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Ren's silver hair caught the sunlight, his features etched with determination. Each loss weighed heavily on his shoulders, driving him to fight harder, to unleash his celestial powers to their fullest extent. Luna's jet-black hair framed her face as she moved with an otherworldly grace, her amber eyes reflecting the pain of each life lost. She was determined to use her mastery of shadows to strike back at the monsters and protect her comrades.
In contrast to the human leaders, the monstrous leaders showed no signs of concern or remorse. The blood-filled monster yawned lazily, his expression unchanged even as thousands of his own troops met their demise. The other nine leaders maintained their stoic composure, their monstrous features betraying no hint of emotion.
The scene played out like a macabre dance of life and death. The monsters continued their relentless assault, tearing through the human ranks with savage ferocity. The battlefield was a symphony of screams and cries, the air thick with the scent of blood and the acrid smell of magic.
In one corner of the battlefield, a scorpion monster, its large stinger poised to strike, lunged at three unsuspecting humans. Its venomous fangs glistened under the harsh sunlight as it closed in on its prey. With lightning-fast precision, the scorpion monster sank its fangs into the first human, injecting its lethal toxin into their bloodstream. The unfortunate victim convulsed in pain, their body contorting in agony as the venom coursed through their veins. The scorpion monster then swiftly moved on to its next target, its movements a blur of deadly efficiency.
Meanwhile, amidst the war, a centaur monster showcased its own formidable skills. As a human A-rank conjured a powerful fireball, ready to unleash it upon the monstrous horde, the centaur seized the opportunity. With a mighty swing of his axe, he cleaved the fireball in half, scattering the flames in all directions. The astonished degu user barely had time to react before the centaur appeared behind him, his axe raised high. In a single devastating strike, the centaur's weapon connected with the sorcerer's body, severing his lifeforce and leaving him lifeless on the ground.
Across the battlefield, the humans fought back with their own extraordinary abilities. Amidst the chaos, a human warrior locked eyes with a massive centipede monster. Dark rays emanated from his gaze, piercing through the air like ethereal spears. The rays struck the centipede's forehead with deadly accuracy, penetrating its thick exoskeleton and reaching its vulnerable core. The monstrous creature convulsed in pain, its massive body writhing as the dark rays continued to ravage its insides. Within moments, the centipede succumbed to its injuries, its life force extinguished.
Observing the gruesome spectacle, one of the ten monster leaders stepped forward, his voice filled with a chilling nonchalance. "This is the law of the jungle," he stated with a cold, calculating gaze. His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the unforgiving nature of the battlefield. The monstrous leaders, unaffected by the carnage around them, acknowledged the brutal reality of their existence. It was a realm where only the strongest survived, and where death was an ever-present companion.
The civilians of the East watched in abject horror, their faces contorted with fear and disbelief. They stood on the outskirts of the war zone, trembling as they bore witness to the brutal clash between the thousands of monsters and the thousands of humans. The cacophony of screams, clashes, and roars filled the air, heightening their sense of helplessness and vulnerability.
Some of the civilians could not bear the gruesome scenes unfolding before their eyes. Their legs turned to jelly, and they fell to the ground, their bodies quivering uncontrollably. Others, overwhelmed by fear, found themselves unable to control their bodily functions, their pants stained with urine. The stench of fear hung heavy in the air, mixing with the acrid smell of blood and sweat.
I can't believe what I'm seeing," one woman gasped, her voice quivering. "It's like a nightmare come to life."
"Are we going to die?" a young boy whimpered, clinging to his mother's trembling hand. "Why is this happening?"
The elderly gathered in small huddles, their faces etched with wrinkles of worry. They exchanged knowing glances, their eyes reflecting the harsh reality of the situation.
"I never thought I'd witness something so cruel," an old man murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "Life is fragile, isn't it? We're nothing more than fragile vessels in the face of such power."
Some of the civilians, once filled with hope and bravado, now felt their optimism drain away, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness. The sight of their fellow humans being maimed and torn apart by the relentless onslaught of the monsters shattered any illusions of invincibility they might have held.
"I always thought we were strong," a young woman whispered, tears streaming down her face. "But we're nothing compared to them. How can we fight against such monstrous beings?"
In the midst of the despair, a glimmer of hope flickered in their eyes. It was a feeble flame, but one they clung to desperately.
"We have to believe in our warriors," a middle-aged man declared, his voice wavering as his lips trembled. "They will find a way to overcome this. They must."
As the battle reached its boiling point, the landscape was transformed into a gruesome tableau of death and destruction. The corpses of both monsters and humans littered the ground, forming macabre mounds that stretched towards the sky. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid scent of smoke and burning flesh.
In the midst of this macabre scene, a jaw-dropping display of power unfolded before their eyes. Emerging from the chaos, a lone degu user named Dondon stepped forward, radiating an aura that crackled with raw energy. His eyes burned with an intense focus as he extended his hand, harnessing the force of his telekinetic abilities.
A hush fell over the battlefield as Dondon's powers surged to life. Like marionettes on invisible strings, hundreds of monsters - orcs, goblins, wolves, serpents, gorillas, and lizards - rose into the air, suspended in a captivating dance of destruction. The ten monster leaders, momentarily taken aback by the display of strength, watched in astonishment as Dondon clenched his fist.
With a fierce clench of his fist, an explosion of force rippled through the captured creatures. Flesh and bone crumbled beneath the strain, transforming the once fearsome monsters into a grotesque, pulpy mess. The ground beneath them was drenched in a macabre collage of crushed remains, as if an artist had unleashed their darkest strokes upon the battlefield.
Takashi, standing beside Amara, couldn't help but marvel at the raw might of Dondon's abilities. His eyes followed the destruction, a mix of admiration and astonishment etched across his face. Amara, sharing his sentiment, leaned in closer and spoke in a hushed tone.
"That's Dondon," she whispered, a note of reverence in her voice. "He's an A-rank peak degu user, just one step away from hitting the S-rank realm... He's the next one that was likely to become equal to us in the next few years."
"Good seedling... How about his character? Does he have loyalty?" Takashi looked at Amara, then his gaze shifted, locked on Dondon's every move.
As Dondon released his telekinetic hold, the remnants of the crushed creatures fell to the ground with sickening thuds.
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