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Ber'Herek's sector 60-100 went up in flames and ruins...
The Inner walls that had called itself eternal now screamed like an animal in a trap.
Towers folded like paper under's Bram's Rage. Skyways collapsed into fire. Civilians fled through alleys filled with static magic lightning burning them to a crisp by Zerull's spellbook, their last prayers drowned by alarms.
And through it all… the Four 4 Black gods weapons walked.
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Zerull's laughter split the air. Each swipe of his chimera claws carved through drones and turrets alike. His voice echoed across the collapsing districts.
"Tonight, your city is my stage, A grand FINALE for BER'HEREK !"
Reality bent with every spin of his claws, fire chasing his war-dance.
Luxaria glided forward. Silent. Precise. Her blade sang in frequencies too high for mortals. Power rune-forged armor split before her like silk. Sanctified constructs dissolved into ash.
She didn't step on corpses. She stepped on a deadly silence.
Bram roared as his cybernetic spine vented black fire. Tanks crumpled in his fists like toys. Drones swarmed—he grabbed three at once, crushed them together into a molten ball, and hurled it into a watchtower. The impact lit up the skyline like a second dawn.
Mir'tek's advance was precise and destructive...
Whole platoons blinked in and out of time frames, slaughtered, reborn, and slaughtered again until their bodies unraveled into echoes.
South Ber'Herek soon became an infinite graveyard loop as his aura range moved with him towards the center of Gorgon's HQ Orbital Spire.
Above them, in it, the Twelve did not scream.
They smiled.
Ezarion's voice rolled like a verdict.
"Enough play. Send Vernex to deal with them. Even if we lost all lives here today, Ber'Herek exists only to be spent..."
Nine thrones flared red. Runes cascaded through the city's underground veins.
The streets shook as the stolen immortal king's aura of a 100 years ago — Funnelled through the gigantic tubes towards the spire... As a platoon of 20 soldiers, armored in a strange blue woven tunic awoked from the depths under the command of Varnex.
Blue glyphs ignited across entire districts. Towers became pillars in a binding circle. Homes became anchors for a prison As the 20 Ultra-Infused Soldiers teleported themselves through orbital beams to the outter barracks still fighting the 4 black gods weapons from wall 35 devastation to wall 20.
Civilians screamed out of despair from this holy blue rays of light— Thinking about salvation.
But the Twelve only whispered in unison:
"Seal them at all costs... Casualty authorized : ∞ "
—The ritual began As litteral skytowers of runes turned the battlefield from wall 20 to 35 into a trap coffin... Aura concentred power so high the presence of the 4 slightly shifted from the energized shield enclosure as it happened.
Zerull shouted out of rage as he unleashed a tornado lightning strike against it, slightly grazing it's surface... "WHAA HOW DAARE YOU TRAP US GORGON !!"
And thus.. The sectors 60—100 became their coffin as each of the 4 black gods unleashed their true powers inside killing all the souls within...
—All...
—No...
At a 100 meters of each of them walked amid the smoke and battle raged flames of destruction 21 silhouettes... their eyes radiating from a light to a deeper shades of neon blue.
Zerull staggered, choking on the sudden weight pressing down on his chest.
"Wh…what—? An armored Lich? Impossible! I SAW YOU DIE AT BRAM'S HAND!"
Varnex's laugh was cruel, echoing through the burning ruins.
"Die? Yes. One thread, in the heart of a raging fire. But threads weave anew, youngling. And this—" he gestured to the twenty blue-lit Ultra soldiers — "this is the cloth I've spun from the King's stolen breath."
One soldier blurred forward.
A fist like a meteor slammed into Zerull's chest. His chimera body rippled, shattered ribs stitching themselves back together in desperate adaptation.
Another soldier followed. Then another.
A storm of fists. A tempo too fast for mortals, and heavy for gods.
Zerull's passive trigger flared three times — death averted by inches, his lifeforce burning like oil.
He spat blood, body mutating into a more monstrous chimera form. His claws tore into one soldier's neck—
And froze.
For an instant, he saw the face beneath the helm.
Not a man.
Not anymore.
A skull wrapped in implants, brain replaced with humming glyph-circuits.
Zerull roared in disgust remembering the rituals his own flesh had gone through a hundred thousands years ago.
"WHAT IS THIS, VARNEX?! Even corpses twisted into machines? Does Gorgon's hunger have no limit?!"
The Lich tilted his head, his smile a razor.
"Zerull. Keep dancing for us. Perhaps I'll seal you by your ninth life… if you entertain me."
Drones swarmed above, recording every second, feeding the spectacle to the Twelve & the Elites of Ber'Herek behind the shield.
Bram bellowed, fists igniting into black flame as he met the Ultra-Infused head-on. Towers crumbled in the shockwaves.
Mir'tek did not roar. He stepped forward like a monk, eyes unreadable behind molten bone. His aura unraveled time itself around the soldiers, forcing their strikes into loops that only he could see coming apart.
Luxaria hid herself in a shell of corrupted regenerative blade spikes against their fists.
Roaring impacts, ever lasting fires, Infinite echoes.
The battlefield became a coffin of blue light and explosions.
And in the center of it all, the Four Black Gods faced the weapons designed from the very soul of the King they once sought to kill unable to forsee a way out.
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LOCATION: Outer dunes of Sederis, Western Desert, Planet Berkal
TIME: 02:11 AM
WEATHER: Windless. Eternal starlight. Temperature: -3°C
THREAT INDEX: Class-Ω Anomaly Residue (Immortal King Residue presence confirmed)
MISSION STATUS: [ACTIVE] — God Intercept Specialists deployed.
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The desert was not silent.It listened.
Every grain of silver-black sand trembled beneath the weight of the three world class hunters...
Above them, the sky was wrong.Stars hung too close, burning with light that hadn't belonged to this world for a million years. Sederis — once the capital of the First Human Magic Dominion — slept beneath the dunes like a corpse still dreaming of war.
And tonight, its dreams stirred as they smiled above the dunes "i can sense his residue of aura... Oh that feels great knowing he passed through here..."
Kasha Vayne, the Halo Reaper, adjusted her photonic wing-blades, their serrated edges humming with an angelic frequency stolen from another era. Her eyes — white, pupil-less — scanned the horizon with clinical indifference.
"the trace is sharp... I can also sense some Divine warp consistent with fairy-class entry. Layered with his trail."
Her voice was sharp as glass, devoid of awe.
Beside her, Rakhul the Null Claw grinned through skinless teeth stretched across a nano-iron face. His titanic body steamed with vampiric runes, every exhale a scar of hatred for the one he had been sent to kill.
"Let's eviscerate this desert whole i can sense him beneath..." Rakhul growled, claws clicking against the metal bindings coiled around his wrists."The King walks again… and this time, I'll rip him apart with my own hands."
The third shadow — Elyn Graves, DestinyWarper — knelt, brushing her fingers across the ground. Reality itself twitched around her touch, shifting between fractured layers of time. She whispered, her voice trembling with memory.
"This place… it still sings of that disgusting melody. The Fairy's lullaby. I heard it once before the meteors fell… and it's louder here. Almost welcoming us to dive in !"
Her words lingered like an omen.
Ahead of them, the ruins of Sederis loomed beneath.Shattered spires half-buried in crystal dunes. Obsidian arches wrapped in broken glyphs that still wept blue light. And beyond, a gate — massive, golden, carved with the sins of humanity's first kings.
It pulsed faintly.As if waiting.
The three hunters exchanged no more words.They had been paid in trillions of aura-stock to act, not to hesitate.
Kasha spread her blade-wings, igniting the sands with prismatic fire.Rakhul tore free the first of his seals, black blood steaming into the night.Elyn closed her eyes, threads of time wrapping her arms in spirals of violet.
From their aura levels, magic pourred in as the sands twisted, shattered then reformed themselves in a thick layer of crystal glass forming a runic gate of crystallized magic sand. The Gate of Dust and Silence awoke from the sands.
And Sederis — the corpse-kingdom buried beneath a thousand years of betrayal — opened one eye at them as they entered the first layer...
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The gate collapsed inward with a thunderclap as they entered.What lay beyond was not a corridor. It was a wound through the earth.
A tunnel carved of melted obsidian shards, ribs of ruined constructs fused with human architecture. Glyphs crawled like worms across the walls, speaking names no sane mouth could form. And waiting inside… monsters.
They were not beasts.Not demons.But once humans.
Once.
Bodies swollen with black aura tumors, arms replaced by spines of shadow. Mouths stretched into circular maws whispering prayers in forgotten tongues, their voices fractured into static. They crawled across ceilings, staggered on broken legs, dragged chains of bones like toys.
They turned as one.
And screamed.
Rakhul did not flinch.The monsters remembered his killing intent.The ones who could still remember anything at all.
He raised his claw — a black furnace of aura and steel, bound in blood-vows older than the city itself.
"Out of my way, vermin."
One swing.The tunnel shook.The closest dozen aberrants disintegrated into steaming ash, their shadows shredded faster than time could remember they had existed.
The rest surged forward.
Kasha moved next.Her photonic wings unfolded with a metallic shriek, the light blinding in the abyss. Each feather was a blade of sunfire, and when she swept them once, the entire left flank of shadows collapsed into dust.
"Disgusting. They're not even worth the contract pay."
Her voice carried no pity, only contempt.
Elyn's breath quickened as the horde swarmed.Time flexed around her fingertips.For an instant — a single instant — reality folded wrong.
The aberrants froze mid-lunge, their screams drawn backward into their throats. Their bodies crumbled into ash in reverse, as if they had died centuries ago.
The tunnel fell silent.
They pushed deeper.
Every step down into Sederis was heavier. The corridors bled shadow-water. Statues of forgotten kings twisted into mockeries, their faces melted into screaming masks. Glyph-light pulsed in rhythm with the hunters' heartbeats, as if the ruins themselves were alive.
And always, the monsters came.Hundreds. Then thousands as they dived deeper.
Aberrants birthed from cursed blood.Shadows spawned from regrets.Things that had once prayed to gods, now hollow enough to wish for annihilation.
But Rakhul never slowed.
Every strike of his claws erased walls and beasts alike, his hatred carving tunnels straighter than they had ever been. He had not forgotten this place. He had been broken here once, by the hand of the Immortal King himself — and now he returned, unafraid, unmerciful.
Behind him, Kasha and Elyn cleared the stragglers with surgical efficiency. Blade-light cut down swarms in silence. Threads of warped destiny unmade traps before they snapped shut.
And so, step by step, the ruins yielded.
At last, the passage widened.
A vast stairwell spiraled downward, built from fused bones and glass — leading into the Substrata Gate of Sederis Core.
Faint blue light pulsed from the depths, steady as a heartbeat.
Rakhul stopped at the edge of the stairwell, his claws dripping ichor.His voice was low, guttural, yet strangely reverent.
"This is it. The way to the throne-plaza of the old empire. Where the First Dominion bound their gods."
He bared his iron teeth, lips curling into a grin.
"And where I will rip the Immortal King apart this time — without dying. Keep up guyz !"
The stairwell trembled beneath his vow.
And somewhere deep below, in the sleeping core of Sederis beside the sleeping dream gate the immortal king entered in silence… in the center of the colosseum, an entity sensed his presence... as it opened his eyes.
"Former King Rakull's bloodline sensed... Beginning automation..."