At the King's command.
All three Titans roared, shaking the ground and tearing through the air with their voices. The very earth and sky seemed to crack beneath the weight of their power.
The hungry creatures instinctively retreated in fear—some collapsed outright, overwhelmed by the shockwaves. Once wild and fearless, they now trembled like grains of sand before divine monsters.
The balance had shifted. The hunters had become prey.
"Have you roared enough?" the King asked coolly.
At his words, the Titans ceased and returned to their battle stance.
"Good. Then it's time to slaughter." The King's gaze turned cold. "Wipe them all out, Ziz, Leviathan."
Accepted.
Without hesitation, the two Titans charged.
Ziz led the assault, bursting into the heart of the enemy ranks. Spreading its wings wide, it flapped once—unleashing a furious windstorm that tore through everything in its path.
Then, surrounding itself with slicing gales, Ziz tilted mid-flight, wings braced, and formed a supersonic blade of wind.
Everywhere Ziz flew was split in two—not just the creatures, but the ground, the ocean, and even the sky. Nothing escaped its edge.
Still unsatisfied, Ziz released the wind around its body and shot upward, piercing the clouds.
It folded its wings inward, forming a shell as gears whirred violently within its frame. Lightning coiled across its mechanical feathers, now glowing with golden light, flickering with divine electricity.
Storm clouds began to gather. The dark sky deepened.
In the heavens, the creatures attempted to close in—but couldn't breach the barrier of raging wind. Still, they pressed forward, using the corpses of their own as shields to reach the eye of the storm.
But it was already too late.
Ziz's eyes ignited with crimson light. It roared, spreading its wings wide—and lightning exploded outward, engulfing the sky in a storm of divine judgment, incinerating everything that approached.
Then came the ground assault. Ziz whipped its wings downward again and again, sending colossal pillars of lightning crashing through the clouds and into the battlefield below.
Monsters on the ground looked up just in time to witness the deluge of destruction descending on them—splitting formations, obliterating any hope of escape.
They fled in terror, only to find that the shore offered no salvation.
A massive whirlpool had formed.
Leviathan was waiting.
Its powerful coils churned the ocean into a spinning vortex, sucking everything into its center.
Some creatures swam in desperation, others flew skyward—only to be struck again by Ziz's lightning.
Trapped in a perfect pincer attack, there was no escape.
Beneath the vortex, a red glow shimmered as a giant eye opened beneath the surface.
Leviathan was ready to feast.
With a deafening roar, it unleashed a shockwave that stunned nearby creatures, paralyzing them mid-flight or mid-swim, helplessly pulled into the whirlpool.
From its side, the sound of grinding steel echoed—Leviathan's jaws opened, revealing spinning saw blades inside, ready to shred anything unfortunate enough to fall in.
And many did—torn to pieces or consumed whole.
But the surface wasn't the only battlefield.
From the depths below, more creatures surged forward, aiming to attack Leviathan from beneath.
Futile.
Leviathan's fins sprouted razor-sharp blades as it coiled tighter, turning the surrounding currents into bladed torrents. Everything nearby was shredded, above and below.
The ocean turned black with blood and floating debris.
Before the King, the battlefield had become a massacre.
The monsters were not only being destroyed by Ziz and Leviathan—but also by the other guardians still holding the line.
"They seem to be enjoying themselves," the King murmured. "Status?"
"Scanning... enemy numbers are rapidly decreasing. No signs of mutation detected."
"And their energy levels?"
"Stable."
"Then let's end this. Behemoth, assist them."
With a grunt, Behemoth raised its foreleg.
Gravity distorted around it, forming a sphere before it slammed into the ground.
A massive shockwave surged across the battlefield, flinging enemies into the air.
As they screamed and struggled, Behemoth twisted gravity again—reversing it, pulling everything downward with crushing force.
The creatures slammed into the earth, reduced to bloody smears.
Silence fell.
The blackened field lay still, rubble and bodies strewn around the three Titans at its center.
"Now let's see where you'll run when your protectors are gone," the King muttered. "Ziz, strike the center."
Ziz focused its energy, forming a giant lightning sphere and hurled it into the distance.
A violent explosion followed, and a massive pillar of lightning engulfed the battlefield in searing white steam.
"You can't hide anymore," the King growled. "Come out and face me."
The wind stilled. Nothing moved. The silence was eerie.
Even the Titans paused, sensing something beyond the veil of steam.
Then—a sound.
Water flowing.
A strange, labored breathing.
As the mist began to clear, a familiar silhouette emerged.
The King's eyes widened.
"No… it can't be…" His voice trembled—not with fear, but fury.
What stood before him was not some nameless horror, but the Dragon King—the very one who had sacrificed himself so the Abyssal Breaker could strike.
But this was no longer that noble figure.
It was a desecrated corpse, stitched together with filth, covered in writhing teeth. Black ooze leaked from every crack. Smoke curled from its burning jaws.
Majesty was gone. Only death and blasphemy remained.
The King's memories of the Dragon King began to fade before this abomination.
"How dare they… how dare they do this!"
Ziz and Leviathan answered his wrath, charging ahead.
"Wait! You're no match for him!" the King shouted—but too late.
Ziz lunged, only to be intercepted—giant claws clamped around its head.
The Dragon King's hollow gaze locked onto Ziz.
Its claw began to tighten, trying to crush Ziz's skull.
Ziz retaliated, releasing a massive bolt of lightning at the Dragon King's face.
It exploded with thunder—but left no mark.
Not even a scratch.
The Dragon King began to squeeze harder—until Leviathan intervened, firing a barrage of water blasts to distract it.
But as Leviathan charged, it was intercepted by smaller dragon-like creatures.
Leviathan tore them apart, but their sheer numbers slowed him, blocking his view.
In that moment, the Dragon King hurled Ziz like a weapon—straight at Leviathan.
The two Titans collided and slammed into a nearby mountain, burying them in rubble.
Luckily, neither was seriously harmed.
They burst free—Ziz roaring as it shook debris from its wings, Leviathan slipping back into the sea.
Both roared in rage, preparing to strike again.
"Wait," the King said, stepping forward. "Behemoth and I will deal with him. You two handle the small ones."
Though reluctant, Ziz and Leviathan obeyed, turning to face the swarm.
The corrupted Dragon King turned its soulless eyes to the King and Behemoth.
No light remained—only an empty void.
Flashes of better times crossed the King's mind, bittersweet memories granting him resolve.
"He's no longer the Dragon King I once knew…" the King whispered, fists clenched. "Go, Behemoth. Let's give him peace."
Behemoth let out a guttural roar. Smoke billowed from its frame as it braced to strike.
The corrupted Dragon King answered with a howl of his own.
The two roars clashed, a prelude to the apocalyptic battle that was about to unfold.