The battlefield buzzed with chaos, a cacophony of clashing weapons, cries of pain, and the unholy roars of Abyssal creatures.
He had made his decision, sending orders to the reserves, but the weight of command pressed heavily on him.
His spirit sense extended far beyond the immediate battlefield, encompassing vast stretches of Nexaria, allowing him to see the sheer scale of the conflict.
It was carnage. The elements wielded by his spirit warrior soldiers sliced through the ranks of the Abyss, sending waves of enemies crashing to the ground, but it was not enough. For every demonic beast from the abyssal plane cut down, two more seemed to take its place.
The soldiers under his command were fighting valiantly, but the Abyssal forces were unyielding, and unending, pushing his men and women back inch by bloody inch.
It was a brutal dance of life and death, and for every step forward, Lassim’s forces were forced back two.
They were losing, and it was about to spiral out of control unless he made a move.
Lassim’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the advancing front. The air around him seemed to ripple with tension.
Across the battlefield, the three Abyssal Generals stood unmoving, their eyes locked onto him with an intensity that felt palpable.
They were waiting—waiting for him to make the first move, to give them the excuse they needed to bring the level of the conflict up to their level—far above the might of the mortals fighting below.
Lassim knew that if he made a move, if he stepped into the fray, the Generals would join the battle as well.
The conflict would escalate beyond the mortal soldiers below, dragging them into a catastrophic battle between near-gods that would leave nothing but devastation in its wake.
Yet, he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. This was real. Every single life on this battlefield mattered, and he would not stand by idly while his people were butchered.
The sight of his soldiers being pushed back, of the Abyssal beasts tearing through their ranks, slaughtering another fighter ever few moments.
He could feel the frustration building within him, a fiery pressure in his chest that demanded release. He could no longer hold back.
With a deliberate calm, Lassim lifted his gaze to meet the piercing eyes of the Abyssal Generals.
Their expressions were unreadable, dark and malevolent, as they stared him down from across the battlefield. He didn’t say a word.
Instead, he slowly raised one hand and pointed upwards.
Then, without hesitation, Lassim took a single step forward. The fabric of space around him rippled as he crossed the void, disappearing from the battlefield like he stepped through water and reappearing high above, in the upper atmosphere of Nexaria.
The world below seemed distant, almost like a painting, with the swirling battle reduced to a series of dark and light smudges. The only sounds up here were the howling winds and the distant rumble of the explosions of elements below.
He hovered there, suspended in the sky, waiting.
It didn’t take long for the Generals to respond. The air around him grew colder, more oppressive, as three dark forms emerged from the battlefield below, ascending to meet him in the sky.
The Blood Star, the Lust Demon, and the Dragal-Human hybrid—each of them radiated an aura of raw, unbridled power.
For a brief moment, the four of them floated in a tense standoff, the atmosphere heavy. The sky around them seemed to darken further. The Abyssal will arrived to watch.
Then, without warning, the battle erupted.
Lassim surged forward, his halberd spinning in a wide arc as he closed the distance between him and the Blood Star.
The blade of his weapon cut through the air with a sharp whistle, leaving a trail of azure water mana and golden lightning in its wake.
The Blood Star roared from a mouth hidden somewhere under its many limbs, its body a writhing mass of sinewy tentacles covered in thick, scarlet scales.
With a flick of its countless appendages, it lashed out at Lassim, the force behind the attack enough to shatter mountains with ease.
Lassim twisted in mid-air, dodging the blow in a calculated response by a hair’s breadth before retaliating with a powerful downward slash.
The halberd connected with the Blood Star’s side, the blade slicing through its tough scales and drawing a spray of dark, viscous blood. The creature howled in pain, its roar shaking the very air around them. But Lassim didn’t relent.
He followed up with a series of rapid strikes, each one fueled by the combined power of water and lightning. Each blow ripped through the creature’s flesh, sending chunks of its body plummeting to the battlefield below.
But the Blood Star was far from defeated. It reared back, its eyes glowing with a murderous intent as it unleashed a torrent of blood-red energy. The energy crackled with destructive force, twisting and warping the space it passed through as it barreled toward Lassim.
Lassim spun his halberd in front of him, creating a shield of water and lightning that deflected the blast.
The force of the impact pushed him back, but he held his ground, gritting his teeth against the strain.
From the corner of his eye, Lassim saw the Lust Demon charging towards him, its form a blur of motion.
The demon’s body was lithe and agile, covered in glittery scales that seemed to shimmer with an unnatural light. Its eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as it closed the distance, a wicked grin spreading across its face.
Lassim barely had time to react before the Lust Demon was upon him, its clawed hands swiping at him with lightning speed.
He parried the first few strikes, his halberd clashing against the demon’s claws with sparks of energy. But the Lust Demon was relentless, its attacks growing faster and more ferocious with each passing second.
Lassim’s movements were precise, each block and counterstrike measured to minimize his energy expenditure.
As he fended off the Lust Demon, Lassim’s spirit sense remained attuned to the battlefield below.
He could see the towns and cities of Nexaria falling one by one, the Abyssal forces tearing through defenses with brutal efficiency.
His heart clenched as he watched the citizens of Swallowtail Mountain City—the place he had once called home—fighting desperately to protect their families.
His father was there, his Phoenix spirit blazing as he cut down wave after wave of demonic beasts, but even he was beginning to falter under the relentless onslaught.
The sight filled Lassim with a sense of urgency, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him. He needed to end this battle quickly and return to help his people—his family.
But the Generals were not making it easy.
With a burst of effort, Lassim broke away from the Lust Demon, swinging his halberd in a wide arc that forced the demon to retreat as he released a [Space Shatter Strike] that caused a ripple in the fabric which sent shards of space directly at the lust demon.
His eyes locked onto the Dragal-Human hybrid, who had been watching the battle with cold, calculating eyes.
The abomination’s presence was disturbing—its very existence felt wrong, as if it had been twisted and warped by forces beyond comprehension.
Lassim knew that the hybrid was the most dangerous of the three. It had the combined strength of a Dragal and the cunning of a human with millennia of experience as a former leader of the Abyssal Cult on Nexaria, making it a formidable opponent.
The hybrid met his gaze with a sinister smile, its dark, obsidian-like scales glinting in the dim light.
It raised its hand, and a torrent of dark energy surged toward Lassim, twisting and writhing like a living shadow. Lassim barely had time to raise his shield of water, lightning and space elements in defense before the energy crashed into him, sending him reeling backward.
The force of the impact rattled his bones, the dark energy seeping into his body like a poison. He could feel it trying to corrupt his mana, to twist and warp it into something unrecognizable.
But Lassim’s will was strong—he fought back against the corruption, forcing the dark energy out of his system with a surge of water mana.
Gathering his strength, Lassim charged toward the hybrid, his halberd crackling with power.
The two clashed in a furious exchange of blows, their weapons and energy colliding with explosive force. Each strike sent shockwaves rippling through the sky, shattering the fabric of space and creating rifts that bled energy into the atmosphere.
Despite the intensity of the battle, Lassim’s mind remained divided, half of his focus on the battlefield below.
The situation was dire—Swallowtail Mountain City was on the verge of being overrun. His father was fighting valiantly, but he couldn’t hold out much longer. And worse, the Abyssal forces were closing in on the Vanthar estate.
That’s when he saw her down below… She… his wife, the woman he felt a connection with since first sight at his Spirit Awakening all those years ago. She was also at his father’s side fighting back.
Lassim felt a surge of fear and anger as he realized just how close the enemy was to his home, to his family.
He needed to end this fight, and now.
He locked eyes with the hybrid, his expression hardening with determination. "Enough of this," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "It’s time to end this."
The hybrid sneered, clearly unimpressed. But Lassim wasn’t bluffing.
He could feel the power building within him, a pressure that had been growing ever since it’s last use to kill the Dragal prince. It was time to unleash it once more.
"[Release]," Lassim uttered, his voice echoing across the sky.
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In an instant, the space beside him warped, and two figures emerged, their presence filling the sky with a radiant light.
The first was a stunning Dragon mermaid, her azure scales shimmering with golden runes lining their edges. Two cute, jagged horns poked up from her head, and her chest was modestly covered by a light coral top. She exuded an air of calm and grace, her very presence soothing to the soul.
The second figure was a kingdom-toppling beauty with sharp, fierce features. She had a busty figure, accentuated by purple and black feathers that adorned her form.
The feathers began as a rich purple but gradually darkened to inky black at the tips. Staring into the black portions felt like gazing into the void itself, an abyss that defied understanding. Occasionally, little bolts of pure golden heavenly lightning crackled across her body, adding to her fierce, dangerous allure.
"[Brother, let’s kick their ass! Let me at ’em! I’m gonna fill their ass with feathers!]" the busty feathered woman exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement and eagerness.
"[Sigh… Still as uncouth as ever, Zaphy. Where did my energetic and cute little sister go?]" the Dragon mermaid replied, her tone exasperated but fond.
Lassim couldn’t help but smile at their banter, despite the seriousness of the situation.
He opened his arms wide, and the two women floated toward him, their expressions softening as they moved to embrace him.
As they came together, an eruption of bright light enveloped them, the three figures merging into one.
The light was blinding, its brilliance visible from the battlefield below as the soldiers and Abyssal creatures alike paused, momentarily stunned by the spectacle.