"What did you say?"
"Everyone knows that items have limits, even if they're Artifacts," Horizon shot back, a sharp edge to his voice. "It would be a matter of ti before that fake dragon crumbled and by then, you're dead."
Cedrick's smirk twisted into sothing darker, his eyes glinting with malice. "We'll see about that! Get him, you filthy thing!" he commanded, pointing toward Horizon's Dracolich with a cruel grin.
But Horizon wasn't fazed. Cedrick's smug expression, his boasts, and even the impressive artifact didn't rattle him.
Horizon had encountered plenty of players who relied too heavily on powerful items, thinking they were invincible simply because they had sothing rare in their arsenal. Cedrick's little tricks didn't matter. He had tricks of his own—ones far more dangerous than any copied Dracolich.
For now, he only needed to keep Cedrick distracted long enough for his team to finish their job. As long as Frigid and the others could hold their ground, this battle was as good as won.
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anwhile, back at the battlefield, Aeloria and her squad stood tense, frustration etched across their faces.
Every plan, every spell they threw at Frigid seed to bounce off his icy armor like pebbles off steel. His passive defenses, combined with the precision healing from Silphie, rendered their attacks ineffective.
Worse, with each second that passed, Frigid's health regenerated bit by bit, thanks to Horizon's well-prepared equipnt and enchantnts.
The weapons wielded by the Kingdom of Stars were beginning to show signs of wear, their once polished edges dulled by constant use.
Every clash against Frigid's impenetrable defenses chipped away at their durability, and it wouldn't be long before they reached their breaking point. If this continued, the weapons—crafted from high-tier silver and low-tier gold—would be reduced to useless fragnts long before they could breach Frigid's icy armor.
Losing those weapons would be more than just a setback—it would be a devastating blow. These weren't ordinary tools of war; they were painstakingly forged with rare materials, enchanted by master artisans to withstand intense battles.
Yet now, after relentless combat against an unyielding foe, even their enchanted durability was being tested to its limits.
Every strike without effect, every dent in their armor, brought them one step closer to destruction. If the weapons shattered before they could break through, it wouldn't just an losing the battle—it would an losing precious resources that couldn't be easily replaced.
"This is ridiculous," Trisha muttered, clutching her staff tightly. Her voice trembled with disbelief, but there was no hiding the simring anger underneath. "I can't believe we're being forced to do this. Against a naless guild like them."
"I agree with Trisha," Liora added, her expression one of barely contained rage. "We'll be the laughingstock of the entire competition if word gets out that we had to use not one but multiple artifact just to break through a single defender."
Aeloria, who had remained silent until now, tightened her grip on her staff. She shared their sentints, but she wasn't about to let pride blind her to the reality of the situation. "We don't have a choice," she said coldly.
"Even with my enchanted staff and Theron's most devastating spells, we haven't made a dent. If we keep wasting ti like this, that giant's HP will fully recover, and we'll be right back where we started."
Theron nodded reluctantly. "It's infuriating, but she's right. We either use it now, or we risk losing this fight—and that's not an option."
With grim determination, Aeloria reached into her bag, her hand closing around a shimring object encased in golden light. The artifact she pulled out was ancient in design, its surface engraved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly, as though alive.
It was known as "The Obsidian Fla", a powerful relic capable of unleashing a destructive wave of fire that ignored all conventional defenses and enchantnts.
Trisha's eyes widened slightly as she saw it. "You're really going to use that? But—"
"No more argunts," Aeloria cut her off, her voice resolute. "This is what it's co to. If we don't destroy that giant now, we lose the chance to take their flag—and we're not here to lose."
She held the artifact aloft, and as she did, the runes on its surface glowed brighter, radiating an ominous heat that made the very air around them shimr. Sparks of dark red energy crackled along its edges, feeding on the mana of everyone nearby.
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Legends said it was once used to bring down the walls of a fortress said to be indestructible—and now, it would be used to annihilate Frigid.
Aeloria gave a quick nod to her team. "Channel your mana into it."
Without hesitation, Liora, Trisha, and Theron each extended a hand, their palms glowing with energy as they poured their mana into the artifact. The runes flared brighter with every passing second, the heat intensifying to the point where the grass beneath their feet began to wither and burn.
Von, watching from afar, narrowed his eyes as he saw the artifact begin to activate. His usual easygoing deanor vanished, replaced by a rare seriousness. "That's not good," he muttered under his breath.
"What's going on?" Lydia asked, noticing the sudden tension in his posture.
"They're using a high-level artifact," Von explained grimly. "If they pull it off, Frigid's done for. We're done for. That thing doesn't care about defense or enchantnts—it'll burn through anything."
Lydia's eyes widened in alarm. "Can we stop it?"
Von clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. His eyes locked on the artifact radiating destructive energy in Aeloria's hands. He knew Frigid couldn't endure sothing of this magnitude—not even with all of Horizon's enhancents.
They were out of ti, and Von had no choice but to use it, or they would face total annihilation.
"All of you, get behind !" His voice was steady, but the tension in his tone made it clear—this was serious.
"Von, are you sure?!" Lydia's voice wavered, concern etched across her face. She could sense the gravity of his decision, but Von didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on their enemies, eyes narrowing into a glare as he assessed Aeloria and her team.
Despite their graceful appearance, those won were as ruthless as any warrior Von had ever faced. They weren't just trying to win—they were prepared to kill every last one of them, including Silphie and Lydia, without a shred of hesitation.
Von's jaw tightened, his resolve hardening like steel. "Not on my watch."
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