auras of fire and thunder intensifying sharply.
"How dare you!" he roared, voice echoing with a powerful resonance, shaking the very air around them.
Valerian turned back leisurely, seemingly unmoved by the carnage he’d just wrought, his pale face carrying a gentle smile devoid of remorse. "Did that anger you? Good. Channel that rage and perhaps you’ll entertain me," he said calmly, beckoning mockingly with a gentle curl of his fingers.
Just as Orion prepared to launch forward, an immense tremor shook the very fabric of space around them. A deep, resonant hum filled the battlefield, vibrating in every warrior’s chest, forcing everyone to look skyward.
From above, space itself tore open violently, as if reality could no longer contain the strain of such powerful combatants.
Through the rift emerged a towering shape, incomprehensible in scale. It extended downward slowly, dark and ancient, etched with incomprehensible runes glowing softly with celestial light.
"What... is that?" Nyss murmured, her normally composed voice laced with awe and a touch of unease.