Suckersburg burned with panic.
Not from fire—but from presence.
Draco Jay stood at the city gates, slowly finishing what used to be a 6-star guardian.
The moment the last trace of resistance vanished—
the air itself became heavier.
The citizens ran.
Not because they had hope.
But because they had none left.
Draco Jay tilted his head slightly, licking the remnants of power from his hand.
Then he shouted—
"BRING ME YOUR STRONGEST ADVENTURER HERE!!!"
His voice shook the entire city wall.
Cracks formed just from sound pressure alone.
The guards hesitated.
They knew the truth.
Jhonathan wasn't here.
He was on a mission far away.
And without him—
there was no guarantee of survival.
Elsewhere.
High above a shattered mountain range—
Mark Angelo and Jhonathan clashed again.
Lightning split the sky.
Blade collided with mana beam.
Each impact sent shockwaves that bent clouds into spirals.
The battlefield itself was breaking apart under the weight of their exchange.
Mark Angelo pushed forward.
A surge of compressed water energy formed behind him.
Jhonathan answered instantly.
A single strike.
Clean.
Absolute.
Mark Angelo was thrown back through multiple layers of air pressure, crashing into a broken cliffside.
For a moment—
silence.
"…Too fast," Mark muttered.
Then both of them froze.
A distant sound reached them.
Screaming.
From Suckersburg.
Jhonathan's expression shifted.
"…Town's under attack."
Mark Angelo clicked his tongue.
"…Of course it is."
Without hesitation—
they both moved at once.
The mountain beneath them shattered.
A leap.
A descent.
A freefall from a peak larger than Mount Everest.
They didn't land.
They arrived.
The ground cracked violently as they hit the outskirts of Suckersburg, dust exploding outward in a massive shockwave.
In the distance—
Draco Jay turned slowly.
A grin forming.
"…Finally."
And the three monsters of the new era stood in the same battlefield.