Below, fire mages from the Vortex and Celestial guilds were chanting in sync, giving everything they had, their arms glowing red with magic, their voices hoarse as they pushed their mana upward into the sky, feeding Daewon and Seoha with power.
Daewon’s hamr glowed so hot that the very air around it shimred and bent, flas licking the tal, and then, with a deafening cry that echoed across the sky, he shouted, "Twin Fla Descent!"
But instead of striking down, he swung the hamr sideways—directly at the air in front of him, aiming toward the swarm of dragons.
The mont the head of the hamr crashed into the sky, it was like striking a drum made of wind and fire. The impact rippled outward in a straight, horizontal line—a searing wave of fla and force that exploded toward the dragons.
The sky ignited.
The fire surged across the air like a wall of heat pushing in a flat, forward blast. Dragons scread, their wings thrashing as the pressure and fire hit them head-on. So fled. Others twisted mid-flight to avoid the wave. The entire swarm buckled, forcing them to scatter back toward the far side of the battlefield.
"It’s working! They’re pushing inward!" one mage gasped, his nose bleeding from the mana strain, but he held on.
Daewon began falling from the center of the blast, spiraling downward, smoke trailing behind him like the tail of a cot, his hamr still steaming, but on his lips was a satisfied grin.
Seoha followed a few seconds later, falling in a controlled glide, still burning faintly with red light, the Lauren wind catching her every few ters to slow her descent.
Down below, a mage whispered in disbelief, "They really did it! No Fire elentor can match Sir Daewon!"
Another added, "No wonder they’re called monsters. They’re family—cousins. That power is in their blood."
And far above, dragons were screeching, flapping wildly to escape the lingering heat.
As the flas danced in the sky and forced the Dragons to retreat. she placed one hand over her chest and muttered to herself, "It’s the sa... It’s just like in the ga... the dragons beca weaker when hit by large-scale fire attacks."
She looked up, watching Daewon and Seoha fall back safely with wind mages already moving to catch them, and for a brief second, she let herself smile as the plan worked just like how she rembered it from the raid events back then.
anwhile, back on Earth, the news had gone fully live and the footage was clearer than ever, showing the mont Daewon exploded the air with his burning hamr.
The people watching, whether in hos, malls, restaurants, or even in the middle of the streets, erupted in cheers and shouts, so jumping out of their seats, so recording the screen with their phones, and others just crying out in excitent.
"Did you see that?! That was Daewon and Seoha, right? That combo—crazy good!"
"Confird! I swear this is the ga!"
"Dragons with fire elents are still affected because of the barrier’s heat—just like the event chanics in the Solvenia War tiline!"
"It’s really them our guilds are inside the ga, and they’re winning!"
Even inside the Awakener Association monitoring room, chairs screeched against the floor as staff stood up, clapping or gasping, their screens flashing the stats of the remaining guilds, now starting to rise again after the successful move.
And far beyond Earth and the floating kingdom on the Heavenly realm where gods watched through floating golden mirrors two gods with crossed arms and glowing symbols over their cloaks stood at the edge of a cliff made of stars.
One, with flaming red eyes and bronze skin, burst into laughter, slapping his palm into the other god’s with a powerful fist bump.
"That’s my guy, Daewon! Knew I picked the right one! Did you see that hit?!"
Beside him, Another God "My Seoha’s control is flawless!"
Up above them, a third presence walked slowly across the starlight bridge—Zeus, in his towering form, beard shimring with lightning and golden laurel on his head, his thunderous voice low as he watched the replay.
"Impressive."
The gods stared down at the scene frozen in divine view—the fire do burning bright and the guilds starting to regroup in victory.
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Crown Prince Callan walked through the rows of tired awakeners and warriors, his royal cloak tied around his waist now, sleeves rolled up as he carried a basket of warm bread in one hand and a waterskin in the other, stopping at each group to pass them out personally with a calm voice and a steady gaze.
"Here, take this eat slowly," he said as he handed a small loaf of bread to a young mage who had burns on his arms and cheeks but still tried to sit up straight to show respect.
"No need to bow," Callan added with a small smile. "You’ve fought well. Rest is also part of protecting the kingdom."
Around him, the nobles from the palace who had co out after the dragons’ retreat were watching from a distance, whispering among themselves in their fine clothes, surprised to see the Crown Prince not only helping, but doing so without guards, without hesitation, without pride.
A young knight from the royal guard stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness, allow us to do this in your place. This is not fitting—"
But Callan shook his head. "They bled for this land the sa as our soldiers. They’ve stood side by side with us when we knew nothing about them. The least I can do is make sure they don’t go hungry."
He then turned to an alchemist who was resting beside a wooden barrel of supplies, nodding to her and saying, "Let’s bring the potions to those who are too tired to walk."
"Yes, Prince!" she said quickly, grabbing a few bottles and hurrying behind him.
Nearby, a group of children from the village too young to fight, but eager to help had co carrying buckets of soup and fruits. When they saw the Crown Prince, they smiled and pointed, whispering excitedly among themselves.
"He’s really helping them..."
"He’s a real prince, not just in na!"
So awakeners who were sitting near looked up, surprised to see the prince pouring them water or offering simple food, and one of them, a healer from Brazil with dark circles under his eyes, muttered with a tired laugh, "Even the prince knows how to serve soup, huh?"
Another chuckled softly. "This place is strange, but... I kinda like it."
Callan moved from group to group, asking if they had blankets, if the wounded had already been treated, and if their leaders needed to speak to him about anything else.
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