The royal soldiers reached the battlefield, climbing the towering mass leap by leap, with unwavering determination.
Valeras was confident in his ability to repel any strange move from the beast, while he watched the leaders crushing the army alone, a force that nothing could stop.
The army gradually arrived, and the men who managed to climb rushed into the fight, while most of the other guards were still on their way.
The sounds of collisions rose, no difference between the roars of the beasts and the screams of the fighters, no difference between the ground and flesh, as the battlefield stretched over the back of something alive, something breathing, something that hated their presence on it.
The royal soldiers flowed one after another, they jumped, crawled, charged, and on the other side... swords of bone, claws wrapping around necks, crushing fists raining down on bodies, everyone was killing everyone.
One soldier charged, his stone arm swelling more with each step, and when he approached the first amphibious ghoul, he extended his punch with full force, then struck. The strike was like a mountain deviating from its path to crush another mountain, but…
One of the Kardal beasts moved quickly, it shot out a spiked tongue that pierced the soldier's chest and pulled him toward its jaws. It didn't give him a chance to scream, the jaws just closed, and the sound of bones crushing was heard.
The soldier next to the event turned his knees into volcanic cylinders, he jumped high and then landed on one knee, melting, and exploded the beast's head, while tears were in his eyes.
Another soldier advanced, his skin had turned into a glass-like solid material, the beasts' strikes reflected off him without penetrating. He moved like a phantom, spilling the beasts from their necks like fragile dolls, with his sharp hands.
But something huge from the [Voltaspera] species ambushed him, its pointed tail thrust forward, piercing the crystalline layer, and sent the soldier tumbling on the massive surface... bleeding... then... he fell from the top of the beastly arena to be crushed dead on the ground.
At that moment, one of the leaders, Opala, appeared behind him, grabbed the pointed tail, and broke it under the pressure of gravity, [His ability is crushing and pulling pressure.]
Before the serpent could retreat, screaming like a goat, the response came, dense punches, with the force of gravitational pressure at insane speed, launched at the beast all at once, then the beast convulsed as if it had suffered an internal explosion, its limbs scattered, and it fell like a pile of soft feces.
The superiority wasn't clear, at least not to Valeras. His forces weren't complete yet, and yet, he noticed their ineffectiveness in the beastly battlefield. Only the leaders stood out as the greatest weapons of Zirafin.
The soldiers advanced, climbed, ascended more and more, and the slaughter increased...
As for the King of Fardisia, he remained standing there. Nothing touched him, he didn't respond, he didn't utter a word since his hysterical laugh. He was just watching... or perhaps waiting.
Valeras noticed that the Grasp of the Ocean didn't try to open its jaws at all. It didn't resist, it didn't scream, it didn't do anything. It was impossible for a grudge like his to remain so calm. Something truly strange... Did he trust his soldiers to this extent?
The royal soldiers completed loading with some guards...
And the intensity of the collision escalated, the tide turned in favor of Zirafin. The intertwined battle lines and decisive interventions made the massive surface buzz with the crowding of soldiers and their calculated movements. The guards also advanced, everything was under control, they would wipe out their enemies on the surface of their beast.
The beasts weren't weak, but they were collapsing.
But amidst this chaos, Valeras' eyes didn't waver... he was just watching the king.
And suddenly…
The king moved.
Calmly, he bent between the intertwined heritage bones that formed his throne and pulled out something.
The scepter was massive, not just a royal tool, but a masterpiece that didn't belong to this world.
Its veins were woven from deep blue gold, interspersed with black zigzagging lines like frozen lightning within the metal.
Its end wasn't a normal head, but more like a skeletal hand, inside it was a crystal the color of the ocean's depths, dark, as if it carried another life inside, a suppressed beast... an energy impossible to comprehend.
Then…
The king slowly raised the scepter, and threw a charm.
Then… he shattered the scepter's crystal on the surface of the beast.
"What the…?!" Valeras
A beam exploded from the heart of the Grasp of the Ocean..
It was a mixture of impossible colors… a blend of neon green, glowing blue, and black that seemed to pull the light from around it.
The beam wasn't just light, it was a presence.
In one moment…
The entire surface of the beast turned into a hellish electric field.
A lightning bolt erupted, no, it was like the soul of a storm of raw energy, everyone was struck.
The soldiers, the guards, even the leaders, all were electrocuted at the same moment.
The electricity penetrated their bodies as if it was stripping them from the inside, bones lit up, muscles contracted, eyes burned.
It was like a collective death sentence.