A Presence That Shook the World
The battlefield froze as Vaelthor, Abyssal Lord of Devastation, made his declaration.
His voice was not a sound, but a force—one that crushed the air itself, turning even the bravest warriors pale with terror.
The skies darkened once more, and a choking miasma spread across the land.
Leon, still inside the throne room, felt a suffocating weight press against his very soul. His system flashed red warnings, but he already knew.
Vaelthor wasn't just another enemy.
This was a being that stood on the threshold of godhood.
A single misstep, and Astralis would fall.
The First Strike
The Abyssal Lord raised his staff, and without warning—
Reality shattered.
A wave of abyssal energy ripped through the battlefield, annihilating everything in its path. Entire squadrons of Astralis' finest warriors disintegrated in an instant.
Even the strongest barriers collapsed, their enchantments useless against this level of power.
Leon barely had time to react.
[System Command: Absolute Domain – Sanctuary of the Administrator]
A golden barrier erupted around Astralis, shielding the city from total destruction.
But it wasn't perfect.
The sheer force of Vaelthor's attack sent shockwaves through the palace. Walls cracked. The ground split open.
Leon gritted his teeth. His divine protection was holding—but for how long?
Abyss-Touched Champions Enter the Battle
As the dust settled, four towering figures stepped through the abyssal rift behind Vaelthor.
They were not ordinary Abyssal generals—they were Abyss-Touched Champions, chosen directly by the Abyss itself.
Gorrath, the Undying Titan – A hulking monstrosity, his body formed from the corpses of a thousand fallen warriors, stitched together by abyssal energy.
Nyssa, the Dream Reaper – A shadowy assassin, her presence warping reality, turning the air into a nightmarish landscape.
Mal'zhir, the Devourer of Stars – A floating eldritch horror, its very form constantly shifting between realities.
Azrakiel, the Abyssal Executioner – A fallen celestial, his corrupted wings dripping with abyssal flames.
Leon's system identified them immediately.
─── [System Scan: Abyss-Touched Champions] ───
Threat Level: Cataclysmic
Power Rating: Beyond Tier 8
Probability of Victory: 0.04% (Without Intervention)
Leon's jaw clenched.
This was no longer a battle.
This was a massacre waiting to happen.
Desperate Measures
Leon took a deep breath, forcing himself to think. He needed a plan.
His system was strong—but even he couldn't take on five abyssal monsters at once.
His mind raced through options.
Then, an idea struck him.
If they could summon Abyss-Touched Champions… why couldn't he summon his own?
His fingers moved instinctively.
[System Command: Emergency Override – Unlock Divine Reinforcement Protocol]
─── [Warning: This action will consume 50% of Administrator Core Energy. Proceed?] ───
Leon didn't hesitate.
[Confirm.]
A golden explosion erupted from the heart of Astralis.
And then—
They arrived.
The Divine Champions Enter the War
From the light, four figures descended from the heavens.
Their radiant auras pushed back the abyss, their very presence a counterforce to the invading darkness.
Seraphiel, the Blazing Archangel – A winged warrior bathed in celestial fire, his blade forged from the light of dying stars.
Titanus, the Earthborn Guardian – A colossus of living stone, his fists capable of crushing mountains.
Veylana, Mistress of the Eternal Sea – A sorceress cloaked in oceanic energy, wielding the fury of the endless tides.
Solrac, the Stormforged Warlord – A knight clad in thunder, his every strike summoning the wrath of the storm.
Their arrival shifted the balance instantly.
The battlefield, once drowning in abyssal darkness, was now a collision of divine and abyssal forces.
Leon exhaled. He had bought himself time.
But this was only the beginning.
Because Vaelthor had yet to make his move.
Clash of Titans
Vaelthor Makes His Move
A heavy silence settled over the battlefield. Abyss and Divinity stood face to face, the very air crackling with unstable energy.
The clash of forces had turned the land into an apocalyptic ruin—scorched earth, shattered skies, and a battlefield now resembling the broken remnants of a world caught between gods.
But Leon knew—this was still just the prelude.
Vaelthor had not yet moved.
The Abyssal Lord remained still, his dark armor gleaming like an abyssal void, his staff humming with unfathomable power.
Then, he raised his hand.
And the world itself trembled.
Absolute Destruction
Abyssal energy coiled around Vaelthor like a living entity. The moment he made his move, everything changed.
[System Alert!]
Vaelthor has activated: Abyssal Dominion – The End of All Things.
Effect: Reality is collapsing. All lesser beings suffer immediate annihilation within a 10-kilometer radius.
Administrator Protection Engaged – Resistance 40%.
Leon's eyes widened.
"He's trying to end the battlefield itself?!"
The ground shattered, a massive void forming beneath Astralis' forces. Countless soldiers screamed as they were dragged into oblivion.
Seraphiel, the Blazing Archangel, reacted first.
"NO!" He spread his six wings, golden fire erupting in a desperate attempt to counter Vaelthor's annihilation field. The light clashed against the abyss, the two forces fighting to claim reality itself.
But Vaelthor didn't stop.
He merely tilted his head slightly—and reality itself began to give way.
Leon Takes Control
Leon knew if he didn't act immediately, the entire battlefield would be erased.
He forced his system to respond.
"Override Administrator Limits – Full Control Activation!"
─── [WARNING: FORBIDDEN ACTION DETECTED] ───
You are attempting to seize control of a high-tier reality-altering force.
Probability of Success: 7%.
Administrator Core Energy Consumption: 85%.
System Stability: CRITICAL.
[Proceed?]
Leon clenched his fist. "I don't care! Proceed!"
A golden surge erupted from his body.
The Administrator Authority took full control of the battlefield.
And in an instant—the Abyssal Dominion stopped expanding.
A True Battle Begins
Vaelthor finally turned his gaze to Leon.
A silent acknowledgment passed between them.
This was no longer just a war between armies.
This was a battle between two sovereign forces.
Abyss vs. System.
Darkness vs. Dominion.
Leon tightened his grip. He had forced Vaelthor to recognize him as an opponent.
But the real fight was just beginning.
Administrator vs. Abyssal Lord
The Battlefield Splits
The moment Leon seized control of the battlefield's reality, the entire world responded.
Cracks of golden energy spread across the land, pushing back the abyssal corruption. The sky above Astralis flickered, torn between the Administrator's dominion and the Abyssal Lord's influence.
Two absolute forces—both wielding the power to rewrite existence—clashed.
Vaelthor, for the first time, turned his full attention toward Leon.
"You are an anomaly, Administrator." His voice rumbled like a collapsing star, echoing across the battlefield. "Your system should not be able to resist me."
Leon wiped sweat from his brow. The strain on his system was immense. Even with his authority at full power, Vaelthor wasn't just strong—he was breaking the fundamental rules of reality itself.
But Leon wasn't going to back down.
"I don't care what should or shouldn't be." He stepped forward, his golden aura blazing. "If you want to consume this world, you'll have to go through me."
Vaelthor chuckled. It was a sound that sent waves of corruption through the air, distorting the space around him.
"Very well, Administrator." He raised his abyssal staff, and the battlefield descended into chaos.
The First Strike
Vaelthor vanished.
A second later—
BOOM!
Leon barely had time to react as the staff of the Abyssal Lord came crashing down, carrying the weight of a dying star.
[System Alert: Emergency Evasion Engaged!]
Leon's body blurred, teleporting out of the way an instant before the impact.
The ground exploded, entire chunks of the battlefield erased in an instant. The shockwave alone sent Astralis' strongest warriors flying.
Leon landed several meters away, panting. His Administrator Authority had barely saved him in time.
But Vaelthor was already preparing another strike.
Leon Fights Back
Leon didn't wait—he retaliated.
"[Administrator Command: Absolute Erasure!]"
A pulse of pure system energy surged toward Vaelthor, designed to erase even conceptual beings from existence.
It slammed into the Abyssal Lord—
—And did nothing.
Vaelthor walked through it as if Leon's strongest attack was mere wind.
"Interesting," he mused. "You wield a force that should not exist, yet you are bound by limitations. Your system is powerful… but it is still incomplete."
Leon's mind raced. His strongest ability had just been shrugged off.
He needed another plan.
Abyss vs. System: The Ultimate Clash
Before Leon could react, Vaelthor attacked again.
Abyssal chains shot toward Leon, each one made of pure void energy, capable of sealing even divine beings.
Leon's system activated instinctively.
"[Override: Dimensional Shift!]"
He blinked out of existence, reappearing behind Vaelthor.
With everything he had, Leon unleashed a counterattack.
"[System Command: Reality Collapse – Divine Domain!]"
The world shook.
A golden explosion erupted, momentarily erasing the battlefield from existence itself.
The Aftermath
When the dust cleared—
Leon stood amidst the wreckage, his body trembling from the sheer amount of system energy he had just used.
And in front of him—
Vaelthor was still standing.
Unscathed.
For the first time, a flicker of interest appeared in the Abyssal Lord's gaze.
"Perhaps," he murmured, "this battle will be worth my time after all."
Leon exhaled, preparing for the next attack.
This was far from over.