By lay on the ground, his body burned and exhausted. As soon as the combined energy of the Magins touched him, his Maga began to regain strength, and his breathing became more regular.
The monsters had reached the ground and were charging at the remaining guards with deadly ferocity. Fangs tore through flesh, lightning split armor, and screams echoed in the fog-filled sky.
Darmin regained consciousness, in a state of shock, quickly coming to his senses. He tried to get up, his body still trembling, but the Magins supported him, helping him to his feet. As they approached the bloody scene, there was nothing in his eyes but deadly anger.
He slowly raised his head, filled his chest with air, then whispered in a calm voice:
"Talisman of Annihilation."
Tearing the world with sound [Maga-Sound].
The air around him exploded. A circular sonic shockwave erupted like a shattering storm, hitting them and crushing them in a deafening, horrifying moment, tearing apart everything in its path... even the few remaining guards.
They tried to run, but only in their minds. As the sound sped up, their bodies twisted, their skulls cracked, and their entrails burst forth like hellish flowers in the midst of the field.
The scene was brutal, horrifying, disgusting... with some sacrifices.
Darmin breathed slowly, his eyes glowing with invisible tears. He watched as blood and debris fell from the sky like a rain of flesh and bones. The Magins stared at him, some in awe, others in terror.
Fists of thunder fell like meteors, each strike shaking the earth, burying it violently. Egologia, with exceptional agility, avoided them with deadly precision, dodging, jumping, twisting in acrobatic movements, every muscle in his body tensed on the edge of death.
"Fire!… Damn it, it's the only solution… but how?!" His eyes glowed with cunning, while his thoughts raced. "Fire Maga… it's a spirit! Its owner is dead… so how can I…"
But there was no time to think.
He planted his feet on the ground in a flash, coated his arms in crimson blood, then unleashed! His punches stretched like a roaring tornado, striking the void, then pulling back to throw again, faster, each blow aimed at ending the King of Infinity.
But he found only air. His enemy was untouchable.
The pressure mounted. The strikes continued, but to no avail…
Then suddenly, a harsh coldness swept through his arms. He pulled them back in fear, and in the blink of an eye, his hands froze further. The frost penetrated his skin, split his bones. He had no time to comprehend—
"What…?!"
Then the punches rained down on him.
Out of nowhere, his frozen hands turned against him, striking his face with unbelievable violence. Teeth scattered, eyes reddened. Suddenly, a massive icy palm slashed his waist brutally, throwing him like a ragdoll. His skin scraped the ground as he was crushed, wiping out everything.
Getting up was his only response.
[Tsunami of Ice]
His eyes widened. Before him, a moving ice wall. No, not just a wall… it was a tsunami of frost, sweeping everything, carrying rocks, turning the earth into a sea of deadly snow.
Egologia, even in that moment, did not know the meaning of retreat. The redness in his hands glowed. Every drop of Maga left in his body gathered in his arms. He had no other choice.
A deafening roar erupted from him, an animalistic bellow that split the sky!
He thrust his hands towards the icy flood. A tremendous force exploded from him, the earth trembled beneath it.
[The Bloody Chains]
From the depths of his aura, sharp chains emerged, deadly threads, extending like angry serpents, intertwining, shattering against the icy wall.
The collision was hellish. A shockwave exploded in all directions. The air tore, the earth split, the sound alone was enough to shatter eardrums. The roar intensified. The bloody wave turned into a hellish whirlwind.
Then, breaking everything in its path, overturning the ice, breaking the frost tsunami, making the area rain with frozen shards mixed with red Maga blood.
And in the heavy moment before he could even catch his breath—
The shards launched towards him. Embedding in every fiber of his being. Every direction, every angle, was a new source of pain. Turning him into a crimson clay creature, his body disintegrating under a barrage of stings.
His blood mixed with the earth, wounds uncountable— he was like a volcano of blood.
The whirlwind formed, the terrifying vortex swirling itself. At its center, where the King formed—his expressions crystallized… pure demonization, a face etched with absolute hatred.
In a heavy voice, dripping with mockery and disdain, he finally spoke:
"I see you dead now… this is your fate. The fate of all beings, the fate that is inevitable… all always destined to submit to the Ocean alone. Who do you think you are?! Who are you to challenge the cold of frost?"
He raised his hands, the air froze, ice crystals exploded and fell in his name.
"You amateur… I am the King of Vardisia! I have turned you into the perfect human statue… Ugliness and wretchedness, a glorious image for all of humanity."
His voice was not just words; it was a final verdict.
"With my evolution to this level… I no longer need anyone. I will go alone to the Kingdom… and I will turn it into your image."
His aura glowed brighter, creating death from nothingness.
"They are weaker than they think. Every deception, every resistance, every attempt to stand against the Ocean, is meaningless. I am the Ocean itself. I am the one who will swallow and will swallow everything alone!"
He clenched his fist and buried it in the earth beneath him, splitting the ground.
"I do not seek power. I do not seek control, nor glory. I alone represent the beginning of all kings of my lineage. Only one beginning!— the hatred beginning, and nothing else."
After a long moment, Egologia suddenly staggered, his body collapsing for a moment before bending forcefully...
Pwah!
He vomited an enormous amount of blood. A disgusting, horrifying... yet hot scene! The dark blood splattered on the ground, creating deep stains, as if devouring the soil itself.
The King smiled intensely.