THE WAR REACHES ITS PEAK

Chapter 115: The War Reaches Its Peak

The battlefield was chaos.

Eldoria's forces clashed with Xelthar's strongest warriors, the ground itself trembling under the force of titanic clashes.

But the true war?

It was fought by the strongest.

At the heart of the battlefield, the Vanguard, the generals, and the mightiest warriors of both empires battled—not just for victory, but for survival.

And above them all, unseen by mortal eyes, Order watched.

Her influence spread through the battlefield like a creeping frost, her once divine essence now twisted, corrupted by Chaos' whispers.

She had once been balance.

Now, she was judgment.

And soon, all would kneel before it.

Kael vs. Ilyra – The Breaking Point

Kael's breath came in ragged gasps, blood dripping down his side.

Ilyra stood across from him, barely wounded, barely even fazed.

"You're strong," she admitted, spinning her dual blades effortlessly. "But I was born for war."

Kael wiped his mouth, gritting his teeth.

Then I'll just have to break fate itself.

His Gravity Domain expanded, warping the very air. The stone beneath them cracked, dragged into his overwhelming pull.

Ilyra's golden eyes widened—

Then she moved.

Kael vanished forward.

Their blades clashed in a storm of silver and red, the very air screaming under the force of their strikes.

One mistake.

One opening.

That was all Kael needed.

He wasn't faster than Ilyra.

But he made her slower.

Her feet touched the ground—and his Gravity Domain locked her in place for half a second.

But that was all he needed.

Kael's blade sank into her side.

For the first time—Ilyra staggered.

For the first time—she bled.

Kael exhaled. "Born for war? Good. So was I."

Lucian vs. The Warlord – A Dragon Unleashed

Lucian Eldoria had enough.

The Warlord's body was unbreakable, every strike bouncing off like he was carved from mythril itself.

But Lucian wasn't human either.

His golden draconic aura ignited, a pressure so suffocating that even the Warlord hesitated.

And in that hesitation—Lucian struck.

His blade cut through the air—but this time, it wasn't steel that struck.

It was fire.

Golden dragonfire, hot enough to melt through mountains.

The Warlord roared in pain as his once-invulnerable armor began to melt.

Lucian's golden eyes burned.

"Let's see if you're still unbreakable after this."

And then—

He drove his sword straight through the warlord's heart.

The Power of Eldoria's Generals

Beyond the Vanguard, the generals of Eldoria clashed with Xelthar's mightiest warriors.

Rheon Veyrin's Crimson Sigils burned through lines of enemies, his blood-stained katana carving through Xelthar's elites like they were paper.

Magnus Grimthorne tore through the battlefield like a living storm, his titan-strength making him unstoppable.

Elira Veyrin, fast and merciless, cut down anyone who dared stand before her.

And at the center of it all—

Grandmaster Reynard Faelthorne, the Sixth-Year Instructor, moved like a force of nature.

His etheric blade shimmered between states of existence, its strikes passing through armor like mist before solidifying to deliver fatal blows.

One Xelthar general fell.

Then another.

Then another.

His enemies had no time to react.

Because they were already dead.

Far beyond the battlefield, two divine beings watched.

Order, once the guardian of balance, now stood twisted, her presence spreading like a sickness.

Her once-pure light was now too bright, too overwhelming, too merciless.

"This war will end," she whispered.

"All will return to silence."

Chaos laughed.

"You've fallen, dear sister."

Order's golden eyes, now tinged with an eerie glow, flickered toward him.

"I have ascended."

Chaos smirked. "No, my dear. You've simply broken."

He stretched his arms wide, watching the battlefield with amusement.

"Shall we see how this little war ends?"

Order didn't answer.

She only watched as her influence spread—

And the world began to fall apart.