Chapter 55 - The Warfields of Eternity: Floors 41-42

The moment Elias, Althea, and Lyra set foot onto the blood-soaked battlefield, the air shifted, thick with the scent of war. The sky above was an eerie mix of dark clouds, swirling in chaotic patterns as if reflecting the ongoing battles of this cursed land. The ground beneath them cracked with each step, and the echo of weapons clashing in the distance reverberated through the air.

Elias could feel it-the weight of centuries of battle pressing down on him. He gripped his sword tighter, eyes scanning the horizon, waiting for the first wave of enemies. Lyra, by his side, had her hands crackling with arcane energy, her eyes sharp with anticipation. Althea, ever steady, drew her bow, ready to strike at the first sign of movement.

"We should stick together, Elias said, his voice low but firm. "In a battlefield like this, if we get separated, we won't survive.

Althea nodded. "Agreed. I'll cover the rear."

"Leave the big ones to me, Lyra chimed in, her smile full of confidence. "I'll handle the rest."

As they advanced, the distant rumble of battle grew louder. The ground beneath their feet trembled as if the earth itself was alive with the struggles of countless souls. Then, without warning, the first wave of enemies emerged from the mist.

System Message: Wave 1: 100 Mortal Warriors

They were no mere fodder-these warriors were

battle-hardened, their eyes filled with the determination of those who had fought for ages. Each wielded a weapon of divine make, their armor shining with an unsettling brilliance.

Elias's muscles tensed, his instincts sharpening. "Here they come."

With a single movement, Elias surged forward, his sword cutting through the first wave with brutal efficiency. The clash of metal rang out as the warriors retaliated, their weapons flashing in the dim light. Elias was a whirlwind, his every move calculated and precise as he tore through the soldiers with deadly strikes.

Althea's arrows flew through the air, each one finding its mark, taking down the soldiers who attempted to flank them. Her eyes were locked onto their movements, anticipating their every step.

Lyra, however, was a force of nature. She stood at the center of the battlefield, her arms raised high as she summoned the arcane. With a fierce incantation, bolts of lightning cracked from her fingertips, striking down soldiers with a power

that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. The air shimmered with raw magical energy, her

control over the elements impeccable.

The warriors were relentless, but so were they.

Wave after wave crashed upon them, each one more challenging than the last. Elias and Althea fought side by side, their teamwork seamless, while Lyra laid down devastating spells that obliterated entire clusters of soldiers in an

instant.

System Message: Wave 2: 200 Mortal Warriors

The numbers were increasing, but Elias didn't

falter. He pressed forward, his body moving on instinct, his every motion a dance of death. His sword cleaved through enemies, and with each strike, he felt the bloodlust within him grow

stronger. He couldn't explain it he was feeding off the battle, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the sheer will to survive.

Althea's arrows continued to fly, her accuracy unerring. She moved gracefully, never missing a shot, but Elias could tell she was growing weary. They needed to end this, and fast.

Lyra's power surged again. This time, she raised her hands higher, calling forth a massive storm of fire and lightning that tore through the battlefield. The energy exploded outward, engulfing dozens of warriors in an inferno of

destruction

The ground beneath them shook violently as the storm raged, but Elias knew this couldn't go on forever. The wave after wave would continue unless they broke through it.

"Lyra!" Elias shouted. "Can you target their leader?"

Lyra paused, a look of concentration crossing her face. "I can try. But we need to find him

first.

Elias's gaze narrowed. He had fought many battles before, but something about this layer felt different. There was an unrelenting nature to it-a constant push forward, like the world itself was forcing them to fight until they dropped. He knew they had to find the leader and end this.

Suddenly, in the distance, a group of warriors parted, revealing a figure clad in golden armor. The leader of this wave.

System Message: Wave 3: Commander of the Mortal Army

Elias felt his blood run cold. This wasn't just any leader. This was a warrior forged in the heat of

countless battles, a being of immense strength and skill. He could see the divine aura radiating from the commander, the golden armor gleaming even in the dim light. This was no

mere mortal

"That's him," Elias muttered. "Take him down, now!"

With a battle cry, the commander lunged forward, his golden sword raised high. He was faster than any of the warriors they had fought so far, his movements a blur of divine power. Elias met him head-on, their swords clashing

with a deafening boom.

The commander's strike was like a bolt of

lightning, forcing Elias back. But Elias wasn't done. He gritted his teeth and surged forward once more, pushing past the pain, the fatigue. He couldn't let un now.

The battle raged for what felt like an eternity, but

Elias and the commander were locked in a deadly dance. Their blades struck with incredible force, and the ground beneath them cracked with every impact.

Althea and Lyra continued to clear out the remaining soldiers, but Elias's focus was solely on the commander.

Finally, with one final, devastating strike, Elias's sword cut through the commander's defense. The divine warrior fell to the ground, his golden armor cracking as he crumpled to the earth.

System Message: Wave 3: Commander Defeated

The battlefield fell silent, the remaining warriors

retreating into the mist. Elias stood over the fallen commander, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The adrenaline that had fueled him

moments before now began to wear off, leaving him feeling drained.

"We did it," Althea said, her voice breathless.

Lyra wiped her brow, looking satisfied. "Not bad, But we're just getting started. You two are strong, but this battlefield is far from over."

Elias nodded. "Let's keep moving. We still have more to face."

As they pressed onward, the sounds of battle began to fade into the distance, replaced by the eerie quiet that always followed the chaos. The battlefield stretched out before them, vast and

sword cut through the commander's defense. The divine warrior fell to the ground, his golden armor cracking as he crumpled to the earth.

System Message: Wave 3: Commander Defeated

The battlefield fell silent, the remaining warriors retreating into the mist. Elias stood over the fallen commander, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The adrenaline that had fueled him moments before now began to wear off, leaving him feeling drained.

"We did it," Althea said, her voice breathless.

Lyra wiped her brow, looking satisfied. "Not bad. But we're just getting started. You two are strong, but this battlefield is far from over."

Elias nodded. "Let's keep moving. We still have more to face."

As they pressed onward, the sounds of battle began to fade into the distance, replaced by the eerie quiet that always followed the chaos. The battlefield stretched out before them, vast and endless. And they knew that they had only just begun to scratch the Eternity. of the Warfields of