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Krugo – Above the City

The sky was a battlefield of gods.

Sulfur tore through the air like a falling blade, a comet of wrath wrapped in Viora flame. He clashed mid-air with the Void Monarch, the impact rupturing the atmosphere with thunderous pressure. Blasts of Viora collided with abyssal magic — flame versus void, divine law versus ancient chaos.

Karna joined the fray from above, descending in a blur of gravity-defying elegance. With a flick of her staff, she summoned mirrored spheres that hovered like moons, warping time and light.

"Push him out of the rift zone," she commanded. "We can't let him anchor!"

The Void Monarch snarled, black tongues of power leaking from his mouth. With one word in a forgotten tongue, he shattered her orbiting mirrors — but she was already gone, teleporting beside Sulfur.

Together, they surged again.

Krugo – Inner Command Bastion

Kavo El'Vertigo stood before a table of sigil-maps, his gauntlet hovering over ancient glyphs etched into obsidian panels.

"They think they can drown my capital in shadow?" His voice was low. "Then we'll burn them out."

He slammed his hand down.

"Deploy the Black Star Legion."

All across Krugo, enormous doors split open. From bunkers buried beneath the city's core emerged black-clad soldiers, encased in reinforced aetherplate—each bearing the insignia of a dying sun stitched in crimson.

The Black Star Legion.

Velmora's hidden sword. Reserved for extinction-level threats.

Moving in perfect formation, the Legion marched through flame and smoke, their cannons humming with ancient energy. They opened fire in unison—crimson beams lancing into the Voidlings, disintegrating hundreds at a time.

No battle cries. No mercy. Just silence and precision.

Voidlings screamed. The sky tore. The earth shook.

Krugo – Southern Quadrant Ruins

Kiro spun, deflecting a claw strike with a newly-forged blade of solid blood. Pablo followed behind, forming a serpent of dark water that lashed out, snapping Voidlings in half.

They had cleared a dozen streets. Survivors were pulling back toward the inner district.

But then the air turned cold.

A shadow loomed—twice the size of any creature before it.

Pox.

A Warlord-Class Voidling. Taller than a tower. Its flesh shifted constantly—an amalgamation of insect, bone, and pulsing muscle. Four jagged arms, a jaw that split sideways, and eyes filled with necrotic stars.

"Two sparks," it hissed. "One cursed… one broken."

It dropped from the sky like a meteor.

Kiro shoved Pablo aside just as the shockwave hit. Entire blocks caved inward.

Blood leaked from Kiro's eyes as his Blood God System flared.

"Caution. Subject is layered with Void Entropy. Organic regeneration suppressed. System recommends precision over brute force."

Kiro smirked. "Then I'll carve him apart piece by piece."

The Battle Commences

Kiro charged first.

With blood spiraling around him, he blinked across rooftops and struck. His blade sunk in—but Pox laughed, its skin hardening like obsidian.

It swung—Kiro barely dodged, skidding down a wall in a trail of sparks.

Pablo followed up, summoning a Dark Leviathan Lance from liquid shadow, hurling it into Pox's exposed ribcage. The Warlord roared, stumbling.

But it wasn't done.

It opened its jaws—revealing a black core—and fired a cone of anti-energy. The street behind them evaporated.

Kiro grabbed Pablo, teleporting mid-burst, landing hard in a crater of ash.

Pablo coughed. "That thing's a fortress."

Kiro's hand pulsed with bloodlight. "Then let's siege it."

Meanwhile – Above the City

Sulfur's blade of Viora clashed with the Void Monarch's scythe of emptiness.

"I don't care what world you crawled from," Sulfur growled. "You won't take this one."

With a howl, he drove a solar lance through the Monarch's shoulder. Karna followed with an implosion sphere, collapsing space around his core.

The Monarch screamed. The rift above flickered—destabilized.

The Void army below panicked.

One by one, they began to retreat—called back to the collapsing rift.

Krugo – Final Clash

Pox sensed it. "No… no… this is not over—!"

Kiro's blade exploded with raw Omega radiation.

"Wrong."

He dashed forward. Pablo followed—shadow sword and blood blade combined.

They struck together, one vertical, one horizontal.

Pox's core split apart.

The Warlord's body burst into smoke and fell with a scream that echoed for miles.

Sky – The Rift Closes

The last Voidling was pulled screaming into the collapsing rift as Karna thrust her staff into the dimensional wound.

With one final pulse of Viora from Sulfur, the crack in the sky sealed.

For now… Velmora had survived.