Chapter 56 - The Warfields of Eternity: Floor 43

The battlefield before them stretched endlessly, and the tension in the air was palpable. Elias, Althea, and Lyra had just defeated the

commander of the mortal army on Floor 42, but they knew that the true test was only just beginning. The Warfields of Eternity were not meant to be conquered easily. Waves of enemies continued to surge toward them, and there was no sign of respite in sight.

System Message: Floor 43 The Warfields of Eternity

They continued forward, stepping cautiously across the war-torn earth. The ground was littered with the wreckage of battles fought long before they arrived: broken weapons, shattered shields, and the remnants of fallen warriors. The horizon was filled with the sound of clashing steel and cries of combat, as if the battlefield had no end.

Elias could feel it-the weight of the trial growing heavier. Every step they took seemed to drain a little more of his energy. The challenge of surviving was becoming more difficult with each wave of enemies they faced.

But he wasn't about to give up. Not when they were this close.

"Stay alert, Flias murmured to Althea and Lyra as they moved forward. "This place doesn't let up.

Althea nodded, her expression grim. "We'll survive. We've made it this far.

Lyra, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up. "The enemy will grow stronger here. We need to find the source of the waves and take it down before we're overwhelmed."

Elias glanced at her. "You think there's something controlling these waves?"

Lyra's eyes narrowed, scanning the battlefield around them. "Something is calling them. If we can destroy that, we might be able to stop the endless waves."

They pushed on, their footsteps heavy with the knowledge of the battle yet to come.

As they ventured deeper into Floor 43, the air grew thick with tension. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the clamor of war intensified. Suddenly, a great rumble shook the

earth, and a new wave of enemies emerged.

System Message: Wave 4: 500 Divine Soldiers

The new wave was different from the others.

These soldiers were not just divine in power-they were imbued with an ancient magic that made them more formidable than any warriors they had faced so far. Their armor gleamed with a spectral light, and their weapons hummed with a dark energy.

"They're enhanced, Althea observed, her eyes flicking over the advancing soldiers. "Be careful."

"Stay together!" Elias barked. "Focus on the ones coming from the sides first!"

Lyra raised her hands, summoning a surge of elemental power as arcs of lightning crackled around her. She unleashed a barrage of bolts, striking down several soldiers in a flash of light. But the divine soldiers seemed to regenerate quickly, their dark magic allowing them to heal

and return to the fight.

Elias charged forward, his sword drawn and ready. His movements were swift, almost too fast for the human eye to follow, but even his formidable speed wasn't enough to take down the soldiers quickly. The enemies were

relentless, their divine powers pushing them forward despite the attacks they took.

"These things won't stop unless we hit their core, Elias muttered, his breath heavy as he parried another strike. "We need to find what's fueling them."

Suddenly, Lyra's voice cut through the chaos. "There!" She pointed toward a large structure

rising in the center of the battlefield, partially obscured by the shifting dust. It was a tall, dark obelisk, its surface pulsating with a strange energy. That's where their power is coming from!"

Elias nodded, determination in his eyes. "We destroy that, and this will end."

Althea and Lyra fought their way through the

soldiers, their teamwork unshaken. Elias, leading the charge, cleaved through the enemies blocking his path, his sword cutting through

them with a precision that left no room for hesitation. Each strike he made sent a divine soldier crashing to the ground, but the wave never seemed to end.

The closer they got to the obelisk, the stronger the resistance became. The soldiers' attacks grew more vicious, and their strength was unmatched. Elias found himself facing the toughest of them, each strike feeling like it could break him if he faltered.

As they reached the base of the obelisk, Elias could feel the pressure mounting. The dark energy that radiated from it was suffocating, and the divine soldiers were relentless in their

defense.

"We need to destroy this now!" Elias shouted, his voice strained.

Lyra stepped forward, her eyes glowing with arcane power. "Hold them off for a moment," she

said, her voice calm despite the chaos around them, "I'll cast a spell to break the obelisk's

defenses.

Elias nodded, gripping his sword tightly. "We'll buy you time."

The battle intensified as Althea and Elias fought to protect Lyra, their backs to the obelisk as Lyra began to chant in an ancient tongue. The air

around her shimmered with magical energy as she summoned the forces of the elements to weaken the structure. Her hands glowed with

fiery power, crackling as she unleashed a torrent of flames upon the obelisk.

The divine soldiers launched themselves at the

trio, their weapons swinging with deadly precision. Elias and Althea fought back fiercely, their coordination flawless, but the weight of the battle was beginning to take its toll. Elias's

muscles screamed in protest as he cut through wave after wave, each battle leaving him more drained than the last.

"Come on, Lyral" Elias shouted, his voice raw with exhaustion. "We can't keep this up for long!"

With a final cry, Lyra released a surge of energy, her spell colliding with the obelisk in a blinding

explosion of light and sound. The obelisk cracked and shattered, and the divine soldiers faltered, their strength dissipating.

System Message: Wave 4. Divine Soldiers Defeated System Message: Obelisk Destroyed

The battlefield fell silent, the sound of clashing swords and dying soldiers echoing into the distance. The divine soldiers, now powerless, collapsed to the ground, their strength gone.

"We did it" Althea said, breathing heavily.