Bound Camp—one of the key settlents established to combat the rampaging Titans in the southern region of the Land of Eternal Spring.
Vashno and his group arrived at the camp via the portal and wasted no ti in taking on a mission.
After making their preparations, they quickly set out. Their objective: to rescue survivors in a fallen nation—the Carmine Kingdom.
The Carmine Royal Family had been wiped out when the Titans launched their assault. Now, the entire kingdom was under Titan control, and the remaining survivors were still fighting for their lives.
Many of Athen’s Champion’s finest warriors had been born in the Carmine Kingdom, and news of its fall had devastated them. Now, they had a chance to fight for their holand.
After leaving the camp, Vashno and his group arrived at a mountain overlooking the fallen kingdom. The Carmine Kingdom, now in ruins, was surrounded by towering peaks.
"According to the scout’s report, there are no Hero-rank Titans here. All of them are currently engaged with the Chief Captains," Eztein said before glancing at Vashno. "Still, we don’t have anyone at the Sixth Shackle Realm. This mission is dangerous."
"Yeah, but we’re not alone," Vashno replied. "Other squads have also taken missions related to the Carmine Kingdom."
That was precisely why their mission was classified as Rescue, not Eliminate. So squads were tasked with hunting Titans, while others—like them—were assigned to rescue survivors.
"That’s good," Eztein nodded.
"Let’s move," Vashno said, dashing forward.
Eztein pulled out his weapon and followed closely behind. Leef, Ren, Sisi, and the rest did the sa, gripping their weapons as they advanced. They were all elites of Astros—warriors who had once proven themselves in the tournant.
Swoosh!
They soared over the kingdom’s crumbling walls and landed inside. Instantly, the atmosphere shifted. Energy fluctuations pulsed through the air, and the ground beneath them trembled—a clear sign that battles were already raging.
"Ignore it," Vashno instructed. "Our mission is to rescue survivors. Save your strength—we’ll need it when we find them. There’s a high chance we’ll have to fight then."
The group moved swiftly between the ruins of shattered hos. The once-proud kingdom was now barely recognizable beneath the weight of destruction. Countless buildings had collapsed, reduced to little more than rubble.
As they passed through the devastated streets, they ca across the remains of both Titans and the kingdom’s fallen citizens. Corpses littered the ground, their presence thickening the air with the stench of decay. Dark smoke curled into the sky from various parts of the city, a grim reminder of the ongoing chaos.
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted overhead.
Vashno, Eztein, and the others instinctively turned their heads. A surge of intense energy fluctuations swept through the air, pressing down on them like a heavy weight.
"A Fifth Shackle Realm battle..." Vashno muttered, his brows furrowing.
Leef and the other elites tensed as they felt the overwhelming pressure in the atmosphere. This was their first ti experiencing a war on this scale—one where the Holy Land itself was engaged.
Ever since Souta brought the Witch Clan to Imperium, they had rarely ventured beyond Hall Plains. Encounters with high-level experts were few and far between.
But here, in the midst of a war-torn kingdom, a battle between Fifth Shackle Realm warriors was already unfolding.
"We should move now," Vashno said.
The group pressed forward, carefully weaving through the ruins of collapsed buildings. Along the way, they passed several ongoing battles but ignored them, focusing solely on their mission. In a way, the fighting worked in their favor—it kept the Titans occupied.
Before long, they reached the outskirts of their destination.
Vashno and the others took cover in an abandoned house, using it as a temporary hideout to plan their next move.
Their target was just one kiloter away. For ordinary people, that would be a considerable distance—but at their level, they could cross it in an instant.
"Rember, this is a rescue mission," Vashno reminded them, his gaze sweeping over the group.
"I know, I’m not that crazy old man—I won’t go looking for trouble," Eztein said with a smirk. Then, his expression turned serious. "But who exactly are we saving? The mission didn’t specify."
"Probably any survivors," Vashno replied. "Even those without status or background deserve to be rescued. Ordinary people have the right to live, too."
He then turned to Leef and the others. "Our priority is the people. If we encounter any enemies, Eztein and I will handle them."
They nodded in agreent.
Failure wasn’t an option—not on their first mission. They carried Souta’s na on their backs, and any misstep could reflect poorly on him.
Moving with precision, they stealthily approached their target.
Soon, a thick stench of blood filled the air, assaulting their senses. Vashno and the others instinctively furrowed their brows.
Sothing felt off.
Vashno and Eztein tensed, sensing multiple presences nearby. Whoever they were, they weren’t even trying to conceal their auras.
And when they finally arrived, they were t with a grueso sight.
Severed limbs lay strewn across the ground, twisted and torn like discarded dolls. The stench of blood was suffocating. Towering figures lood over the carnage, their massive forms drenched in crimson. So were still feasting—gnawing on limbs with sickening crunches.
Even for battle-hardened warriors, the sight left a bitter taste.
"Are we too late?" Eztein whispered, his voice grim.
Vashno’s expression darkened. He scanned the area, his gaze sweeping over the grueso scene, searching desperately for any sign of survivors.
Ohm!
The mont he unleashed his energy, several Titans froze. Then, as one, they turned their heads toward him.
They had felt it.
Leef and the others instinctively took a step back. The sheer presence of the Titans was suffocating, their imnse killing intent pressing down like an invisible weight.
"There are three survivors left," Vashno said, his voice steady. He placed a firm hand on Leef’s shoulder, snapping her out of her daze. "Leef, take the others and get them out of here."
"Only three..." Eztein muttered, his gaze sweeping over the carnage below. The sheer scale of the slaughter was staggering.
Just then, one of the Titans locked onto their position.
With a thunderous step, its mana surged, shaking the air around them.
"It seems..." A deep, rumbling voice echoed through the area.
"...that we have visitors."
"Eztein, you know what to do," Vashno said, his tone firm.
"I know," Eztein replied with a serious nod.
Boom!
A deafening crash echoed as several massive figures descended before them. Dust and smoke billowed through the air before slowly clearing—revealing the monstrous forms of the Titans.
Each one was a towering behemoth. The smallest among them stood at ten ters tall, its sheer bulk easily weighing over thirty tons.
One of the Titans let out a booming laugh. "We were just playing with them! Who would’ve thought they’d break so easily? You humans really do have such fragile bodies!"
Eztein remained silent, sharpening his focus and preparing to strike at a mont’s notice.
"We were too cautious..." Vashno muttered, his voice laced with regret. "And because of that, we arrived too late. It cost the lives of so many people."
Before them stood nine Titans—five of whom were at the Fifth Shackle Realm. The odds were stacked against them.
Then, both Vashno and Eztein’s eyes widened as they looked up.
Sothing was coming.
Swoosh!
More Titan figures appeared in the air, their massive forms looming over Vashno’s group.
Eztein’s eyes narrowed. This was a trap. The Titans had anticipated the arrival of rescuers and set an ambush.
The newcors varied in strength, ranging from Third Shackle to Fourth Shackle Realm.
Leef and the others felt the overwhelming pressure bearing down on them. Any one of these Titans could crush them effortlessly. The gap in power was undeniable.
"Wait for my signal," Vashno said, his voice steady.
The Titans didn’t see them as a threat. To them, this group was already as good as dead.
One of the Fifth Shackle Titans stepped forward, his massive form radiating arrogance. "What do you feel, knowing your fate is sealed? You might as well bow now and accept your place as our slaves. Kneel before , the Great Arvin."
Eztein slid a hand into his pocket, a smirk tugging at his lips. "How about you bow down to instead?"
Arvin’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening.
Then—boom!
In a flash, he vanished—reappearing right in front of Vashno in the blink of an eye.
"You’re the strongest among them? Then I’ll break you first—so the rest can drown in despair!"
Arvin’s deep voice rumbled like thunder. His twenty-ter-tall fra lood over Vashno as he clenched his massive fist, muscles coiling with terrifying force.
Then—boom!
He swung.
A crushing shockwave erupted from the sheer weight of his attack.
Bang!
But—Vashno didn’t move.
Arvin’s monstrous fist had slamd into sothing—but not Vashno.
His eyes widened. What just happened?
Arvin’s gaze snapped downward—only to et Vashno’s unflinching stare.
A single, radiant golden wing, wreathed in flas, had blocked his colossal fist.
Huh?
Confusion flickered in Arvin’s eyes. But before he could react—
Boom!
A wave of golden energy surged from his right, crashing into his massive body like a tidal force.
Bang!!
The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the air.
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"Now!" Vashno’s voice rang out like a command of war.
The battlefield erupted into chaos.
Leef and the others vanished into streaks of light, darting in different directions toward the last survivors. No matter what—those people had to be saved.
anwhile, Eztein shot into the sky, his energy surging outward in waves.
"Tch… fighting this many titans on a rescue mission? Talk about bad luck." Eztein chuckled, but his eyes glead with resolve. "Well, no point complaining now. Looks like I’ll have to work extra hard today."
Above, the titans roared, their massive fras shaking the air as they prepared to crush him.
But Eztein didn’t waver. Instead, his aura flared, crackling like a brewing storm.
On the ground, Vashno stood firm. His golden eyes, burning with power, swept over the towering figures of his opponents.
The battle had truly begun.
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