Chapter 65 The War Council's Wrath (Floor 48 - Breaking the Generals)

The battlefield was a storm of steel and sorcery. Elias, Althea, and Lyra fought with everything they had, but the spectral generals refused to fall easily.

[SYSTEM ALERT: SPECTRAL GENERALS'

ADAPTATION IN PROGRESS.]

[WARNING: THEIR STRENGTH IS INCREASING.]

Elias barely had time to react before Varkos, The Blade of Conquest, vanished in a blur-his speed doubled.

"Shit-!"

Elias barely raised his sword in time to parry,

but the sheer force sent him skidding backward. The cursed blade hummed as Varkos swung again, its aura seeking to drain Elias' remaining

energy.

But Elias wasn't defenseless.

Phantom Step!

He flickered away just as the blade carved

through the air where his chest had been. Reappearing behind Varkos, Elias lashed out with Death's Touch-his sword flaring with necrotic energy.

The attack struck. Varkos staggered, his spectral body crackling as the necrotic energy ate away at him.

Elias smirked.

"Not so untouchable now, huh?"

But before he could follow up, Sythra, The Shadow Tactician, reemerged-this time with dozens of copies.

"Enough playing around."

The clones all rushed forward.

Elias cursed. He couldn't tell which was real.

"Lyra! Burn them!"

Lyra's hands flashed with crimson energy.

"Infernal Ruin!"

A circle of hellfire exploded outward, consuming the shadow clones. Most vanished instantly, but one stumbled back, real.

Elias seized the moment.

Primal Roar!

A wave of sheer bestial fury erupted from him, shaking the entire battlefield.

Sythra clutched his head, momentarily dazed.

Elias was already moving.

Phantom Step.

He flickered forward, his blade driving straight into Sythra's chest.

The shadow tactician's form shuddered.

Then he crumbled into wisps of darkness.

[ SYSTEM ALERT: GENERAL SYTHRA, THE

SHADOW TACTICIAN, HAS BEEN DEFEATED.]

Elias exhaled. One down.

Althea vs. Draven

On the other side of the battlefield, Althea struggled against General Draven, The Blood Reaper.

He was monstrous every wound she inflicted

only made him stronger.

Althea dodged a wild slash, her breath ragged.

She couldn't keep this up.

But then-Elias' roar echoed across the battlefield.

Draven stumbled.

It was a brief opening, but enough.

Althea's hands glowed with divine light.

"HOLY WRATH!"

A beam of searing radiance shot from her staff, engulfing Draven completely.

The bloodthirsty general howled as the light burned away his spectral form.

Moments later he was gone.

[SYSTEM ALERT: GENERAL DRAVEN, THE BLOOD REAPER, HAS BEEN DEFEATED.]

Althea fell to one knee, panting.

*That was too close."

Lyra vs. Haldrek

Lyra was struggling.

Haldrek, The Iron Wall, was unlike the others-his massive shield blocked every spell she

threw.

Her fire? Deflected.

Her lightning? Absorbed.

Nothing worked.

"Damn it."

But then she saw something a crack in the

shield.

It was small, but it was there.

Lyra smirked.

"Alright, you bastard. Let's see how much you

can take.

She channeled everything she had.

Arcane Devastation!

A massive surge of raw magical energy

exploded from her hands-not in a direct attack, but in a pulse, shattering the battlefield around

them.

The force was too much for the cracked shield.

it finally broke.

Haldrek stared in shock-just as Lyra unleashed a final, concentrated blast straight at his

exposed chest.

With a low groan, he collapsed and faded away.

[SYSTEM ALERT: GENERAL HALDREK, THE

IRON WALL, HAS BEEN DEFEATED.]

Lyra grinned.

"That's three down."

The Last General

Elias turned to Varkos.

The general was alone now.

But instead of fear, he smiled.

"You have fought well."

Then-his form burned with golden light.

His power was rising.

Elias' instincts screamed.

This wasn't over.