And just like that, the fight that was one against one...
Slowly became... one against three.
One against five.
And soon… all nine of the world's SSS-rankers stood together, their auras burning like suns.
Each one carried the responsibility of their kingdom, their race, their pride.
And all of them had their eyes locked on Aestrea.
SWIISSH!
"Die, rat!"
The Beast King was the first to lunge again, his claws glowing gold as he roared.
His strike came low, meant to gut Aestrea. The scythe flashed, sparks flying as it caught the claws.
BOOOOM!
At the same time, the Dwarf King's hammer came crashing down from above. Aestrea twisted, the head grazing his shoulder instead of his skull.
Bone cracked anyway, blood spraying.
He staggered, only for roots to snap out of the ground, wrapping his legs. The Elven Emperor's runes flared, green light trapping him in place.
"Hold him!"
