Rocky's eyes widened as he watched the battlefield unfold from the palace window. Sylvia's forces clashed with the Dark Knight Lucifer below, the clash of steel and magic sending ripples through the valley. But even her precise commands could not contain the chaos.
He took a deep breath. If I can't intervene directly… maybe I can turn the battlefield itself into my ally.
Fingers tightening, he whispered the words of summoning long thought dormant, channeling energy through the veins of the world itself.
The sky above the valley shimmered and warped. Then, from the heavens, the impossible began to fall.
Quadrillions of slimes, endless, writhing, shimmering with countless colors and strange, alien energy, cascaded down like a rainstorm of living water. They were small individually, but together, they formed a torrent of chaos. Each slime homed in on the Dark Knight Lucifer, sliding across the battlefield, clinging to armor, and shifting shape to avoid soldiers' weapons.
Lucifer's eyes narrowed as the first wave struck, his legendary form pressed under the sheer mass of the slime horde. He swung his sword, cutting dozens in a single arc, but the onslaught was unending. The ground itself seemed to drown beneath their wriggling, pulsing bodies.
Sylvia's troops stumbled, shouting orders to hold formation, but the slimes paid them no mind. Their target was singular: the Dark Knight. Gravity, chaos, and sheer numbers now converged on him.
Rocky's heart pounded—not with fear, but with exhilaration and terror. This is insane… this is unstoppable… and yet…
He glanced at Sylvia, standing firm on the battlefield, sword raised, leading her troops with unshakable courage. She was brilliant, terrifying, and painfully close to death. I have to make sure she survives this.
The slimes surged like a living wave, engulfing Lucifer, striking with a thousand tiny pincers, corrosive acid, and strange magical effects that distorted the air. Even a warrior of his legend could not escape the sheer magnitude of the attack.
Lucifer roared, swinging and cutting, but more and more slimes fell from the sky, endless, uncountable, relentless. The battlefield became a chaotic storm of magic, blood, and slime.
And from the palace window, Rocky felt the weight of power—and the burden of love—like never before. He had unleashed chaos on an unimaginable scale, yet the thought of Sylvia and Lucifer still alive drove him forward.
This was no longer just a battle. It was an apocalypse… and he held the strings.