Matteo and the woman roared, charging straight at the Primitive Beast. Their bodies looked like they were wrapped in intense red flames. They poured all their power into a single, full-force attack.
They knew their blessings alone were useless against something like that. So they funneled every bit of ring energy they had into one raw, brutal hit. The plan was simple—go all in.
Matteo's spear and the tank's axe shot forward like red lightning toward the target.
The beast locked onto them, furious, and tried to channel some power to strike back. Its claw moved.
*CLANG!*
But this time, it slammed into a wall of wind and was stopped cold. The support woman had used her blessing, pouring it out in pure fury.
Leander opened his eyes.
"Lift!"
He shouted, activating his blessing at full strength. Right as the two tanks closed in, the enemy's eyes widened.
Gravity around it suddenly flipped. Its feet were yanked off the ground, and its massive body lost balance.
*CRASH!*
The tanks smashed into it head-on, catching it completely off guard.
The impact launched the beast through the air, and the Primitive Creature slammed hard into the chamber walls. Its body sank into the stone, sending up a thick cloud of dust.
*ROAR!*
The entire underground hall shook like it was going to cave in.
A deafening roar blasted out, followed by a shockwave of explosive, invisible energy that cleared the dust and shattered the whole wall.
The beast hadn't taken any serious damage, but—
"I'm in!" Veyle announced, excited.
No one saw her mist, but she'd used the opening to slip inside the enemy's body.
"Now!" Nayara ordered.
At that exact moment, two shadows appeared from the void, already inches from the target.
Red hair whipped through the air, followed by a slash that looked like it could cut the world in half.
**SLASH!**
"AH!!"
A scream tore through the air—deep, guttural—and then the dry crack of flesh and bone, like metal, being split apart.
At the peak of her blessing, Harper broke through the demon's defense with a single clean strike.
The blade cut deep, tearing a three-meter gash across the monster's chest. Before the violet blood even started gushing out, Eric shot in from the side, taking full advantage of the opening. His strike went straight into the wound, widening it with surgical precision.
Both of them had been hidden by Eric's blessing—completely invisible until the last second. That demon basically dug his own grave by setting this trap inside the hall. Even though Nayara had sealed off the law's power, it still lingered in the environment, blocking natural laws. That let Eric's concealment blessing work.
And Harper... her blessing was devastating, but it only lasted a few moments. A blade made for one perfect cut.
They waited for the exact right time—the only perfect moment.
Nayara couldn't believe it. The fight unfolded so naturally, but it was only possible because of their abilities... because of the healer's cheat!
First the artifacts exploded, throwing it off balance—on top of suddenly losing control of the law. At the same time, the tanks hit hard, forcing an immediate reaction.
The beast was insanely strong and tried to counter, but it failed... because of a healer. Then, the mages forced it to go all-out on defense.
That's when the healer showed godlike power, fully restoring both tanks in seconds. They came back at full strength, and now they knew how to strike.
The pressure forced the beast to open up.
That was all they needed.
It never noticed the two assassins closing in—and even if it had, it trusted way too much in its monstrous durability.
The cut was deep enough to almost split it in half. Violet blood poured like a cursed fountain, staining the ground and walls.
But…
The Primitive Beast's eyes narrowed.
A twisted smile appeared on its bloodstained face. There was mockery in that look—he still had something. A hidden trump card.
*Pshhk!*
A sharp, subtle sound rang out.
A blade flew through the air at a ridiculous speed—so fast no one saw it move, or even leave its source. All they heard was the delayed sound of flesh being pierced.
"NO!!"
The demon roared, coughing blood, eyes wide in shock.
The smug look shattered into confusion and pain.
Everyone looked to its chest—and saw it.
A dagger. Buried straight into its heart.
Only one person came to mind, and they all turned toward Darian. He had a completely blank look on his face... which somehow looked just like an unhinged maniac!
Eleven daggers floated around him, suspended in the air like serpents ready to strike.
It was definitely him. But how the hell did he move so fast? Everyone here was experienced—and this was the second time. He could've only pulled it off if he could sense the target's hidden intent before they even acted...
He's a healer? That thought hit everyone at once.
"Oh?" he mumbled with a fake-innocent look. "He was gonna use a trump card, wasn't he?"
Silence.
Of course, he was.
'Those daggers... they don't have any offensive power... they shouldn't be able to kill something like that... they shouldn't even pierce its skin.' Nayara was the most shaken—she recognized those floating weapons.
'Shit, I gave myself away,' Darian thought, tense.
As silence settled over the wrecked hall, the beast's body began to tremble. Groans of pure agony escaped it. Black lines started crawling over its skin like living veins.
Leander stepped forward, all eyes fixed on the enemy. The lines were burrowing deeper into its body, eating it from the inside.
It looked like living poison—devouring everything, slowly and sadistically.
"Did we win?" Veyle whispered.
Then suddenly—
*RUMBLE*
The ground shook violently.
A deep, thunderous boom rocked the underground like the earth itself was collapsing from within.
At the same time, an overwhelming light—both white and black—erupted behind them like a second sun.
They all turned, and a fear like nothing before made their souls tremble.
At the center of the altar… was the book.
It was floating a few meters off the ground, the very center of it all.
The lights were like two opposing forces twining around each other without colliding—like the balance between birth and destruction, the duality of light and shadow, had finally been achieved.
Darian staggered a step forward, feeling his entire body react. Something inside him pulsed violently.
The two lights began to spiral around the book. And then... they started to merge.
The energy took form.
First, a thin, translucent hand emerged from the light, its long, ethereal fingers gently wrapping around the book.
Then, like a mystical veil being woven in the air, a sacred figure slowly materialized.
Tall. Slim. Subtle curves, perfectly balanced. Definitely female.
But her face, her body… everything was obscured—there were no features, no flesh, just a glowing silhouette.
The only clearly visible thing was her fists… two symbols. One white. One black. Glowing like stars.
Everyone held their breath.
None of them could move a single muscle.
It was suffocating.
It was divine.
It was impossible.
For a moment, they felt like ants—under a sky that had decided to descend to earth.
Five seconds. Maybe less.
And then...
A voice filled the hall.
Soft, melodic... and completely indifferent.
"Disappear."
**BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!**
The world shattered.
The underground imploded.
There wasn't even time to scream. Or to think.
The explosion didn't come from her body, or her fists—but from reality itself, twisting and breaking apart.
Their minds went dark.
They were just... swallowed by the deadly destruction.