After receiving the King's order.
All three Titans began channeling energy from their cores to unleash their strongest attacks, charging directly at the Star Eater's core.
Ziz was first. He let out a thunderous roar as his entire body blazed with golden light. Lightning bolts began to arc and envelop him, crawling along his feathers. Lowering his head and folding his wings inward as if embracing himself, the lightning surged toward his chest, forming a dense, thunderous orb. It pulsed with such intensity it seemed ready to incinerate anything that touched it.
When the energy reached its peak, Ziz puffed out his chest and flung his wings open, launching the thunderball with a deafening cry.
Next, Leviathan commanded the surrounding waters to swirl into a massive whirlpool, with himself at the center. The vortex spun faster and faster, emitting monstrous howls as if something terrifying lurked within. As it shrank to Leviathan's size, the water coiled around his body, trailing down to his tail. With a swift motion, he lashed his tail forward, flinging the spiraling water straight ahead.
Then Behemoth stepped forward, roaring as he spread his arms wide and clenched his fists. From them, two compact gravity fields formed, so dense his own fists began to distort under pressure. He brought his fists together at his chest, the fields colliding into a chaotic, unstable force. It screamed as space itself twisted within the transparent orb it became.
His hands and chest began to disintegrate from the strain, yet Behemoth stood firm. Once the orb stabilized, though still visibly warping the space inside, he roared and hurled it forward with all his might.
The Titans' attacks surged toward the core—and then, everything went silent.The moment they collided, time seemed to pause.
Then—an overwhelming light consumed all of Utopia, followed by a detonation that shattered the very fabric of space, engulfing the black sea in a sea of light.
This explosion was even greater than the clash between Behemoth and the Dragon King.
Lightning, water, and shockwaves burst outwards, obliterating everything within range. The sea vaporized under the heat. The sky and land split in two. Steam thickened the air, cloaking the battlefield in blinding fog.
The surrounding guardians were pushed back. To hold formation, they activated all their thrusters—some held their ground; others were blown away. All suffered damage.
Even the mighty Titans couldn't endure the blast at close range.
Ziz flapped his wings at full throttle to resist. Leviathan, lacking anything to anchor to, was flung away—until Behemoth caught its tail and reeled it back using gravity.
The shockwave didn't stop there.Kingdoms far from the frontline, already weakened by earlier tremors, were pushed to collapse. This final quake shattered whatever structures remained.
A flash of blinding light flared in the sky, followed by a massive earthquake.
Walls crumbled. Houses fell. Rubble buried the streets.
Fortunately, guardians had already been deployed to protect civilians, softening the damage.
"Is everyone okay?" a squad leader shouted, conjuring a barrier.
"Quickly report the situation."
"Sir! Everything's in chaos!" a soldier panicked. "Too many structures collapsed at once—we can't assess casualties!"
"Damn it… what the hell's going on out there?" The leader glanced toward the battlefield, anxious. "Is the King still in control? I hope so…"
Without waiting, he rushed into the debris to rescue the trapped alongside his men.
Back on the battlefield, the explosion kept expanding, forcing the Titans to stop resisting and allow the shockwave to carry them. Once far enough, Behemoth deployed a gravity field to halt their momentum and gently land them.
The Titans regrouped and turned toward the fading explosion.
At its heart, a massive crater had formed, water pouring in to fill the void.
Floating at the center—was the Star Eater's core.
Its body was cracking.
"It seems even a mighty creature like you cannot withstand the power of weak humans," the King mocked with biting sarcasm.
As if in response, the Star Eater roared, its core launching toward the Titans at blinding speed.
The Titans braced.
Behemoth swiftly deployed a wide gravity field. The core slowed dramatically, giving them a window.
Behemoth narrowed the field around the core, intensifying the compression. Cracks spread wider.
Ziz and Leviathan struck with continuous lightning and water jets.
Their attacks, distorted by the gravity field, triggered unstable, layered explosions that consumed the core.
To ensure its destruction, the King gave a final command.
"All guardians, target the core and fire everything!"
Cannons. Missiles. Magic.A relentless storm of firepower rained down.
The battlefield trembled with endless blasts. Inside the gravity field, smoke and chaos obscured the core.
No one could tell if it still existed—but the attacks didn't stop.
"The Titans are down to 50% energy. Guardians at 45%," the system warned.
"Shall we continue?"
"Keep firing," the King ordered.
"Yes, sir."
The King watched the gravity field closely.
"I wonder if it's finally over…" he muttered. "Let's end this now—"
But then—everything stopped.
The blasts. The lightning. The screams...
All motion in Utopia froze.
Only the King remained able to move.
"What the hell is this?" he murmured. "Is this another ability of that thing?"
He stared at the core.
Whispers—hateful and cursed—filled his mind.
"Not this again…" He collapsed.
Suddenly, a sound like tearing cloth echoed, followed by a pop like a bursting bubble.
The King looked up.
The smoke was gone.
What he saw instead—was a hand emerging from a crack, holding the shattered core.
The core trembled, as if trying to speak.
As the King struggled to stand, he blinked—and saw a colossal eye staring back at him.
Not soulless like the Star Eater.
But ancient.
Indescribable.
Terror gripped him. Not exhaustion—pure fear.
He couldn't move.
He could only watch.
The two entities… conversed.
The eye roared in a furious, alien tongue.
The core whispered back like a servant answering its master.
"This… is like a dream," the King thought, horrified.
"No… a nightmare. Is that coming next?"
As if on cue, their exchange ended.
The eye sank back into the crack—only for a massive jaw, lined with jagged teeth, to emerge and devour both the core and the hand holding it.
Then, where the core once was—remained only a strange object.
Something like a seed.
Or an egg.
The jaw and hand vanished.
The crack closed.
The battlefield was still again—until time resumed.
The attacks resumed, striking the floating object—but they were reflected instantly.
The Titans and guardians were struck by their own fire.
The King snapped back to action.
"Everyone, stop attacking—now!" he shouted.
The barrage halted.
"Status report."
"All three Titans have minor damage. Guardians… more severe."
"I see…" the King muttered, eyes locked on the object.
It floated.
Silent.
Still.
But they all knew—it was waiting.
And whatever it was…
wasn't good.