The incoming slash traveled with absolute, fatal velocity, leaving a pitch-black vacuum in its wake that threatened to swallow the entire platform whole.
[The Spatial Scramble]
"[INSTANT TELEPORTATION]!" Yoru screamed.
A localized pocket of dark mist erupted around her frame. In a microsecond, her physical coordinates completely dissolved, allowing her to instantly teleport out of the line of fire. The horizontal line of the dimensional slash tore right through the space she had occupied a heartbeat prior, missing her by a literal thread of fabric.
But the real crisis wasn't the initial path—it was the erratic spatial ricochet that followed. The sheer density of the cut warped reality, threatening a massive kinetic backlash that could erase the rest of the vanguard.
Lapis dropped into a heavy stance, his purple eyes spinning at dangerous, breaking velocities. His hands blurred into an ancient sequence of administrative seals. "[SPACE WARPING]!"
With a roaring distortion, the empty space directly in front of the team twisted into a series of jagged, glowing geometric folds. The localized reality bent backward, absorbing the violent reflect of the space-time rift and redirecting the concussive shockwave away from their immediate coordinates. Lapis gritted his teeth, veins popping on his forehead as he barely managed to stabilize the surrounding perimeter.
[The Lord of Eroded Primal Fire]
Before anyone could exhale, the dark smoke inside the massive gateway completely disintegrated, blown away by a sound that shook the very core of the dungeon.
The Void Drachoon roared.
It wasn't a standard, physical cry—it was a conceptual shockwave of pure administrative authority. The sheer acoustic and gravitational density of the roar violently shattered the giant dark gate, turning the indestructible structure into a million fragments of floating debris.
The resulting kinetic blast hit the vanguard like a freight train. One by one, the elite warriors—Carod, Saina, Ruta, Neweland, Gaia, and even Cynthia—were violently thrown away across the obsidian floor like fragile scraps of paper, unable to find an anchor against the sheer weight of the sound.
As the dust finally settled, the true, terrifying form of the Sovereign's High Commander stood fully revealed under the bleeding nebula.
It was a magnificent, god-like leviathan creature that bridged the gap between dragon and celestial entity. Its long, serpentine body was sculpted from polished, dark cosmic metal, glowing with deep violet and neon turquoise accents that patterned down its tail like glowing runes. Floating effortlessly in the vacuum, the entity didn't possess standard leather wings; instead, a massive, hyper-technological mechanical ring structure hovered behind its shoulders, projecting ethereal, wing-like blades made of shifting purple cosmic nebulae and dark matter energy.
Its head was heavily armored, flanked by sharp, crystalline horns that glowed with a menacing violet flame. But the most terrifying features were its dual weapons. Hovering alongside its left mechanical wing-blade was a massive, crystalline broadsword that burned with a lethal blend of cosmic starlight and orange flame. Opposite to it, held by the creature's central cosmic focus, was a pristine, translucent blade of solid, glowing turquoise light that hummed with administrative code. It was the absolute embodiment of cosmic execution.
[The Live Stream Catastrophe]
Up on the orbital mothership, the main command console began to emit thick grey smoke. SK was clutching his microphone with trembling hands, his face completely pale as his transmission screens flickered violently between static and the live feed.
"V-Viewers... are you seeing this?!" SK's voice shook, losing all of its previous theatrical hype. "The energy signature... it's breaking our ship's classification database! The high commander is not just a boss... it's a cosmic dragon! The entire dimension is coming apart from a single roar! Can the captain and the Z-Elites even survive five seconds against this entity?!"
The live chat was moving in a state of absolute, unmitigated panic:
User_SolarFlare99: "WHAT IS THAT THING?! Those floating cosmic wings and dual energy swords... this isn't a dungeon boss, this is a literal galactic deity!"
Z_Rank_Watcher: "Lapis barely saved them with that Space Warping! If Yoru hadn't used Instant Teleportation, she would have been cut out of existence! "
Galaxy_Brain_99: "Look at those swords! One is burning with orange starlight and the other is pure neon energy! We are looking at a Outerversal tier calamity! RIP the Z-Elites "
Light_Clan_Stan: "13 minutes left on the clock... and they can't even stand up straight against its roar. Techyon, Cynthia... please drop a miracle
The high-frequency hum of the Drachoon's dual weapons was a physical weight pressing down on the vanguard. The countdown was down to twelve minutes, and every microsecond they spent frozen in awe was a microsecond closer to their absolute erasure.
[The Lethal Counter]
"[SPIRIT BLADE]!" Yoru roared, her yellow aura exploding into a towering pillar of ethereal energy.
A massive, hyper-condensed blade of pure spiritual force erupted directly from her palms, glowing with a jagged, violet hue that temporarily pushed back the void pressure of the room. With a sudden burst of massively faster than light speed, she threw herself forward, rushing straight toward the floating form of the Void Drachoon with her weapon aimed at its throat.
But the High Commander didn't even raise its dual swords to parry.
As Yoru's spirit blade sliced through the coordinates of its neck, the Void Drachoon's serpentine body moved like a literal digital glitch in reality. Its physical form stuttered, displacing itself by a few meters instantaneously without a single frame of motion, leaving Yoru's massive strike to cut through empty vacuum.
Before she could adjust her momentum, the Drachoon's armored head snapped toward her. With a silent, blinding trajectory, it swung its right weapon—the massive crystalline broadsword burning with a volatile blend of cosmic starlight and orange flame—straight at her torso.
Sensing the fatal heat of the trajectory, Yoru didn't dare to block. '[INSTANT TELEPORTATION]!' she thought frantically.
A dark mist enveloped her a millisecond before the burning edge could connect. She vanished from the strike zone and instantly teleported back to the vanguard line, landing heavily beside Techyon and Cynthia. Her breathing was ragged, and thin trails of steam were rising from her armor just from being near the weapon's heat.
She wiped her faceplate, her gaze locked onto the floating titan. "Does everyone know what this thing actually is?! My spirit blade didn't even register a collision box on it!"
Ruta stepped forward, his igneous armor cracking as his glowing magma core flickered in complete, unadulterated horror. He pointed a trembling, rock-hewn hand at the weapon in the Drachoon's right grip.
"It... it can't be..." Ruta's voice choked with an ancient panic. "That sword... that sword in its hand is The Sword of Supernova! This is the legendary weapon recorded in the deepest archives of the Flame Clan! This is a weapon that doesn't just burn physical matter... this is what can burn conceptual laws and systems themselves!"