Chapter 30: Unleashing of the Ultimate Power

The chamber fell silent after the intense clash. Nythra, the Phantom Queen, stood before Elias, her form flickering like a dying ember, while the remnants of her shadowy powers seemed to dissipate into the air like smoke. Her once fierce presence now seemed weak, vulnerable-an illusion unraveling before his eyes.

Elias stood, sword in hand, chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. His body was bruised and battered, but his spirit was stronger than ever. He had pushed himself beyond his limits, faced the very essence of death, and emerged victorious. Yet, the fight was not over.

The Phantom Queen's form shimmered and twisted, her laughter echoing eerily throughout the chamber.

"You may have defeated my wraiths, mortal, she sneered, her voice a haunting whisper, "but this is not the end. You may have pierced the illusion, but you will never escape the eternal truth of death."

Elias's grip tightened around his sword, his eyes narrowing with unwavering determination. He would not be intimidated. Not this time. He had come too far to falter now.

"You're wrong," he muttered, his voice steady despite the fatigue. "I've seen death. I've felt its pull. But I'm not afraid of you anymore."

As if in response to his defiance, the shadows around Nythra began to coalesce once more, her form rebuilding itself from the darkness. Her power surged, the air growing thick with the oppressive weight of her magic. She wasn't finished yet.

"I've had enough of your games," Elias muttered under his breath. His body burned with the power of his previous trials-the strength, the lightning, the ferocity. But this-this was different. He could feel something stirring inside of him. It was as if the very core of his being was awakening, responding to the fight, the battle, the energy he had absorbed.

A low hum began to build in his chest, resonating deep within his soul. It was an unexplainable force, a call to power, one that he had never felt before. It was the culmination of every trial he had endured. The gods, the beasts, the spirits-he had absorbed their strength, their essence. And now, he was ready.

Nythra, seemingly unaware of the shift in Elias, prepared to strike again. Her eyes glowed with malevolent light as she summoned a torrent of dark magic to unleash upon him.

But Elias was ready.

As the shadows closed in around him, he raised his hand, and a brilliant surge of energy erupted from within him. A shockwave of pure power ripped through the air, causing the shadows to falter and retreat. The ground trembled beneath him as his body was engulfed in a crackling aura of radiant lightning.

The power within him surged higher, stronger, more intense than anything he had ever felt. His hands began to glow with the same blinding light, and in that moment, Elias knew he was no longer the same.

The Divine Judgment, the power he had wielded in the past, paled in comparison to what he was about to unleash.

His voice rang out, filled with an undeniable authority, "Divine Judgment."

A pulse of energy, far greater than anything he had summoned before, erupted from his hands. A bolt of lightning, more devastating than any storm, shot forth from his palms. It cracked through the air with an intensity that shattered the very foundation of the citadel.

Nythra's expression twisted in horror as the bolt of divine energy tore through her ethereal form. She tried to summon her shadowy magic to defend herself, but it was too late. The lightning struck her directly, enveloping her in a blinding flash of raw power.

The Phantom Queen screamed in agony, her form disintegrating into nothingness as the energy consumed her. Her power was nothing. against the storm Elias had unleashed. With al final, deafening crack, Nythra was obliterated, her essence shattered in an explosion of light and darkness.

The chamber fell into a deep, unnatural silence. The last remnants of Nythra's power vanished like mist, and the oppressive weight of the afterlife lifted from the citadel. Elias stood in the center of the chamber, breathing heavily, his body still crackling with residual energy.

For a moment, all was still. He looked down at his hands, still glowing with the raw power he had just unleashed. He had done it-he had defeated the Phantom Queen.

But something was different. The energy inside him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if he had tapped into a new level of power, a force that could not be fully contained. Divine Judgment had become something far greater than he could have imagined.

His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with the possibilities. He had finally unlocked the true potential of his abilities.

He felt invincible.

Elias took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had won the battle, but the war was far from over. The next trial awaited him, and he would face it with the full might of his newfound power.