The center of the battlefield no longer resembled a command post.
It looked like a collapsing sun of power.
Dozens of kings stood in a wide formation, their auras overlapping into a single oppressive field that bent the air and dimmed the sky. The ground beneath them had already fractured into layers of broken stone and molten seams, unable to withstand the pressure they radiated.
Behind them, the last defensive formations spun desperately, flickering under the pull of the distant Chaos Refinement Storm.
In front of them, nine figures advanced.
No pause. No hesitation.
The moment the distance closed, the kings unleashed everything.
The sky tore open.
A blade spanning the horizon descended, carving the air into two. A gravitational collapse followed, dragging debris, bodies, and energy into a crushing center. Storms of molten fire rained down in sheets, while colossal summoned titans rose and swung weapons heavy enough to shatter landscapes.
