"Sothing bigger? What could possibly be bigger than the army of beasts we're already dealing with?" Dave asked, his brow arched with disbelief.
SKREEEEEEEE!
A soul-piercing screech exploded through the arena, echoing off every wall like a siren from the heavens—primal, nacing, and ancient. The very air trembled with its cry.
"That," Amir replied grimly, his eyes locked on the sky above, where the fabric of space twisted and warped. A massive portal was widening—slowly but steadily—like a mouth preparing to vomit sothing truly catastrophic.
"What the hell is that?" Dave breathed, his gaze lifting as a colossal hawk-like beast began to descend from the swirling vortex. Its talons looked like blades forged in hell, its wings vast enough to block out the sun.
"The fight of our lives," Amir said coldly.
As he scanned the battlefield, his heart sank. All across the blood-soaked arena, hundreds of beasts from every known species raged in chaos—clashing against exhausted, battered students who had already given more than they had.
'Crap. That thing… it's the boss. The apex hawk beast that commanded the aerial strikes. And if my theory's correct…' Amir clenched his jaw. '…then boss-class monsters from every species might begin to appear. This isn't just bad—it's a nightmare.'
His mind raced, thoughts turbulent. 'I might be able to handle one on my own, but multiple? Even I can't fight gods without breaking.'
Shit! This is going to be bad. I can actually handle a boss on my own. But multiple? That is a different story entirely. And that beast, if I'm not mistaken, its emitting a level 15 aura. This is bad!
None of the students can handle that, none. The one person that could possibly hold his ground is freaking sound asleep.
While the person that could help in destroying them, no one knows his whereabouts! Damn it! Curse you Kael!' Amir scread inwardly when a thundering stomp pulled Amir out of his spiraling thoughts. A hulking ogre barreled toward him, eyes ablaze with primal fury.
"Know your place, you overgrown lizard," Amir snarled.
With a flick of his hand, a colossal tal sword erupted forward, slicing through the air like divine judgnt. It tore into the ogre's head with a deafening CRACK, ending the beast before it could even blink.
"Now that's the captain I rember," Dave muttered with a smug grin. "Not the guy who was struggling against low-tier beasts."
He turned to the others who were still in combat. "So what's the plan?"
"I need ti," Amir said, his voice focused. "Whatever is coming through that portal… I need to be ready. You handle the small fry."
Amir's eyes never left the hawk beast's slowly erging fra. 'If I'm lucky, I've got a minute. Just a minute to scrape together enough mana to make a difference.'
"Roger that," Dave said, lifting his hands.
A magnificent battle axe shimred into existence—its blade crescent-shaped, forged from a silver-gray tal that pulsed with elental force. The handle was midnight-black steel, sturdy yet graceful, made for a warrior and a warlord.
The weapon was no re tool—it was a symbol of destruction.
"Hey, Dave," Amir called out, just before leaping away. "I know I usually restrain you—tell you to hold back, not to wreck things…"
"Yeah, you act like I'm so uncontrollable beast just because I go a little overboard," Dave replied with an exaggerated sigh, though a smirk tugged at his lips.
"This ti," Amir said, eyes narrowed, "I want you to let loose. Go wild. I know casting your Domain drained you, but there's still fight in you, right?"
Dave's grin widened, teeth flashing. "More than enough."
"Then raze the field," Amir said, slamming his foot on the ground. tallic platforms ford beneath him and blasted him away like a rocket, propelling him toward the observation booth for a better vantage point.
"I got this," Dave whispered, turning back to the battlefield with murderous determination.
Before he could charge, ten wolves and ten ogres burst toward him, claws and blades glinting in the sunlight.
"Bring it," Dave muttered.
He held his axe with one hand, spinning it with practiced ease, the tal whistling through the air like a storm waiting to strike.
The wolves lunged first, jaws wide and snarling. Simultaneously, the ogres swung their massive blades downward with terrifying force.
Dave leapt back just in ti, narrowly avoiding a synchronized death. Their weapons slamd into the ground, sending dust and debris erupting into the air and montarily blinding them.
"Fools," Dave muttered. He raised his axe skyward.
Ching!
tal shards rained from the heavens, magnetized toward his weapon. With a mighty swing, he launched the shards into the dust cloud. The wolves' skulls were punctured mid-lunge, collapsing like rag dolls as blood splattered across the battlefield.
The ogres, surprisingly agile, dodged the incoming barrage—but it was too late.
BOOM!
Dave propelled himself forward with a sudden burst, a tal plate beneath his feet launching him like a cannonball. The ogres raised their swords to counter, but Dave was already airborne.
With a thunderous CRACK, he ca down like divine punishnt—his axe splitting one ogre from skull to spine.
The others roared and turned. One swung at his side—
CLANG!
Dave's axe t the blow. A shockwave rippled through the arena. Without pause, a hidden tal spear launched upward and skewered the attacking ogre through the head.
But a second later—
WHAM!
A blade slamd into Dave's side, sending him skidding back across the earth. He jamd his axe into the ground just in ti to stop himself from tumbling face-first.
The ogres stared in confusion—no blood, no cries of pain.
The slash had torn through his robes, revealing the sheen of tallic skin beneath.
"Surprised?" Dave grunted. He tapped the earth.
SHRRK!
Pillars of steel burst from the ground like demonic stakes, impaling the remaining ogres one after another in a ballet of brutal precision.
Panting, Dave scanned the battlefield, shoulders rising and falling.
'I'm not done yet.'
"Co on, Dave," he muttered to himself. "You're not finished. You can't let these people die. Not yet. Not when you've still got sothing to prove."
Teeth gritted, eyes blazing, Dave stood tall once more—and charged headlong into the sea of monsters, a lone reaper against an unending horde.
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