UNDERWATER BATTLE

Saland, Haytham, Shimmon, and Christy, the valiant quartet, had embarked on a perilous journey at the behest of Sylene. Their vessel? A large, cheerful yellow submarine, plunging into the crushing depths of the VR WORLD seas. Their mission: to locate the elusive third and final water portal, rumored to lie hidden beneath the waves. The submarine, pre-programmed by Sylene herself, hummed with a quiet efficiency, charting a course towards their watery destination.

Within the sub's metallic confines, a scene of contrasting personalities unfolded. Saland, ever the composed leader, reclined on a surprisingly comfortable yellow armchair. Haytham, his gaze steady, leaned against the cool, unyielding iron wall. Christy, exuding an air of casual confidence, sat with legs elegantly crossed on a stark black chair. And then there was Shimmon. The muscle-bound warrior was engaged in a private, and rather comical, training session, striking one flamboyant pose after another.

The silence of the deep was eventually shattered by Shimmon's booming voice, punctuated by the flex of a well-defined bicep. "So, about this boss… a good old-fashioned flurry of punches should do the trick, right?"

Christy, without uncrossing her legs, offered a correction. "Didn't you listen to Sylene? It's about inflicting maximum damage until the key manifests in its chest. Only then can we strike the decisive blow."

A thoughtful frown creased Haytham's brow. "The real complication will arise if the hunters decide to deploy their own forces down here."

Saland, ever the pragmatist, offered reassurance. "We've grown stronger, you know. The trials we've faced, the glitches and formidable opponents… they've forged us anew. They might be tougher than the likes of Bruhsuperdoom or Null from our early days, but we are no longer the same individuals who faced them."

A wide grin spread across Shimmon's face. "You're absolutely right! Your beauty, all of yours, has blossomed remarkably since our first meeting! It's truly astounding how we, once humbled by an incomplete glitch like Bruhsuperdoom, have now overcome four high-tier glitches!"

Haytham's expression softened with gratitude. "Without the unwavering support of Benamoth, Crowar, Sharon, Paul, and so many others… we wouldn't be standing here. Our very status as admins is a testament to Andrew, the supreme admin."

Saland nodded in agreement, but his gaze held a hint of caution. "Indeed. However, reaching this level doesn't grant us invincibility. We must remain vigilant, prepared for any eventuality. The future, as always, remains shrouded in uncertainty."

Unbeknownst to them, their vessel was descending into an even deeper abyss. The pressure mounted, the submarine's hull groaning under the strain, until they breached the 10,000-meter mark. Suddenly, before them materialized a breathtaking spectacle: a colossal swirling vortex of azure energy. The boss's portal. Without hesitation, the yellow submarine plunged directly into the heart of the swirling mass.

Chaos erupted within the submarine. A violent tremor seized the vessel, throwing its occupants against the walls. Only a desperate scramble for the handrails prevented them from being tossed about like ragdolls. Then, as suddenly as it began, the shaking ceased. With a disconcerting lurch, the submarine broke the surface of the water.

Emerging from the top hatch, the four heroes were met with an unexpected sight. They were no longer beneath the waves. Instead, they found themselves in a vast, cavernous space filled with an expanse of still, warm water that stretched beyond their sight, devoid of any discernible horizon. Above them loomed an impossibly high ceiling of solid rock. A thick, swirling mist, born from the water's warmth, obscured their vision.

Their submarine had surfaced near an enormous circular platform, a stark white disc resting serenely on the water, its outer rim shaded in a somber gray. Cautiously, the group clambered onto the mist-shrouded platform. They advanced tentatively, the silence broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the platform's edge and the soft crunch of their footsteps.

Suddenly, Shimmon halted, his keen eyes catching a vague outline through the swirling fog. A colossal statue loomed in the center of the platform, its sheer size hinting at something truly monumental. As if on cue, the mist began to recede, slowly unveiling the breathtaking figure before them.

It was a statue of immense proportions, easily towering over 180 meters in height, sculpted in a vibrant azure hue. Its form was distinctly feminine, possessing two incredibly long, graceful legs. Bizarrely, it boasted not two, but six arms – three extending from each side of its torso – each hand gripping a formidable-looking spear. Two enormous eyes, carved deep into the stone, glowed with an eerie blue light.

Then, with a movement that sent a shiver down their spines, the right eye's orbit swiveled, fixing its luminous gaze upon our heroes. Simultaneously, the left eye turned towards their left, drawing their attention to four figures approaching from that direction.

The first was a mountain of muscle clad in black armor etched with glowing green energy lines. His hair was short and black, his eyes unsettling with their white sclera, black irises, and black pupils. He hefted a massive, one-handed axe, its broad blade radiating a malevolent green energy.

Next to him stood a tall, slender woman with long, flowing blonde hair, draped in a sweeping black gown. Her eyes mirrored the first man's unsettling appearance, but her irises were a piercing blue, and a palpable pink aura emanated from her being.

Beside her was a man of average build, impeccably dressed in a dark blue elegant suit and matching trousers. His short, neatly styled black hair framed a face that held a hint of aristocratic coolness. He carried a classic knight's sword, its iron hilt featuring a "T" shaped guard, and its long, straight blade gleaming with the dull sheen of wrought iron.

The final figure was another powerfully built man, his long red hair cascading down his back. His eyes, like the others, possessed the stark white sclera and black pupils, but his irises burned with an intense red. He wore only gray jeans, his bare upper body a testament to his impressive physique.

The blonde woman spoke, her voice carrying a note of relief. "We were fortunate to come with one of the five commanders."

The bare-chested man scoffed. "Velin, you just got back from the volcano mission. You were lucky to snatch the key; otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

The elegantly dressed man added his own pointed remark. "Talen is right. You were fortunate to steal the key from those two admins at the very last moment."

A deep voice, laced with authority, cut through the air. It belonged to the armored giant. "Talen, Draco, that's enough. We have more pressing matters at hand."

In unison, the other three hunters responded with a respectful deference. "Yes, Commander Davin!"

The four admins and the four hunters now stood facing each other, flanking the colossal azure statue. Our heroes were positioned to the statue's left, the hunters to its right. The statue's glowing blue eyes continued to observe them all, and then, to the utter astonishment of everyone present, the immense stone figure spoke.

"TWO KEYS HAVE BEEN TAKEN, BUT ONLY THE THIRD WILL BE ABLE TO OPEN THE DOOR DEFINITIVELY. WHOEVER POSSESSES IT WILL BE ABLE TO REACH THE GREATEST OF TREASURES."

The air crackled with anticipation as the eight figures faced their destined adversaries. Saland stood resolute before Davin, their gazes locked in a silent prelude to battle. Shimmon, a coiled spring of energy, positioned himself opposite Talen, the very air around them thrumming with latent power. Haytham met Draco's intense stare, a silent acknowledgment of the coming storm. And finally, Christy stood firm before Velin, her posture radiating unwavering determination. Every muscle was taut, every sense heightened. They were all ready. To fight!

The signal dropped, an unspoken cue, and the arena erupted. Shimmon, a blur of motion, launched himself forward, a lightning-fast strike aimed at Talen. But Talen was no novice. With a sharp intake of breath, he countered with a punch of his own, the two fists meeting in a cataclysmic impact. A shockwave, visible as a ripple in the very air, exploded outwards, forcing loose dust and pebbles to dance. The two combatants remained locked, their fists still pressed together, gazes boring into one another with fierce intensity.

Suddenly, a shadow fell upon them. The gargantuan statue, an impassive observer until now, swung its massive arm in a devastating vertical cleave, targeting both Shimmon and Talen. A collective gasp rippled through the unseen audience. But the two warriors were quicker. With a burst of speed that defied the eye, they sidestepped the colossal blow, the wind from its passage whipping at their clothes. In the next instant, they vanished, only to reappear directly before the statue. Two fists, crackling with raw power, slammed into its unyielding form, sending the behemoth lurching backward with a groan of stone.

Shimmon and Talen landed with practiced grace, their eyes meeting once more across the newly widened space. Without a word, they launched themselves at each other again, a whirlwind of fists blurring into a near-invisible storm. Blow after blow rained down, each impact echoing like a thunderclap. Shimmon, with a sudden shift in rhythm, feinted low before snapping a powerful punch towards Talen's chest. The blow landed with a resounding thud, forcing Talen to stumble back. Before Talen could recover, Shimmon pressed his advantage, aiming a brutal uppercut. Talen reacted instantly, his head snapping back just enough to avoid the strike. He retaliated with a powerful haymaker, but Shimmon was already moving, his arm rising to intercept. With a fluid motion, Shimmon twisted his body, unleashing a rapid spinning kick that slammed into Talen's side, sending him skidding across the stone.

Talen, despite the onslaught, pushed himself back to his feet. A grin, almost unnerving in its intensity, stretched across his face. "It's time to get serious," he declared, his voice carrying a newfound weight. "You are one of the strongest opponents I have ever faced. If it weren't for Sayler…" A strange flicker of emotion crossed his features before hardening. "Fragments, devastating force!"

A palpable shift occurred in Talen's very being. A potent red aura erupted from his body, tendrils of crimson energy snaking across his muscles like living tattoos. His eyes underwent a terrifying transformation: the whites turned pitch black, the irises burned with an infernal red, and the pupils remained an unsettling black void. He settled into a low, coiled stance, his voice a low growl as he uttered, "Let's begin!"

Shimmon met his gaze, a thrill of anticipation mixed with grim determination in his own eyes. "Then I'll give it my absolute all!" he roared, and a wave of power washed over him. "Admin mode install: true dragon form!"

The transformation was breathtaking. Shimmon's skin shimmered, hardening into what looked like polished obsidian, yet were revealed to be scales of a dragon, black and impossibly tough. Lines of vibrant, multicolored energy pulsed across his entire being, tracing pathways from the tips of his newly manifested draconic wings down to the very contours of his face. His limbs thickened, muscles bulging beneath the dark scales, and his hands and feet elongated, sharp claws extending from his fingertips and toes. His hair darkened to the color of midnight, and his eyes swirled with a kaleidoscope of colors. Finally, his teeth sharpened into predatory fangs.

Without hesitation, Shimmon met Talen's renewed assault, his own fist colliding with Talen's in another earth-shattering impact. The resulting shockwave tore at the already fractured stone beneath their feet. They locked eyes once more, a silent acknowledgment of the escalating stakes, before breaking apart and unleashing a furious barrage of blows. Neither warrior yielded an inch, each strike a testament to their incredible power and resilience.

But Shimmon had a trick up his scaled sleeve. A multicolored glow began to coalesce in his maw, the air around it shimmering with intense energy. With a guttural roar, he unleashed the beam point-blank at Talen. There was no time to dodge. The blast engulfed Talen in a blinding flash and a deafening roar.

When the smoke cleared, Talen stood, battered but unbroken. A few scorch marks marred his enhanced form, but his eyes still burned with that eerie red light. He lunged forward, a powerful fist aimed at Shimmon, who raised his arms in a swift cross block. The force of the blow still threatened to send him skidding, but Shimmon dug his right foot into the cracked platform, anchoring himself. Instantly, Shimmon retaliated with a powerful right hook, but Talen parried with his left forearm and attempted to follow up with another strike. Shimmon, however, anticipated the move, his knee snapping upwards in a brutal strike that sent Talen staggering backward.

Talen, though momentarily stunned, remained on his feet. Shimmon, seeing his chance, exploded forward in another lightning-fast dash, aiming a rapid punch. But Talen's enhanced senses allowed him to anticipate the attack. He moved with uncanny speed, his own fist hurtling towards Shimmon's face. Shimmon reacted by shifting his head to the right, the blow whistling past his ear. In that same instant, he channeled an unimaginable amount of multicolored draconic aura into his right hand. The energy crackled and swirled, the air around it distorting.

"Dragon Fist!" Shimmon roared, unleashing the full force of his power. The blow landed squarely on Talen's face with a sickening crunch. The impact was so devastating that Talen's eyes rolled back in his head, and he was sent hurtling backward, crashing into the churning water of the sea with a tremendous splash. The force of Shimmon's punch didn't stop there. The stone beneath him groaned and shattered, vast fissures spider-webbing across the circular platform.

Shimmon stood panting, his draconic form shimmering in the aftermath. He had won this round. But the battle… the battle was far from over.

Okay, here's the translation amplified with more common web novel stylistic elements, focusing on impact, speed, and power descriptions:

Christy faced off against Velin. In an instant, without a word exchanged, both warriors snapped into combat stances. The air crackled with tension.

A potent pink aura erupted from Velin. She blasted forward, a blur of motion aimed straight at Christy, her fist glowing, ready to slam into her opponent with raw energy.

But Christy reacted instantly, her left fan deflecting the blow. Her right fan swept out in a sharp, horizontal slash—a swift counterattack.

Velin, however, arched her back impossibly far, the slash whistling past empty air. A lightning-fast backflip created distance between them.

Twin blades of pure pink energy materialized in Velin's hands. She then became a pink streak, circling Christy at blinding speed.

Christy responded in kind. A volatile fuchsia aura—pure chaos energy—exploded outwards. She dashed, a fuchsia blur instantly matching Velin's velocity.

Sparks flew as energy blades and chaos-infused fans clashed in a dizzying dance of high-speed combat. Then, abruptly, Velin halted.

Tiny, condensed spheres of pink energy gathered at each of Velin's fingertips—ten points of deadly light. She thrust her hands forward, unleashing a torrential barrage of innumerable energy beams.

Christy became a phantom, weaving through the storm of pink light with impossible agility. Her fans, glowing fiercely with chaotic power, became shields, deflecting and dissolving every incoming beam.

Closing the distance in a heartbeat, Christy unleashed a devastating slash radiating pure chaotic energy. It struck Velin dead center, the impact sending her hurtling backwards through the air.

Christy watched, her expression grim, as Velin staggered back to her feet. Wounded, yes, but far from defeated. The fire in Velin's eyes hadn't dimmed.

Velin wiped a trickle of blood from her lip. "I really underestimated you," she admitted, her voice tight. "You're nothing like those two admins back at the volcano."

Christy narrowed her eyes. "So, it was you who got the second key?"

Velin scoffed. "No... The key belongs to the one who kills the boss. That was me. But the great Sayler hacked the system, prioritizing himself. Tch. But that doesn't matter now." A dangerous light gleamed in her eyes. "Let me show you the real power Sayler gifted us! Fragments, Purple Glow!"

An overwhelming torrent of pink aura surged from Velin's body. Crackling spheres of raw energy materialized, orbiting her like deadly moons. Her hair shifted to a vibrant light pink, her eyes glowing with the same intense hue.

Christy watched the power-up, her own aura flaring in response. "So, we're done holding back," she stated, her voice dangerously calm. "Admin Mode: Install! Empress of Chaos!"

An explosive wave of chaotic energy pulsed from Christy as her form shifted. Gone was her previous attire, replaced by a stunningly elegant dress of deep violet and rose pink. An oppressively potent violet chaotic aura radiated from her. Sleek purple heels clicked on the ground, her hair lengthened, turning a stark black, and her eyes blazed with violet light. Her fans shimmered, now pulsing with violet chaos, their blades a solid, lethal pink. Empress Christy settled into her stance, power thrumming around her.

The two powerhouses locked gazes. The fight had escalated. Without warning, Velin attacked, unleashing colossal beams of concentrated pink energy straight at the Empress of Chaos.

Christy moved like lightning, weaving between the massive beams with breathtaking speed. She closed the gap in an instant, fans flashing as she aimed two devastating slashes at Velin.

Velin reacted instantly, twin swords of pink energy appearing to block. Clang! But the clash was brief. Christy's chaotic energy wasn't just raw power; it actively disrupted mana. Velin's energy constructs flickered and vanished!

Forced onto the defensive, Velin leaped back with a desperate dash, immediately retaliating with a furious barrage of crescent-shaped energy slashes.

Christy deflected the initial wave, but the onslaught was relentless. Too many to block individually! She began to spin, her fans becoming a blur, whipping up a monstrous vortex of swirling violet and pink chaotic energy—a defensive tornado.

Velin poured attacks into the raging chaotic storm—beams, slashes, everything she had—but the vortex held firm, impenetrable. Then, the storm fought back. From within the swirling chaos, countless sharp, unpredictable slashes erupted outwards in all directions!

Velin was thrown into a desperate, high-speed dance around the perimeter, forced to constantly evade the unending hail of chaotic blades. Stopping meant death. The chaotic whirlwind showed no sign of stopping its relentless assault. Velin pushed her speed to its limit, but it wasn't quite enough. A few slashes grazed her, drawing blood, her movements becoming fractionally slower.

Then, seizing the moment, Christy detonated the vortex! BOOM! A massive explosion of chaotic energy erupted outwards, slamming Velin off her feet and sending her tumbling violently backward.

The colossal statue nearby stirred, its attention caught by the violent explosion. It began its ponderous advance towards the fighters. Velin, recovering closer to the approaching behemoth, made a snap decision. Forget Christy for a moment—deal with the statue!

Commander Davin's furious shout echoed across the field: "Don't engage it alone, you idiot!" But Velin tuned him out, already charging headlong towards the stone giant.

Her enhanced speed was incredible; she weaved through the swings of the statue's six massive arms, vaulting atop its shoulder to strike from its blind spot. Or so she thought. The statue's head swiveled with unnatural speed, locking onto her. One of its huge spears, shimmering with a coating of water, lashed out with shocking velocity!

Velin threw up a desperate pink energy barrier just in time. CRACK! The barrier held for a split second before shattering, the sheer force launching her helplessly into the air. She crashed back down to earth hard, landing perilously close to Christy. Christy's eyes sharpened; the perfect chance to end this.

Velin pushed herself up, dripping wet from the statue's water-infused attack. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she defiantly took her stance again. A wicked-looking scythe of pink energy formed in her grip. She wasn't done yet.

The air grew heavy. Both combatants knew: this was the final exchange. Christy gathered her power, aura flaring, and roared, "Chaos Unlock!"

An intense fuchsia chaotic aura coiled around Christy like a viper before she shot forward, a streak of pure destructive energy aimed at Velin. Velin met the charge head-on, her pink energy scythe cutting through the air in a powerful diagonal arc.

Their ultimate attacks met in a blinding flash! SHIIIING! In the next instant, they stood frozen, back-to-back, having passed clean through each other's position. Both remained standing. Silence fell.

A faint smile touched Velin's lips. "Heh... Looks like I lost today," she breathed. "But... the great Sayler... he'll definitely fulfill his destiny..." As she spoke, two deep, diagonal slashes bloomed across her chest, forming a stark 'X'. Her final, defiant smile remained as she pitched forward, unconscious before she hit the ground.

Christy stood victorious, the Empress of Chaos. But the fight was far from over. The real battle had perhaps only just begun, for two more powerful adversaries still remained on the field...

Haytham and Draco stood facing each other, a silent tension stretching between them like a drawn bowstring. In Haytham's hand, his katana gleamed, a dark promise in the dim light. Opposite him, Draco held his long knight's sword, the polished steel reflecting the same grim anticipation. Both were coiled, ready to spring, their bodies taut with coiled energy.

Then, it happened.

A blur of motion, a sudden burst of speed that defied the eye. They shot towards each other, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Steel met steel with a deafening clang, the impact echoing through the air, unleashing a shockwave that rippled outwards like an invisible tide.

For a heartbeat, they were locked together, their gazes locked in a fierce, silent battle of wills. Then, as one, they sprang back, landing lightly on their feet, returning to their initial stances. The respite was fleeting.

Immediately, they were at it again, a whirlwind of motion as their blades danced and clashed. Haytham's katana pulsed with a malevolent red aura, the air around it shimmering with raw power. In contrast, Draco's sword blazed with a vibrant blue light, a stark and unwavering energy.

Haytham, with a subtle shift in his stance, seemed to bend the very fabric of time around him. He aimed a lightning-fast slash at Draco's right flank, a strike meant to end the fight in an instant. But Draco was ready. His sword flashed, intercepting the blow with a ringing parry. In response, he unleashed a devastating counter, a massive vertical slash of pure blue energy that erupted from his blade at point-blank range.

The Admin, his reflexes honed to an impossible degree, twisted out of the way, the blue energy scorching the air where he had been moments before. In a fluid motion, a sleek pistol materialized in his left hand. A beam of azure energy shot forth, a concentrated bolt of power aimed squarely at Draco. With a burst of speed, Draco sidestepped the attack, the azure light streaking past him.

Closing the distance in a heartbeat, Draco pressed his advantage, unleashing a relentless barrage of slashes, each one a blur of blue light. Haytham, however, met his assault with equal ferocity, his own blade a whirlwind of black and red. All around them, the once pristine surface of the circular platform was being carved and scarred by a chaotic tapestry of red and blue cuts, a testament to the sheer speed and power of their exchange.

The two swordsmen found themselves locked in a precarious balance, neither able to gain a decisive edge. With a simultaneous roar, they each poured their energy into a final, desperate strike. Their blades met in a blinding flash, the impact generating a shockwave of unimaginable force. Both warriors were thrown back, tumbling through the air before landing heavily, their stances momentarily broken.

Slowly, they rose, their eyes locked once more.

"Looks like we've reached a stalemate," Draco said, his voice tight with exertion.

"Yes, you're right," Haytham conceded, his gaze unwavering. "It's time to start getting serious."

A fierce grin spread across Draco's face. "Fine!" he retorted, his voice ringing with determination. "Then I'll defeat you to give Sayler his better world! Fragments, errant knight!"

A wave of intense blue aura erupted from Draco's body. His elegant black suit shimmered and morphed, transforming into a similar design, but now a vibrant blue, accented by two sharp diagonal yellow lines beneath his collar. A long gray tie remained, a stark contrast to the vibrant blue. His hands and feet shifted, becoming covered in sleek, claw-like gloves and futuristic shoes that pulsed with lines of azure energy. His eyes underwent the most dramatic change, the whites turning pitch black, leaving only the piercing blue irises and black pupils to pierce the air. His knight's sword, now an extension of his transformed being, blazed with ethereal blue flames.

Haytham watched the transformation unfold, his expression a mixture of assessment and grim determination. "Not bad," he commented, his voice low. "But I won't lose! Admin Mode Install: Twin Demons!"

A profound shift rippled through Haytham's form. The right side of his body, the side that now gripped his brother's massive greatsword, which pulsed with ominous purple energy, became completely enveloped in darkness, a void stretching from the middle of his head down to his foot. This entire right half was now etched with lines of energy that resembled writhing purple flames, and his right eye blazed with a black sclera and a malevolent purple pupil. From his back, on the right side, a grotesque demonic wing unfurled, its outer surface a stark black, the inner structure composed of swirling purple energy.

The transformation mirrored itself on his left side. The half that wielded his own black and red katana also succumbed to the encroaching darkness, becoming pitch black from the center of his head to his left foot. This side was crisscrossed with lines of raw red energy, and behind his left shoulder, a second demonic wing sprouted, this one black on the outside and burning with an inner fire of crimson energy. His left eye now mirrored its counterpart, a black sclera framing a blood-red pupil.

Both Draco and Haytham settled into their new, terrifying forms, power radiating from them in palpable waves. With a shared, unspoken understanding, they launched themselves at each other once more, their speed now bordering on the supernatural. The air around them crackled as their blades clashed and intertwined, leaving behind a dizzying array of red, blue, and purple energy trails.

For a fleeting moment, they paused, locked in a deadly embrace of steel. Then, with a simultaneous burst of power, they leaped high into the air, continuing their furious assault amidst the clouds. Upward they soared, their attacks growing ever more frantic, culminating in two earth-shattering blows. Haytham unleashed a devastating double strike, a searing slash of purple flames followed by a wave of raw red demonic energy. Draco met the assault with a colossal vertical slash of pure blue energy. The three attacks collided in mid-air, unleashing an explosion that ripped through the sky, a blinding flash followed by a deafening roar.

They landed back on the ravaged platform, their stances firm, their eyes never leaving each other. Haytham channeled his energy, and his black sword erupted with violet flames. With a roar, he unleashed an enormous wave of fire at Draco. The errant knight met the attack head-on, his blue sword flashing in a sharp horizontal arc, slicing through the flames as if they were mere silk.

In that instant, amidst the dissipating flames, Haytham saw his chance. He lunged forward with blinding speed, aiming a swift double slash at Draco's exposed flank. Draco reacted in the nick of time, his blue sword deflecting the blows, and retaliated with a burst of blue energy that slammed into Haytham, sending him skidding backward.

But Draco pressed his advantage, showing no signs of relenting. He unleashed a relentless barrage of blue energy slashes, so numerous and so rapid that they formed actual grids of shimmering blue light. Haytham was caught in the storm, the energy tearing through the air around him, and then he was engulfed in a massive cloud of smoke.

Just as it seemed Haytham was defeated, a colossal shadow loomed behind Draco. The enormous boss-statue, silent until now, finally made its move, its massive arm swinging down, a lance aimed directly at Draco. The errant knight was forced to parry, his blue sword held aloft, one hand gripping the hilt, the other pressed against the blade, straining against the immense force of the blow.

While Draco was locked in a desperate struggle against the boss, a figure emerged from the dissipating smoke. It was Haytham, moving with impossible speed, a black blur streaking towards Draco like a bolt of lightning, wielding only his katana.

"Dimensional Slash of Demonic Flames United!" Haytham roared, his voice echoing across the ravaged platform.

He unleashed a single, devastating horizontal slash, the blade shimmering with a terrifying fusion of red and purple energy. The very air seemed to crackle and tear as the attack ripped through space itself. Draco, caught completely off guard, was struck full force. The dimensional slash sliced through him, clean and precise, and he fell to the ground, his body dissolving into a cascade of blue pixel particles as his remaining energy faded.

The boss-statue, despite its immense size, was also caught by the edge of the dimensional slash. It managed to raise its arm in a desperate parry, but the force of the blow still sent it staggering backward, its massive form shaking.

Haytham stood victorious, his demonic wings twitching slightly, his eyes burning with the combined power of his twin forms. The immediate threat was gone, but he knew, with a chilling certainty, that there was still one last enemy to defeat. The true battle had only just begun.

Saland and Davin stood facing each other, a palpable tension hanging heavy in the air. "So," Saland began, his voice carrying a steely edge, "you are one of the five commanders of Sayler's army? With you, I shall not hold back. Admin mode instal elf dive admin mode!"

A surge of power erupted from Saland as he activated his trump card. An enormous azure aura blazed to life around him, crackling with raw energy. Behind him, countless rays of pure azure energy materialized, coalescing into two magnificent wings of light. His sword, already formidable, swelled in size, the inscription "EXSTAR" gleaming fiercely on its now massive blade. Lines of electric blue energy snaked across his entire body, and upon his forehead, a third eye snapped open – a swirling vortex of multiple colors, its sclera stark white, the iris a kaleidoscope, and the pupil a piercing white point crowned by an arcane character from a forgotten tongue.

Davin merely chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the cavernous space. "I like you, kid," he rumbled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Opponents who don't hold back are my absolute favorites!"

In the blink of an eye, both figures exploded into motion, becoming blurs as they hurtled towards each other. Twin roars ripped through the air as their weapons met – Saland's colossal sword against Davin's monstrous axe. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outwards, and the two warriors became locked in a furious dance of steel and fury. Rapid slashes, each carrying the force of a thunderbolt, rained down in a blinding flurry, carving deep fissures into the very ground beneath their feet.

Davin suddenly disengaged, a wide grin splitting his face. With a grunt, he spun his massive axe a full three hundred and sixty degrees before slamming it into the ground. The earth shuddered violently as an enormous wave of emerald energy erupted from the point of impact, surging towards Saland like a tidal wave.

"Hmph!" Saland scoffed, leaping nimbly out of the wave's path. "EXSTAR SHOT!" he roared, channeling his energy into his blade. A searing beam of pure azure energy shot forth from the tip of EXSTAR, streaking towards Davin.

Davin met the blast head-on with his axe, the green energy crackling against the azure. The force of the impact sent him skidding backward, but a manic grin remained plastered on his face. With a burst of inhuman speed, he appeared directly in front of Saland, his axe raised high for a devastating strike, dripping with malevolent green energy.

Clang! Saland met the blow with EXSTAR, the impact jarring his very bones. Gritting his teeth, he channeled his own power into the parry, using Davin's momentum against him to send the larger man hurtling away.

Davin landed with a thud, his axe casually resting on his right shoulder. "You are a powerful opponent," he acknowledged, his voice laced with a dangerous confidence. "But I am one of the five commanders of the great Sayler!"

A terrifying amount of green energy began to swirl around Davin's axe, coalescing into a vortex of raw power. With a guttural yell, he unleashed it in the form of a colossal vertical slash of emerald energy, aimed directly at Saland.

But Saland's third eye glowed with an eerie light. In the span of a heartbeat, he had witnessed the next ten seconds unfold before him, every detail of Davin's attack laid bare. "EXSTAR SLASH!" he countered, his voice ringing with power. He swung EXSTAR in a mighty arc, unleashing a blinding slash of pure azure light that collided head-on with the incoming green energy.

The clash of the two titanic energies resulted in an earth-shattering explosion, engulfing the area in a thick cloud of smoke. In that fleeting moment of chaos, Saland moved like a phantom, blurring into motion above Davin. With a silent roar, he brought EXSTAR down in a powerful vertical slash.

Clang! Davin managed to raise his axe in time to parry, but the force of the blow was immense. Before Davin could recover, Saland vanished, reappearing instantly to his side, delivering another devastating slash. Again, Davin reacted with surprising speed, managing to deflect the blow.

But Saland's assault was relentless. In another flash of light, he teleported beneath Davin, unleashing a ferocious upward slash. Clang! Davin barely managed to intercept the attack, but the sheer power and speed behind Saland's strike sent him rocketing upwards with terrifying velocity, slamming into the rocky ceiling of the boss's domain with a resounding crash.

Yet, even as dust and debris rained down, Davin slowly righted himself. His head hung low, but even suspended upside down on the ceiling, he seemed unaffected by gravity. Then, with an impossibly fast leap, he plummeted back down towards the platform, landing with a thunderous boom that kicked up another massive cloud of dust.

As the dust settled, Davin stood tall, a savage grin etched across his face. "Not bad, kid," he admitted, his voice now carrying a note of genuine respect. "But now, I'll show you why I am a commander."

In an instant, an overwhelming green aura erupted from Davin, expanding outwards with such force that it seemed to fill the entire cavern. He took a wide stance, his axe held ready. Then, with a roar that shook the very foundations of the world, he unleashed a gigantic horizontal slash of pure green energy.

Saland's third eye blazed, having already mapped out the trajectory of the attack. The sheer scale of it was immense, forcing him to unleash an even more powerful vertical slash of azure energy to meet it head-on. The resulting explosion rocked the area once more.

Seizing the opportunity, Saland teleported right next to Davin and roared, "EXSTAR STARDUST!" With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a myriad of tiny stars made of pure azure light, launching them towards Davin in a dazzling barrage. Each star exploded upon impact, creating a chain reaction of miniature detonations.

Davin weathered the storm of explosions, his form flickering within the green aura. He swung his axe with blinding speed, attempting to land a decisive blow on Saland. But Saland was quicker. With a lightning-fast thrust, he pierced Davin's armor with the tip of EXSTAR.

"EXSTAR HYPERSHOT!" Saland bellowed, channeling all his remaining power into the blade. A colossal beam of pure azure energy erupted from EXSTAR, engulfing Davin in its incandescent light.

For a fleeting moment, Davin remained standing, silhouetted against the blinding light. Then, with a heavy thud, he collapsed to the ground, his massive form still and silent. Saland stood panting, the azure aura around him fading, the glow in his third eye dimming. He had won.

Instantly, the quartet – Saland, Haytham, Shimmon, and Christy – encircled the hulking statue. Their resolve was etched in their determined gazes, each poised to unleash their ultimate attack. On the statue's massive chest, a brilliant golden light flared to life. The Key! It had finally materialized, and victory seemed within their grasp.

But then… a groan from behind. Davin, battered and bruised, staggered to his feet. Despite the visible wounds that marred his form, a manic glint ignited in his eyes. He roared, his voice echoing with dark power, "Fragments, Minotaur of Destruction!"

A terrifying transformation began. Above Davin's head, the grotesque visage of a black minotaur materialized, its shadowy horns curling menacingly. Across Davin's armor, countless lines of vibrant green energy pulsed, like veins of raw power coursing through him. His axe, already a formidable weapon, now pulsed with a continuous, malevolent green aura.

With a guttural cry, Davin thrust his axe skyward. Above the unmoving boss, a colossal beam of emerald energy ripped through the heavens, descending with terrifying speed towards its target. But the boss, despite its seemingly inert state moments before, reacted with lightning quickness. One of its massive, spear-like arms shot out, intercepting the descending beam.

Crack!

The green energy fractured upon impact, splitting into four searing shards that hurtled towards the heroes. Saland, Haytham, Shimmon, and Christy cried out as the fragmented energy slammed into them, sending them flying backward like ragdolls.

Davin, seizing the momentary chaos, blurred into motion. He was a green streak as he darted past the stunned heroes, placing himself directly before the towering boss. His axe crackled with an overwhelming charge, the green energy intensifying to an almost blinding level. With a mighty leap, he soared upwards, reaching the height of the boss's chest.

A furious roar tore from Davin's throat as he swung his axe in a devastating downward arc. A massive wave of emerald energy erupted from the blade, slamming into the boss's chest with earth-shattering force.

GRAAAAGH!

The boss, for the first time, let out a monstrous bellow of pain. Its colossal form staggered, then with a slow, agonizing groan, it toppled to the ground. The immense weight of its fall shook the very air around them. Slowly, agonizingly, the boss began to disintegrate, its form dissolving into countless shimmering white pixels until nothing remained.

Davin landed gracefully, his chest heaving, the green energy around him dissipating. In his hand, he clutched the golden key, its light now dimmed. He raised it high above his head and bellowed, his voice filled with triumph, "I won!"

But their moment of victory was short-lived. Directly behind Davin, a swirling vortex of brilliant azure energy tore open the fabric of reality – a portal.

"We won't allow it!!" Saland and Haytham roared in unison, their voices filled with fury.

In a flash of movement, they teleported, one appearing to Davin's right, the other to his left. Twin blades flashed in their hands, aimed with deadly precision at Davin's arms. Their intent was clear: prevent him from escaping with the key.

But Davin was one step ahead. With a desperate flick of his wrist, he hurled the golden key into the swirling blue portal. Just as the key vanished into the ethereal gateway, Saland and Haytham's blades connected.

Davin's arms, severed cleanly at the shoulders, fell to the ground with a sickening thud. A strangled cry escaped his lips. Before he could react, a powerful kick from behind sent him sprawling forward. Shimmon, his face grim, had delivered the blow.

And then, the final, brutal act. Christy, her expression cold and resolute, moved with swift precision. Two swift slashes of her blades, and Davin's head tumbled to the ground, his expression frozen in a mixture of shock and disbelief.

The azure portal, its purpose fulfilled, shimmered and then vanished, leaving no trace. The key was gone, spirited away to Sayler's hidden lair.

Saland let out a ragged yell, his body trembling with exhaustion and fury. Haytham lowered his head, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Shimmon, his knuckles white, slammed his fist into the ground, leaving a small crater in the earth.

Christy, ever the pragmatist, spoke, her voice calm amidst the tension. "In the end, you can't always win. That's just how it is."

Saland, his eyes burning with determination, declared, "We have to get back to Sylene immediately. I don't know how the others are doing, but the situation is critical."

A chorus of agreement echoed through the now silent battlefield. "Yes!!!" Haytham, Shimmon, and Christy affirmed, their voices filled with a renewed sense of urgency. The fight was far from over.