[Sa as Chapter 17. Publish by mistake. Don't Buy!]
Its clawed feet pressed into the earth, and imdiately, the battlefield reacted. The grass beneath it darkened, unnatural vines slithering out, writhing like living things.
A re flap of its wings sent an arc of shimring mist cascading through the air—a haze that crackled with restrained magic, thick enough to distort reality itself.
The Forest Titan paused.
For the first ti since its summoning, the god-like entity seed to acknowledge the presence of a being equal to itself. Its glowing green eyes locked onto the Wysteria Dragon, the earth beneath them rumbling as roots coiled tighter in anticipation.
The tension snapped like a drawn bowstring.
With a thundering crack, the Forest Titan lunged, swinging a colossal arm wreathed in twisting branches.
But the Wysteria Dragon was fast.
With a graceful tilt of its body, it twisted mid-air, its long, sinuous tail snapping forward like a whip. The impact sent a ripple through the battlefield, and for the first ti, the Forest Titan staggered.
Horizon smirked, rolling his shoulders as mana surged through his veins. "I was saving this one," he admitted, his voice calm yet brimming with quiet confidence. "But I guess now's a good ti to show it off."
The Audience swallowed hard, his gaze darting between the two titanic beings. The Wysteria Dragon and the Forest Titan—two primal forces of nature, clashing in a battle that would leave the battlefield forever changed.
The battlefield trembled under the weight of the two colossal beings locked in combat. The Forest Titan, a godlike force of nature, towered over all, its body an extension of Eldrasil itself—ancient, unbreakable, and relentless.
Yet, the Wysteria Dragon did not et it with brute force.
Unlike Horizon's Dracolich, a powerhouse of raw destruction, or the Giant Hawk, a swift and relentless force that could stall enemies with sheer agility, the Wysteria Dragon thrived in sothing far more insidious. Its strength was not in overwhelming power but in subduing, disorienting, and unraveling its opponent's will.
As the Titan swung its massive arm, wreathed in thick roots and unyielding bark, the Wysteria Dragon moved with eerie grace. It weaved through the battlefield like mist, its long, violet form twisting midair, avoiding the attack with effortless precision.
Then, it let loose its true power.
A pulse of shimring violet mist exploded outward, cascading over the battlefield in waves. The scent of wisteria filled the air, thick and intoxicating, latching onto the Titan like an invisible chain. The very roots that once moved with absolute certainty began hesitating, twitching unnaturally, their coordination faltering. The Titan swayed, its once-unstoppable montum suddenly dulled, as if reality itself had begun to betray it.
Horizon smirked to himself. Perfect.
The Wysteria Dragon didn't need overwhelming attack power. It needed only to buy him ti.
While the Titan struggled against the creeping hallucinations, Horizon closed his eyes, feeling the rush of mana gathering within him. The power swirled, coalescing, waiting for the perfect mont to be unleashed.
But Travis, watching from the distance, frowned.
"What's he doing?" he muttered, gripping his weapon tightly. The Wysteria Dragon was stunning, but it wasn't doing any real damage. It was just prolonging the fight, stalling. "That thing doesn't even have enough attack power to take the Titan down. Summons your Dracolich, and I will crush it!"
Crush it? Horizon wanted to laugh. It wasn't even his summon and yet he was claiming ownership like he actually He wasn't wrong. The Titan's health barely budged, and Horizon still hadn't made a move to attack.
Then, Horizon finally spoke.
"You're right," he admitted, his voice calm, steady. His eyes flickered with an unreadable light as a smirk tugged at his lips. "It doesn't. I'm rely stalling for ti to gather enough mana for this."
The air shifted.
The mana he had been gathering condensed in an instant, the very atmosphere vibrating under the sheer force of it. Dark energy crackled at his fingertips, swirling with an unnatural presence that sent a ripple of unease through the battlefield. It was dense, suffocating—power unlike anything he had unleashed before.
"But I do."
Horizon raised his hand, and in that mont, the Wisteria Dragon let out a piercing cry.
The cry was not a simple roar—it was an amplification. The very air pulsed with it, magic resonating through every particle. The violet mist around them twisted, coiling into the growing black mass above Horizon's palm, feeding into it, magnifying it beyond its normal limits.
And then—
"[UNHOLY]."
The world itself seed to split apart.
A massive eruption of black and violet energy consud everything in its path. It wasn't fire. It wasn't lightning. It was sothing worse. A force that devoured. That erased.
With the Wisteria's magical amplification spells, it grew ten tis its normal magical power. The mont it touched the Forest Titan, its colossal form convulsed violently. The twisting roots recoiled, the glowing erald eyes flickering in what almost seed like—fear.
Then, the Titan shattered.
Its form disintegrated, swallowed by the unrelenting darkness, disappearing without so much as a final cry. The mont it was gone, the battlefield fell into absolute silence.
And just like that, it was over.
Horizon exhaled slowly, the remaining mana dispersing around him in crackling arcs. He lowered his hand, the faint glow of his spell lingering for just a second longer before vanishing.
A stunned hush fell over the crowd.
Then—
Deafening cheers erupted.
The Elven officials were speechless, unable to even process what had just happened. A fight they had rigged, an opponent they had deed undefeatable—defeated in a single decisive mont.
Travis stood frozen in place, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. In an instant, his trump card—the mighty Forest Titan—had been erased from existence. Though rely a replica, it possessed power on par with Horizon's Dracolich. And yet, it had fallen.
His strongest summon—gone. His final chance—crushed.
Horizon stepped forward, his sword dripping with the remnants of battle. With a casual flick, he aid its gleaming edge at Travis.
"Admit defeat," Horizon said, his voice calm, even. "And I won't kill you."
Travis clenched his fists. His pride scread at him to refuse, to fight until the bitter end.
"Never!" he spat.
Before the word had even fully left his lips, Horizon moved.
A blur of motion. A flash of steel.
Travis barely registered the pain before his world erupted into agony. His hand—gone. Blood splattered across the battlefield, and his scream tore through the air, raw and guttural.
"You might get that back with a healer," Horizon said coolly, watching as Travis clutched his severed wrist, his breathing ragged. "But any longer, and it'll be permanent."
Travis' vision blurred with pain, but through it, he locked eyes with Horizon. And in that mont, he understood.
This wasn't rcy.
Horizon could have ended him then and there, but he didn't. Because death was easy. Too easy.
No—he wanted him to suffer.
To be branded as the player who admitted defeat in the Brotherhood Legion.
Humiliation. A fate worse than death.
Travis gritted his teeth, his pride warring with the unbearable pain. But there was no choice. His body was failing him, his vision dimming. He didn't want to die!
His lips trembled as he forced out the words.
"I admit . . . defeat."
On the leaderboard, the final results flickered into place.
Nyx Guild – CHAMPION.
They had won. Undisputed.
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