The three Titans and the Guardians roared as one and charged forward.
Both sides clashed violently, blood and debris streaking across the sky as explosions rocked the battlefield.
They fought with unrelenting ferocity—neither side willing to yield.
The Guardians fired their cannons, tearing down enemies mid-air, while their blades carved through bodies, splitting them clean in half.
But the Star Eaters were no less terrifying, using monstrous limbs to grab the Guardians, rip them apart, and unleash beams of light that sliced clean through their armor.
Energy shields soon flared to life around the Guardians, shielding them from the worst and allowing them to retaliate with precise, deadly shots.Yet the Star Eaters showed no regard for their own—they hurled each other forward, using fallen allies as shields, charging straight into the Guardian lines.
Gigantic arms blotted out the sky, crashing down with crushing force.
The shields sparked and flared as magic circles formed—burning, tearing, straining against the weight.
But there were too many. For every Star Eater slain, another surged forward. The shields overloaded and shattered.
Clawed hands lunged toward a fallen Guardian——but another Guardian arrived just in time, slashing through the arms and creating a window to counterattack.
Yet the savior became the next victim, as a swarm descended and crushed him into twisted wreckage.
Even then, before the final signal was lost, the fallen Guardian detonated its core—taking countless enemies in a brilliant, devastating blast.
The explosion scorched a crater into the battlefield, filled with nothing but blood and mangled metal.
But it wasn't enough.
The pit was soon overrun again. The Star Eaters advanced endlessly, leaving no room to breathe.The tide of battle had shifted.
More than half of the Guardians had fallen, while the Star Eaters only multiplied.
It was no longer a fight. It was a massacre.
One by one, the Guardians were overwhelmed—devoured by monstrous hands and dissected by beams of light—reduced to mindless heaps of scrap.Explosions echoed from their remains, only to be silenced by the sheer number of enemies that followed.
"The communication link with the remaining Guardians... has been lost."
"What?"
The King gasped, still hurling waves of magic as he fought, surrounded on all sides.
"What do we have left?" The king both attacked and questioned the system.
"Only you... and the three Titans. And they're running out of energy."
"Damn it!" the King shouted, unleashing a surge of magic. "DIE, ALL OF YOU!"
He turned to the Titans—they were barely holding on.
Utopia's gods and weapons were crumbling beneath the onslaught.
Ziz soared through the sky, dodging relentlessly while hurling bolts of lightning to scatter the swarms.A rain of light-beams pursued it, while cannons lining its body roared to life, firing in every direction to buy time and space.
It dared not stop. One second of hesitation, and it would be overwhelmed.
But its speed began to falter—not from exhaustion, but because the Star Eaters had caught up and latched on.
Though lightning and cannonfire blasted them apart, they came in waves, clinging, tearing.
Wings ripped cannons from Ziz's body. Feathers were torn away. Ziz screamed in agony.
Its armor crumbled. Its eyes shattered. It could no longer see or feel.
There was only one choice left.
Ziz overloaded its core.
A piercing cry reverberated through its frame, light flooding from deep within.
It blazed like a dying sun—an explosion of lightning and fury.
From the ground, a single scream pierced the clouds, followed by a column of light and a deafening boom.Thunder cracked. The heavens opened.
Feathers and shattered metal rained from the sky, each piece detonating on impact.
Ziz—the one who once split sky and earth—ended its life in sacrifice, taking a legion of Star Eaters with it.
But it wasn't alone.
Leviathan was still fighting beneath the waves, but its whirlpools weakened—choked by the sheer density of enemies.
Creatures clung to its body, yet blades along its form whirled to shred them apart.
It surged forward, releasing slashing waves of water and paralyzing shockwaves.
It charged without mercy.
But from the darkness of the deep, countless arms burst upward and seized it.
Leviathan fought, tearing free.
Again and again.
Until a wall of flesh and fangs rose in its path.
It crashed headlong into it, clawing to break free, but its attacks were now dulled—water slashes blocked, shockwaves absorbed.
The swarm grew denser. They closed in from all sides.
With no escape, Leviathan prepared to detonate—
—but hands seized it first.
Dragged down, deeper and deeper, into the abyss.
It struggled.
Screamed.
Then the arms crushed down all at once, tearing Leviathan apart.
Its broken body vanished into the dark.
Leviathan—the Eye of the Deep Sea—fell fighting, consumed by the ocean's shadow.
"Ziz and Leviathan have... lost connection."
"No..."The King stared skyward, watching Ziz's shattered remains rain down.
"Impossible… Ziz…"
He turned to the sea—only the Star Eaters remained.
"Everything...'
The King stood frozen.
"Ziz... Leviathan…"
Sensing the King's vulnerability, the Star Eaters surged forward—but were instantly crushed beneath a gravitational wave.
Behemoth still stood.
It pulled the King into its massive frame and hoisted him to its shoulder.
Its gravity field had shielded a vast region since the battle began, obliterating anything within.
But the Star Eaters were adapting—slipping inside the barrier, testing its limits.
Behemoth struck relentlessly, pulverizing the intruders.
But the number breaching the field was rising.
They latched onto its limbs, ripping and tearing.
Behemoth roared in agony.
Clutching the King tightly, it shielded him with its body, even as cannons on its back opened fire in a desperate barrage.
It became a living wall—surrounded, buried beneath the enemy.
Still, it refused to fall.
It looked down at the King, who lay in its arms—broken, hollow-eyed.
It let out a roar, trying to rouse him. But the King did not respond.
And in that moment… it seemed to think for itself.
It connected to the system.
Opened a space gate.
And shoved the King through it—sending him back to Atlantis.
The King's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You... you're just machines..."
He vanished into the gate, whispering,
"I'm sorry..."
For a brief instant, it looked as if Behemoth was crying.
Tears—or was it only rain? No one could tell.
The gate closed.
Behemoth roared with fury, stood tall, and overloaded its core.
The Star Eaters attacked in waves, clawing up from the ocean depths.
But Behemoth would not yield.
The moment the core hit critical mass—a colossal magnetic explosion erupted, tearing its body apart from within.
Fragments flew. A magnetic storm formed—ripping apart every creature caught within.
No one knew how long it would last.
And the one who had been watching all along—the creature who had yet to move, who had waited with cruel patience—now hovered above, watching the chaos.
It had waited for this moment.
It would strike once the storm died down—for now, the true hunt would begin.