Shrouded by cold and merciless darkness, two colossal forces faced each other. The battlefield stilled. Men, be they Orc or Human, held their breaths in anticipation. Their eyes were directed at the biggest event of the century – the Indomitable against the Unstoppable.

  Two murderous boulders were charging towards each other, they were big like comets and fast like lightning.

  Crash ?? and thunder ?, the battlefield was rent asunder! Violent light split the veil of darkness, blinding its observers. This wasn't just indomitable against the unstoppable; this was so much more powerful than that. This was two systems battling against each other – System versus Monster System.

  At the heart of the collision, the fabric of space and time rippled, struggling not to be torn apart by the chaotic energies. Then it twisted upon itself, locking in the clashing forces tight inside. Once again the battlefield stilled. Momentarily, there was no light, no shouts, no blades clashing against each other; there was nothing, not even... time.

  Time stood still. The universe pondered which one was stronger. Unstoppable or indominable?

  The answer came in a reality-rendering roar. It ushered with a thundering explosion, this one bigger than the last. Ten times bigger. Or perhaps even a hundred. The explosive roar was powerful, tyrannical – it was absolute. At that moment, all magic was rendered obsolete. It simply fizzled out as if intimidated.

  The thundering shockwave washed through the observers, trying to rip them apart. Thick, palpable tendrils of chaos touched their very core, tenderising their delicate souls.

  As unpleasant as it felt, the answer was clear. There was but one victor here...

  Orcs and demons alike, clawed at their chests, frowning at the disgusting sensation. In a dinging sound of defeat, the System message greeted them:

  [Orcus The Bloody was Disintegrated]

  [Monster System afflicts you with Sundered]

  [HP, MP, STA – are halved]

  [All regeneration and recovery is halted]

  This was devastating in so many ways. What this meant was that no matter how hard they tried, be it spells or potions, they couldn't mend their sundered pools.

  Corrupted Humans, however, weren't similarly affected. A different message greeted them, its dinging sounding pleased:

  [Chaos seeps into your souls]

  [Monster System buffs you with ChaosTouched]

  [HP, MP, STA – are temporarily interchangeable]

  ...

  Orcus the Bloody was no more, but it didn't mean that this was the end of the Legion – at least that's not what Tzitzimitl, the Master of the second Legion, thought.

  Her Legion, the Second Legion, wasn't affected by the Sundering. And the sundered Orcs of the First Legion still had a fitting purpose to serve. Yes, if she roused them with a bit of stern wrangling the situation could still be salvaged.

  Would she fight this battle to win? – No, she was no fool. She was very well aware that she will be fighting to simply survive. But this was her battle to fight!

  She pointed her skeletal finger, commanding the Fiends and Balrogs to lead the charge and buy her some time. Her other hand swept over the remaining Orcs. Her fine dress of skin and bones swayed in the absence of wind as she charged a powerful spell.

  "[Sacrifice]"

  Orcish flesh and bones turned to dust in a flash.

  Tzitzimitl now had an incredible pool of life force in her withered hands, and she will put it to good use.

  "[AreaProtection:SoulDrain]," a spell exploded in her hand, covering the entire battlefield.

  "[AreaProtection:NegativeEnergy]," another spell exploded in her other hand.

  "[AreaProtection:DarkDamage]," and another, now in her third hand.

  "[AreaProtection:BadLuck]," a fourth hand flung the wide-area spell.

  This would help to protect her and hers from all sorts of foul magics. Especially from that sundered debuff. It was too late to save the Fiends and Balrogs from the sundering effect, but it didn't mean they couldn't be buffed to amend that. Plus, her girls could use a buff or four.

  "[MassBoost: DeathDamage]," a dark damage buff capable of penetrating armour washed over the Legion.

  "[MassBoost: UndyingLoyalty]," this buff would allow them to fight to the bitter end

  "[MassBoost: UncannyPrecision]," something to pierce the shrouding darkness.

  "[MassBoost: SoulFurnace]," a double-edged buff, exchanging soul energy for power.

  A part of the legion was sacrificed to bolster the rest.

  Fiends, their muscles ripping with power, clashed with Dark Knights. Balrogs, their maws spitting fire, shattered the knights' defences.

  Tieflings rained negative energy spells on the Scroll Squires. The anti-magic energy turned their scrolls into useless shreds. The Succubi released Charms prodding the squires' defences, draining their mana pools with various Curses.

  The Lantern Bearers tumbled around in disarray, desperate to mitigate the negative effects with their accursed lantern flame. The DarkFlame shrunk upon the overwhelming assault, as if covering against the united might of the Legion.

  Their leader, this Monster Duke, remained still and motionless at his spot, clearly left not-so-unscatched from his unstoppable charge. His meteoric charge was spent, leaving him as an immobile boulder.

  The corrupted Humans were faltering; they were failing.

  Good!

  Tzitzimitl touched the tooth and bone crown at her head. Perhaps the legion wouldn't just survive. Perhaps they still might win. Yes, she was one of thirteen Demonic Generals. Yes, she can win this one. Yes!

  Out of all Demonic Generals she was the one most proficient in Dark magic. If anything, Death and Darkness was her forte. If anyone could, it was exactly her who could still turn this around.

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  She gathered the rest of the life energy in all four of her withered hands, her skeletal face contorting in a malicious grin.

  "[ExpendAllSouls]," she took a deep breath, her blackened throat sucking in something imperceptible. "[MulticastOvercharge]," her four limbs gathered an impressive ball of magic, images of tortured faces rippling at its surface. "[FithSunEnd]!!!"

  The ball of magic she had gathered exploded in a whirlpool of enraged faces. The shadows of sacrificed orks flying above Tzitzimitl and clumping together in a sickly, oily sphere. The dark sphere flashed with unnatural life, drinking upon the summoned darkness. A fire fed upon the sacrifice of orcs was breathed alive, blazing on their life essence and their souls, birthing a new miniature sun.

  The fake sun blazed above Tzitzimitl, burning cold. This was her ultimate spell, Fith Sun End, the harbinger of True Death.

  The unnatural darkness summoned by the enemy served against them. The Fith Sun End greedily swallowed all the spare darkness. The sun flashed angrily, spelling doom to all.

  With the sun's flash, the space ripped in bolts of dark lighting. Thick, merciless javelins slammed at every and all that was alive. The Corrupted Humans shrivelled upon its assault, clutching at their cores as it to protect their souls.

  Unfortunately, the demons and her girls were hit by the same spell. However, she had made appropriate protections beforehand. Their souls were safe.

  Tzitzimitl raised her hands towards the Fith Sun End in revery. "Feast upon them! Eat the souls of all! Bring the end to my enemy! "

  With such proclamation, dark sparking motes left her body, further withering her already skeletal figure. They were flying towards the starved sun, further powering its anger.

  "Ha-ha-ha! This is the HARVEST of Death!!!"

  The Fith Sun End tightened its grip on the cores of Corrupted Humans, crackling lighting threatening to rip their very souls apart.

  Tzitzimitl was fighting Dark magic with even darker magic. No one would have expected this, and more importantly, she was winning!

  The only reason the enemy hadn't succumbed yet was the flickering light of their lanterns. Somehow it fought off her life-ending spell. But even so, the flame was growing weaker by the second, the purple embers struggling to stay alight.

  Soon, very soon, they all will fall

  "Ha-ha-ha!"

  Yes, forget the retreat. The victory was hers!

  But then...

  A commanding voice erupted from nothing, encompassing everything in a single instant. "Enough." It chirped simultaneously, from absolute void to total presence.

  "Enough!" It ordered in unified command of stern, spidery chirps.

  "Enough!!!" It was an edict born from the void, echoing in every corner of nearby existence.

  It chirped three times, each chirp more powerful. With its last chirp, something rippled in reality, springing from nothing into everything. Shadowed forms emerged from midnight shadows, their being spidery and their ghost-like faces snarling. They pulled together to form a massive head of a spider, vicious and menacing in its appearance.

  It arose from the void, becoming alive in a singular moment. And... Oh-gods did it look angry.

  "This Harvest is ours!" It declared in reality-defying chirp.

  Tzitzimitl acknowledged the foreboding entity looming in the sky. It was impossible not to feel its power. Something... Something out of this world burned in its four merciless eyes, purple like the lantern flame below.

  She didn't like its eyes, not one bit. They reeked of fake divinity.

  "Shut up! Enough of you!" She flung her hand sending the conjured mini sun towards the offending entity.

  Her quick Identity told that the offending thing in the sky was simply named as a mere Darkness Spider. It didn't sound all too impressive. Either way, Fith Sun End will make short work of it.

  Or it should have done so...

  The spider leapt towards the sun, wrapping the orb in its shadow-formed limbs. Apparently, their sizes were matched. No... The spider was slightly bigger.

  "Impossible..." Tzitzimitl uttered in disbelief.

  Her ultimate spell was made to feed on souls and darkness, the very thing the spider appeared to be made of. And yet, the spider persevered, wrapping a miniature sun in a shadow-spun thread, attempting to trap it in a hastily spun web.

  Then... Just like the spider did, out of nowhere but from everywhere and all at once, more shadow-veiled figures sprung forth – a horde of figures wearing umbral shade as their second skin.

  "How..." Tzitzimitl uttered at another impossibility.

  She had SoulSight, and the Fith Sun End had auto-targeting. By laws of nature, it was impossible for them to be left unspotted for so long. And yet, somehow, they avoided all detection.

  Shadow Rogues stepped out of the shadows, directly amid Tieflings and Succubi. Her girls were busy casting spells at Dark Knights and Scroll Squires, unable to notice the threat in time.

  [Backstab], [Reap], [CriticalStire], [Assassinate] – a plethora of nasty skills were uttered in a whispering, unholy execution.

  Magic casters, demons or not, weren't made to survive an ambush nasty like this. Without even uttering a dying scream, they expired in droves of limp bodies, like puppets whose strings were suddenly cut.

  Fiends and Balrogs found themselves clashing with yet another force – spiders clad entirely in metal. The metal monstrosities looked incredulously heavy yet moved with unbelievable grace. Their metal blades cleaving through demons, reaping their heads in a bizarre harvest.

  Tzitzimitl didn't know or care where these spidery monstrosities came from or when they did so. Her attention was locked solely on the miniature sun and the spider. A spider who threatened to weil her magnificent sun in its disgusting shadow-spun thread.

  "This cannot be..." She uttered once again.

  This was darkness against darkness: spiders born from shadows and chaos and the Fith Sun End – a spell made to consume exactly things as such. Her ultimate spell was a natural counter, and yet... The Darkness Spider was ultimately winning, fighting her darkness with even bigger darkness.

  This was ridiculous! It felt so... unfair.

  Was it that strange divinity that powered the spider? Or was it the sheer amount of souls the snarling spider gathered behind it? – The true source of its power remained an enigma.

  Wrapping the sun entirely in its web like some squirming fly, the Darkness Spider snarled menacingly once again.

  "Harvest... It is time for our Harvest!" It boomed in a cacophony of a thousand chirps. "[HARVEST!]," the voices proclaimed in an unholy symphony, spelling the begging of an end.

  That was when Tzitzimitl realised that she should have fled then the time was right, then she still had the time; just as she had originally planned. But... It was all too late.

  Threads of darkest darkness, blacker than the void, shot out of the spider. The threads were ethereal catching the souls of dying demons, denying the Fith Sun End its natural fuel.

  Suddenly, with renewed vigour, the fire in the lanterns burned ever brighter. Soon, it was bright enough to Smite Fiends and even Balrogs to piles of glistening salt. Then and there, simply deleted by deified light.

  Her plan to win and save the Legion unravelled in mere seconds.

  But this was not the end...

  She gathered the last remaining life energy in all four of her hands. Bartering her own soul, if it came to it. She powered her last, the most mega-ultimate spell! She knew of the steep price, she would likely perish, but at least she would take the foul minions of this Monster King with herself!

  "You will not have your Harvest spider! [Blackhole]!!!" She shot her hands forward, towards the now-webbed sun.

  The mega-ultimate spell wasn't instantaneous; it took time for it to take a proper shape. Nor could she allow herself to be interrupted in this crucial moment.

  Tzitzimitl surrounded herself with the last remaining paws of the Legion. Fiends scrambled to form ranks in the last ditch of defence. It was shabby, but it was enough; all she needed was one paltry minute.

  Despite the buff protecting her from bad luck, fate spat into her face once again. The unstoppable boulder stirred to life all of a sudden, turning its big shell of a body towards her.

  "[UnstoppableCharge]," the boulder belowed.

  Then, like a shooting comet, the Monster Duke launched himself towards the line of fiends. The fiends stood no chance, they ended up in a smeared line of demonic paste.

  "Just a bit more... A few more seconds..." Tzitzimitl tracked the shooting comet with her hollow eyes.

  Then... Just before the boulder could reach her, her body crumbled to salt and dust, her life force spent. But not before Tzitzimitl cackled her last line of, "Ha, ha, ha," – her laughter disappearing into the depths of unnatural midnight.

  All the unstoppable boulder scattered was simply useless dust. Her spell, however, was... complete.

  Fith Sun End shrunk, transforming into a resentful black hole. Its appetite was endless, Impossible to quench. It was powerful enough to end the world, or at least delete the entire battlefield from existence.

  And yet...

  "[HARVEST!]," the Darkness Spider chirped, its voice disturbingly jovial.

  Then, like a candied marble, the spider swallowed the blackhole with barely kept gusto.

  ":3," the spider grimaced before safely dissolving back into the midnight shadow.