"STAY LOWWWW!!!”

  A fierce, commanding voice rang out, accompanied by the resonant chime of a sacred bell and vortex of flame. The battlefield trembled under the weight of the ongoing war. A vortex of flames engulfed the land beyond the city gates, the once-pristine fields now reduced to a hellish wasteland littered with the towering corpses of fallen titans. Smoke billowed into the sky, mixing with the dark storm clouds overhead.

  Above, the Thunder King—Chris Elysionsonn—soared through the air, surrounded by countless flying Greater Titans. His eyes burned with electric fury as he unleashed thunderous judgment upon them. With each swing of his crackling spear, bolts of divine lightning arced through the sky, striking the monstrous invaders with pinpoint accuracy. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The sky became a symphony of destruction, flashes of electric blue illuminating the battlefield as the scorched remains of titans plummeted like meteors.

  His sharp gaze flicked downward as a new wave of warriors poured in from the horizon—the reinforcements had arrived.

  On the ground, Ellie Camberwell and Cassian Alma, who had been defending the Royal Capital, gasped in relief. Ellie wiped the sweat and grime from her brow, her body aching from the relentless fight. Cassian exhaled, tightening her belt tightly. "Finally… they’re here!”

  A blur of motion streaked across the battlefield. A deadly wind followed as Marge Verdant, Captain of the Phantom Shadows, landed amidst a swarm of titans. Her body, dusted in the toxic residue of her poisonous moths, pulsed with lethal energy. With a flick of her twin glaives, she became a whirlwind of death. Her movements were swift, fluid, and merciless—every slash of her blade left behind a sickly green afterimage, and in mere seconds, the titans began to disintegrate where they stood. Their bodies withered and crumbled, their roars cut short as her poison took effect, corroding them from the inside out.

  Her power had evolved ever since the Emperor Ring: Lethal Moon awakened. Now, every step she took left behind a toxic wake, the battlefield turning into a graveyard for any creature unfortunate enough to enter her domain.

  Across the battlefield, another force of nature emerged—Ika Honohara, Captain of the Elysian Reserve. Standing firm, she rang her Sacred Bell, sending out waves of purifying flame. The sound reverberated through the battlefield, filling the warriors with renewed strength, closing their wounds, and reigniting their spirits. But for the enemy, it was a death knell. Her flames did not merely burn—they cleansed. The vile corruption of the titans shriveled and burned away under the sacred fire, their monstrous flesh peeling like dried parchment before turning to ash.

  Ika’s arms trembled slightly as she maintained the massive ring of fire, scorching entire hordes of the relentless creatures. She gritted her teeth, sweat running down her brow. No matter how many she burned, more kept coming.

  Her dark eyes narrowed as a dark realization gripped her.

  "There’s no end to them…" she whispered, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her ceremonial sword.

  Something was wrong.

  ——

  At the front of the battlefield, Lorenzo Mazco, his Emperor Ring newly awakened, stood resolute before the towering Primordial Coeus. The Titan Keep loomed behind him, its ancient chains trembling under the strain of the growing battle. Behind Lorenzo, his warriors formed up, a ragged yet determined force, knowing full well they were overpowered—but Titan’s Keep must not fall. No matter the cost.

  From the middle line, Hans Nimbersonn and Martin Apollo readied themselves to halt Coeus’ advance. Hans cast a glance at Martin, determination burning in his eyes. "Go support Lady Rena at the back," he ordered, voice firm. "That last attack obliterated her defenses. The backline must have suffered serious casualties.”

  Martin’s jaw tightened, but he gave a curt nod. Tapping his boots, a burst of wind ignited beneath him, and in an instant, he launched himself at tremendous speed toward the rear lines, his Tuning Blade already resonating with explosive vibrations.

  ——

  Coeus’ wings unfurled. A single beat of those colossal appendages sent a concussive shockwave through the air. The force hurled Lorenzo’s warriors backward. Lorenzo slammed into the ground, his vision darkening for a heartbeat before he forced himself up, pain be damned.

  “Get up!” he bellowed, his voice raw. “We can’t let him reach the chains!”

  Ron unleashed a torrent of fireballs, explosions blooming against Coeus’ celestial plumage—yet the cosmic feathers merely shimmered, absorbing the impact without a scratch. Drake’s lizards swarmed the titan’s , their razor teeth sinking into the dense, otherworldly flesh, but Coeus ruffled his wings, sending them flying with a mere flick.

  WIen charged, his iron gauntlets blazing with energy as he delivered a crushing strike against the titan’s massive form—but Coeus didn’t even flinch.

  Paul moved like a phantom, his frozen rapier a streak of silver light. His aim was true—Coeus’ eye.

  The titan’s head snapped toward him. A talon lashed out—

  Paul barely had time to register the movement before the force sent him crashing into a boulder, blood spraying from his mouth. Lorenzo’s heart clenched. They were outmatched. Coeus' shadow loomed, his golden eyes cold and impassive as if the mortals before him were no more than insects beneath his feet. But Lorenzo struck first. His blade, ablaze with blue hell fire, carved through the battlefield like a comet, aiming straight for Coeus’ chest.

  The impact should have been devastating.

  It barely left a wound.

  The Titan’s flesh parted only slightly, golden ichor dripping from the shallow cut. The only strike to have wounded him thus far. Coeus’ expression darkened. His wings flexed. And then— A deafening boom shattered the air.

  With a single flap of his wings, Coeus unleashed a barrage of starbursts—blazing projectiles of destruction, each one a miniature sun. The air ignited, turning into a maelstrom of fire and force. The impact alone sent warriors flying, their bodies swallowed by flames before they even had a chance to scream.

  “SCATTER!” Lorenzo roared.

  Lorenzo’s warriors barely managed to evade the onslaught, diving behind crumbling fortifications and conjuring barriers of ice and stone. But the heat alone was enough to melt armor—

  Wien screamed as his plate mail liquefied, searing into his flesh.

  Before Coeus could unleash another volley, a massive water tendril spiraled through the inferno, striking his side with an explosive burst of force. The titan recoiled slightly, his wings shifting as he veered skyward to avoid the second strike.

  Hans had entered the fray.

  "Don’t just stand there! Move!" Hans bellowed, conjuring another massive wave from the shattered remnants of the battlefield’s rivers. The water surged, twisting into jagged spears before hurtling toward Coeus.

  Lorenzo wasted no time. He turned to his team, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Fall back and support the backline! We need to hold Titan’s Keep!”

  Hans turned to him urgently. "Send a message to the capital—“

  "We can’t!" Lorenzo’s voice was grim. "The capital is under siege. They’re keeping Chris and the remaining captains occupied. At this rate… the Keep will fall.”

  A terrible shriek pierced the air, drowning out their words. The very ground beneath them shuddered and cracked—and then, from the abyss, something began to rise. The earth itself split apart as a dark chasm yawned open. But this was no simple fissure. From within the abyss, nightmares were born. Hordes of Titans, grotesque and terrible, of all shapes and forms, crawled, slithered, and stomped their way into the battlefield. Some writhed with too many limbs, others had gaping maws filled with endless rows of jagged teeth. Their eyes gleamed with a terrible, unnatural hunger.

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  Then, Coeus charged. His movements were too fast, his power too immense. With a single powerful flap of his wings, he crossed the battlefield in an instant, bypassing the frontline entirely and reached the gate of the Keep, where the barrier once stood—now shattered, its remnants flickering like dying embers. The mere gust of his arrival sent remaining knights and clerics hurtling through the air like scattered leaves. Weapons splintered upon impact with his feather. Spells dissipated before they could even reach him. The battlefield trembled beneath his presence, a storm given form, a force beyond mortal reckoning.

  Only two figures still stood. Rena Lumius and Martin Apollo. Battered, bloodied, but unyielding.

  Rena tightened her grip on her staff, golden light cascading from her fingertips. Around her, the remnants of her celestial host—the last of the Golden Angels—hovered, their radiant wings battered yet still gleaming with divine fire. She exhaled, steadying herself as she raised her staff high.

  "By the will of the Radiant Throne, let the heavens part! Divine Edict: Golden Seal of Anathema!”

  The sky split open. A pillar of golden light descended, searing through the darkness, forcing Coeus to halt his advance for the briefest of moments. Her angels, empowered by her decree, twisted and danced through the air, their forms blurring into streaks of molten gold as they struck at Coeus with blinding speed.

  But Coeus was relentless. With a single sweep of his wing, he shredded through the angels, scattering their celestial essence like embers in a storm. His gaze locked onto Rena, his abyssal eyes burning with contempt.

  Martin moved.

  His Emperor Ring pulsed with power, his Humming Sun igniting as the air itself sang around him. He spun his Tuning Blade, its resonant hum escalating into a deafening crescendo.

  "Vibrant Soundwave—Piercing Crescendo!”

  A violent shockwave tore through the battlefield, sending razor-sharp frequencies slashing through Coeus’ form. The Titan recoiled, his cosmic plumes rippling under the strain, his form distorting as the soundwaves cut through the very fabric of his being. A guttural hiss escaped him as he faltered, his vast wings momentarily stilled by the resonance. But it was only a moment—a moment that Rena and Martin knew they had to seize.

  Rena took the opportunity, raising her staff once more. Her voice rang clear and resolute. "Hallowed Chains, unshackle the sins of eternity! Sanctum Bind!” From the ground, golden chains erupted, searing with divine inscriptions as they coiled around Coeus’ limbs, anchoring him in place. For a moment, just a moment, he was bound.

  Martin was already moving. He leapt, his blade vibrating at an impossible frequency, distorting the air around him as he unleashed another strike. "Harmonic Rupture!” His blade connected—Coeus reeled back, his movements momentarily disrupted as the resonance of the attack disoriented his form.

  Rena was already preparing her third invocation.

  She lifted her staff skyward, light pouring into her battered body as she chanted. Her voice rang like a chorus of a thousand divine echoes.

  "O Eternal Dawn, purge the darkness! Nirvana’s Judgement!”—The sky burned. A massive golden sigil materialized above, its radiance illuminating the battlefield like a second sun. A beam of purifying fire erupted, crashing down onto Coeus, engulfing him in a maelstrom of holy wrath.

  The battlefield trembled under the divine fury. The very air crackled with sacred energy. And then—Coeus roared. With an earth-shattering shriek, he spread his wings wide. The divine flames flickered, twisted, then shattered apart as his form emerged from the inferno—unscathed.

  With terrifying speed, he lunged forward. His talons lashed out toward Rena. Martin moved without hesitation. His blade vibrated at its highest frequency yet, a final desperate attempt to intercept the blow. The force of his strike met Coeus’ talon mid-air, creating a sonic explosion that sent shockwaves across the battlefield. The impact forced Coeus back.

  But it wasn’t enough. And then, Coeus struck again. A dark wave of power surged from his form, an all-consuming force that crashed over them like an unstoppable tide. Martin’s defenses crumbled, his form sent hurtling across the battlefield. Rena’s light flickered and waned, her angels shattering as she collapsed beside him.

  ——

  By the time Lorenzo, Hans, and the Titan Slayers arrived, it was too late.

  Martin and Rena lay motionless. Their chests barely rose with breath. They were still alive—but only just. Lorenzo clenched his teeth, fury and despair twisting inside him. He could hear the distant cries of his men, the crumbling of Titan’s Keep under the unrelenting assault. If they lost here, Elysion itself would fall next.

  His Emperor Ring flared as he and Hans surged forward, their combined energy igniting the battlefield in brilliant flashes of light and shadow. Lorenzo’s dark aura swirled around him as he conjured his Oblivion's Fang—an enormous, writhing form of abyssal energy that lunged at Coeus, attempting to bind the titan’s wings.

  Hans followed up in tandem, his Emperor Ring surging as he formed razor-thin Water Blades. With a sharp flick of his hands, he sent them slicing through the air, their edges honed to perfection, aiming for Coeus’s joints and tendons.

  Coeus snarled. His wings pulsed, the sheer force of their movement scattering the Oblivion's Fang into tendrils of dissipating darkness. Lorenzo cursed, adjusting his stance for another attempt, but Coeus was already countering. A pulse of raw cosmic energy radiated outward, shattering Hans’s Water Blades mid-flight before they could land a decisive blow.

  The Titan Slayers followed in after them. Ron and Drake rushed toward the fallen forms of Rena and Martin, dodging the debris and energy surges that rocked the battlefield. Drake hoisted Martin onto his back, gritting his teeth under the weight, while Ron carefully lifted Rena.

  “Get them clear!” Hans barked as he narrowly evaded a massive talon strike. Ron and Drake didn’t need to be told twice. They sprinted through the chaos, weaving between the crumbling ruins of the Keep as Coeus’ fury bore down on the battlefield.

  Lorenzo and Hans stood their ground.

  “We have to hold him back!” Lorenzo growled, his sword wreathed in black lightning. “We can’t let him reach the chains!”

  Hans nodded, summoning another barrage of Water Blades. “Then we give it everything we’ve got.”

  They launched forward, their Emperor Rings burning with divine intensity as they clashed with the cosmic titan once more.

  Lorenzo clenched his teeth, fury and despair twisting inside him. “Hans—lend me your power.”

  Hans nodded, his Emperor Ring igniting in a brilliant blue aura. Lorenzo’s dark light flared in response. Together, they unleashed the full force of their power, their rings burning with divine energy. The two turned to Coeus as he reached the first chain, his massive talon closing around it. The metal groaned under the pressure, the ancient links straining as Coeus pulled with all his might. With a sickening crack, the chain snapped, the sound echoing through the mountains like a death knell.

  “No!” Lorenzo shouted, his voice filled with despair. He charged at Coeus, his sword glowing with the blue hell flame. He struck at the titan’s talon, wounding the colossal Titan.

  Coeus didn’t even flinch as he turned his attention to the next chain, his movements deliberate and unstoppable. One by one, the chains that had held the primordial titans for centuries began to break, the ancient magic that had bound them unraveling.

  They fought with everything they had, but they were no match for Coeus. Each time they struck, the titan simply brushed them aside, his focus entirely on breaking the chains. The air was thick with the sound of battle, the clash of steel against armor, the roar of flames, and the hiss of ice, but it was clear they were losing.

  “We can’t stop him,” Hans muttered, his voice filled with frustration and fear. “He’s too strong.”

  “We have to keep trying,” Lorenzo said through gritted teeth, his breath ragged as he struggled to stay on his feet. “We can’t let him release the primordials.”

  But it was too late. With a final, thunderous crack, the last chain snapped, the ancient bindings shattering into pieces. Coeus stepped back, a satisfied rumble emanating from his massive chest as the ground beneath Titan’s Keep began to shake violently.

  The earth split open, and from the depths of the keep, the primordial titans began to emerge.

  The first to emerge was Typhon, the Titan of Storms. His massive form was covered in scales like a serpent, his eyes glowing with a fierce, electric blue light. As he rose from the depths, the sky above darkened, and the wind howled through the mountains, carrying with it the scent of ozone and impending doom. Bolts of lightning crackled around him, striking the ground with terrifying precision.

  Oceanus, the Titan of the Ocean, followed close behind. His form was that of a leviathan, his body covered in scales that shimmered like the surface of the sea. As he emerged, the air grew heavy with moisture, and a tidal wave of water surged up from the chasm, flooding the battlefield and washing away everything in its path.

  Next came Hyperion, the Titan of Solar Fire. His body was wreathed in flames, his eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. The heat emanating from him was unbearable, scorching the earth and setting the very air ablaze. The ground beneath his feet turned to molten lava as he stepped forward, his roar shaking the mountains.

  Theia, the Titaness of Steel, emerged with a roar that sounded like the grinding of metal against metal. Her body was encased in gleaming, silver armor, her form that of a dragon with scales as hard as steel. As she moved, the ground trembled, the very earth groaning under the weight of her massive form.

  Finally, Leto, the Titaness of Shadow, rose from the depths. Her form was that of a panther, her body covered in sleek, black fur that seemed to absorb the light around her. As she moved, shadows stretched and twisted, enveloping the battlefield in darkness. Her eyes glowed with an eerie, red light, the only source of illumination in the pitch-black void that surrounded her.

  And then—Rem appeared beside Coeus, floating above the chaos, her laughter chilling.

  "Welcome back, Uncle. Aunt." Her voice dripped with triumph. "The Age of Primordials has returned.”

  The six Primordials roared, their fury shaking the heavens.

  And the world would never be the same again.