While Vex's shadow-tentacles held the Storm Dragon in place, crushing his tail, the immense weight of Thamriel's pagoda descended from the heavens to shatter the beast's spine. Simultaneously, from the dark crevices of the courtyard below, five Void Acid beams shot upward to obliterate the Dragon's skull.
Before a single attack could connect, a woman's voice—ethereal, cold, and deadly—echoed throughout the battlefield.
"True Divinity of Sword Intent - Domain of the Formless Blade."
Instantly, the night sky was filled with the deafening, metallic hum of invisible steel.
"What was that sound?" Grandmaster Vex demanded, his masked gaze darting across the airspace as he searched for the source.
There was no grand flash of light, no physical weapons materialized. Yet, the first to feel the impact of Ezmelral's unseen attack were the crushing shadow-tentacles. Several invisible blade cuts instantly appeared along their lengths.
A fraction of a second later, the dark grasps were flawlessly shredded apart like confetti.
Next to succumb to the devastating strike were the five ascending Void Acid beams. They were split cleanly down the middle, detonating prematurely in a chaotic burst of shadow and void magic.
Finally, Thamriel's colossal pagoda was sliced horizontally, neatly severing the massive structure in half. Yet the invisible strikes were relentless. A vertical slice followed, and then several more, crisscrossing through the air until the heavy stone pagoda was reduced to nothing more than a harmless rain of debris.
"Nani?!" Thamriel gasped in shock, forced to witness his prized artifact shatter once again before his eyes.
When the violent shockwaves subsided, amidst the falling debris of the destroyed pagoda, the Storm Dragon was no longer alone.
Raiking was floating calmly before him, his left hand resting casually in his pocket, while his dark robes danced in the turbulent aftermath of the destruction.
Realizing his Master had intervened, the massive beast immediately shrank, his otherworldly flesh twisting back into his scaled, humanoid form. He bowed his head deeply in mid-air, blood dripping from his chin.
"Forgive me, Master," the Storm Dragon rumbled, shame in its voice. "I have been defeated."
"Do not worry," Raiking said, his void-black eyes showing no disappointment. "You cannot defeat that which you cannot understand."
Raiking slowly raised his right hand, directing his palm at the massive, pitch-black dome still in the courtyard.
With a subtle pulse of his Level 1 Entropy, the dome's fundamental structure was eradicated. It didn't shatter; it simply ceased to exist, turning into a fine grey ash carried away by the wind.
At the center stood Karthix. The heavily armored half-giant was drenched in sweat, his hands glowing with toxic energy as he prepared to launch another Void Acid beam against what had been a wall.
The Storm Dragon's eyes widened. "What does this mean?"
"You understand the basic principles of Shadow Magic, don't you?" Raiking asked smoothly.
The Storm Dragon nodded. "It allows the user to employ shadows as a gateway for teleportation or to store their own attacks within the darkness, releasing them from any available shadow nearby."
"A True Divinity can also store the attacks of others," Raiking clarified.
Realization dawned on the Dragon's scaled face. "I see. So, inside that dome... that demon was merely attacking the inner layer repeatedly with Void Acid. Their leader absorbed it all, using his absolute connection to the shadows as a gatekeeper to release the beams at me from below."
"Precisely," Raiking said. He floated forward and gently placed a hand on the Storm Dragon's broad, trembling shoulder. "I hope this defeat serves as an important lesson. The Guild is here to protect you now, but nothing in this world lasts forever. One day, the Guild may need to rely on you as its source of strength."
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Meanwhile, on the ground below, Thamriel had teleported from the sky, appearing beside Grandmaster Vex. The Tower of Gaze was panting heavily, his face pale from the backlash of his artifact's persistent destruction.
"So, you've finally decided to reveal yourself, leader of that Sect," Grandmaster Vex declared, his voice imbued with dark Qi to assert complete authority over the devastated courtyard.
Raiking slowly turned to face them. He neither spoke nor threatened, nor did he boast. His void-black eyes settled on the Grandmaster with the profound indifference of a man gazing at dust.
Then, Raiking took a step forward.
His foot did not fall through the sky; it landed solidly on empty space, as though he were descending an invisible staircase.
As his shoe tapped the air, a silent, imperceptible ripple of Level 1 Entropy spread outward across a horizontal plane. Instantly, the very tops of the remaining Silent Blade guard towers, the high spires of the Grandmaster's temple, and any floating debris above Raiking's current altitude silently turned to grey ash and drifted away in the wind.
He took another step down. Another wave of Entropy radiated outward, erasing the next story of the buildings.
It was an unspoken, absolute law of the universe made manifest: Nothing was allowed to stand above the God of Death.
Grandmaster Vex's breath caught beneath his obsidian mask. His True Divinity senses screamed warnings, primal terror gripping his heart. The effortless erosion of matter... this wasn't the Qi of a divine expert. It wasn't even Peak True Divinity.
He must be at the Demigod Stage, Vex realized, cold sweat breaking out across his neck. Or perhaps... something even more formidable.
The weight of their mistake crashed down upon the assassins. They hadn't merely disturbed a sleeping lion; they had been unaware of the towering presence of Mount Tai. However, even the tiniest of beings, when trapped, can muster the bravery to confront a top predator, regardless of how hopeless the challenge may seem.
"Don't let him descend!" Thamriel screamed suddenly, his eyes wide with horror as he grasped the trajectory of Raiking's steps. "If he touches the ground, that energy will obliterate the entire Clan!"
"Die!" Karthix roared from the crater below, pushing past his shattered shoulders to unleash a massive, desperate Void Acid beam directly at the descending figure.
Raiking didn't even blink. He took another step down.
Swish.
Before the toxic beam could cover half the distance, Ezmelral's Domain of the Formless Blade intercepted it. An invisible slash split the beam perfectly down the center, dispersing it into harmless mist.
Thamriel bit his thumb, drawing blood to forcibly replicate his destroyed artifact. Four medium-sized pagodas materialized above his hands, resonating with heavy, soul-crushing Qi. With a desperate yell, he hurled all four at Raiking like massive stone needles.
Swish.
The pagodas were instantly minced into thousands of tiny pebbles, raining harmlessly around Raiking as he took another slow, deliberate step downward. More of the surrounding buildings disintegrated into ash.
Gritting his teeth, Vex raised both hands. Shadows from the entire courtyard erupted, launching a relentless swarm of thick, jagged shadow-tentacles to bind the intruder.
Yet, Ezmelral remained the ultimate, unseen protector. The metallic hum of invisible steel sang through the air, effortlessly slicing the shadow grasps into nothingness as they entered the airspace.
Raiking didn't falter. He kept his left hand in his pocket, his expression unchanged, as he descended an invisible staircase while three of the continent's most feared assassins futilely hurled everything they had at him in sheer panic.
Realizing that simple attacks were useless against the invisible sword intent shielding the man in the sky, Vex's eyes darkened with absolute resolve.
If they were to survive the night, he had no choice but to unleash his true, absolute power.
"Thamriel! Karthix! Retreat!" Vex shouted, his dark aura exploding like a volcano as he activated his True Divinity of Shadow.
For thousands of years, the Grandmaster had not only avoided feeling such a sense of impending doom but had also never been compelled to unleash his True Divinity so early in a battle.
This urgent action was undeniable evidence that, after so many years, he was finally confronting a truly formidable opponent. Even if his ship were destined to sink tonight, he felt it in his very bones: this encounter would be immortalized in history as the day when two legends shook not just the entire Demon Region, but the heavens themselves.
A grin spread beneath Vex's obsidian mask. With blood coursing through him like a thousand armies' worth of killing intent, he began to recite the ultimate spell:
"True Divinity of Shadow - The Umbra's Emissary!"