[: 3rd POV :]

The air still hummed with the lingering resonance of their failed attacks, a suffocating weight pressing down on all present.

The seas calmed reluctantly, but the tension between the rulers remained palpable.

Sylthara, the Dragon Empress, folded her massive wings and let out a slow, contemplative growl.

Her eyes glimmered with audacity as she finally spoke.

"We've tried everything we can reasonably muster," she said, her voice carrying across the deck like rolling thunder.

"Perhaps it's time… to go beyond. All of us. Full power. No holding back."

A heavy silence fell over the assembly. T

he words themselves felt like a challenge, one that could either save or doom them all.

Sylvene, the Spirit Empress, narrowed her eyes, her hands tightening at her sides.

Her voice was calm but carried a weight that silenced even the more audacious rulers.

"Full power…? You would risk shattering the very fragments of this world''

''The balance… the ley lines, the currents of fate—they could all fracture. Using our full might could destroy more than the barrier''

''It could destroy everything."

For a moment, the rulers hesitated. Yet, one by one, their resolve hardened.

Xerath, the Demon King, bared his teeth in a grin that was equal parts fury and determination.

"If it comes to that, so be it. Whatever it takes to save the boy, I will pay the price—even if the world itself groans in protest."

Thrain, the Dwarf King, slammed his fist into the deck.

"Aye! We've survived storms, wars, and gods themselves. How many times has this world gone through world-ending situations? It's not like it's the first''

Caelira, the Elf Empress, lifted her staff, her silver hair dancing in the wind.

"I will pour out with everything that I have''

Melira's eyes blazed, her aura flaring faintly.

"Enough hesitation. If my full strength can't break it, then combined with yours… maybe, just maybe, we can succeed''

Sylthara's gaze hardened, her roar rumbling like a distant volcano.

"Then it's settled. Full power. No reserves. Let the world itself witness the fury of its rulers!"

Her words were met with the faintest of murmurs of agreement from the others.

Then Sylthara's sharp gaze turned toward Sylvene.

"And you? Spirit Empress… you truly believe the balance can withstand this? Or will you simply watch the world splinter while we try?"

Sylvene's expression darkened.

She remained silent, staring at the barrier. Her golden eyes flickered with something ancient, unspoken.

After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice low and reluctant.

"…The generation of rulers here… you have long surpassed your ancestors in strength''

''Far beyond. But power alone is not enough. The First Generation… possessed something you do not''

''Something that transcends mere might."

She let her words hang in the air, a cautionary shadow over their determination.

Sylthara stepped closer, undeterred.

"Then what makes you hesitate? If strength is enough, then we are more than capable. Truthfully… can any of us rival them?"

Sylvene looked away, the weight of her silence heavier than any words could be.

She knew the truth.

In sheer strength, yes, this generation could match or even surpass the First Generation.

Yet the First Generation—and she herself—had something special, a tether to the very essence of the world that ordinary power could not emulate.

Finally, after a long pause, Sylvene inhaled deeply. Her voice, though soft, carried absolute authority.

"…Very well. Use your full power. I will be the one to restore whatever balance may be broken."

Melira's eyes widened, a spark of hope flaring within her.

"Then it's decided," Sylthara said, her wings stretching wide as the air around them trembled.

"No holding back and no regrets''

The rulers readied themselves.

The air thickened, charged with the tension of a storm about to break. Every ruler felt the world itself holding its breath.

The Spirit Empress had agreed; the ultimatum was given: no restraint, full power.

Xerath, the Demon King, took a single step forward, his massive form towering like a living mountain.

A black aura began to swirl around him, feeding off the very shadows of the world.

His eyes burned like twin abysses, drawing in light, hope, and even the courage of those who dared to meet his gaze.

Then, as if answering the silent call of his own fury, his body erupted.

Shadows coalesced into jagged, writhing forms, fusing with molten flame and storm-lightning.

The ground beneath him shattered from the mere weight of his aura.

The sky darkened as if night had fallen, though it was midday.

A wind of malevolence, hotter than lava and colder than ice, spiralled outward, bending the air, tearing clouds, and silencing the cries of birds for miles.

"Behold… the true form of ruin," Xerath intoned, his voice resonating like a cathedral of suffering.

He invoked his class: Abyss Emperor – Descent of Ruin.

The world trembled at the utter declaration.

Shadows erupted from his form, weaving into massive tendrils of living darkness, each one clawing at reality itself.

His trait, Absolute Malevolence – The First Sin, manifested.

Every ounce of hatred, wrath, and primordial cruelty within him radiated outward like a gravitational force, twisting light and energy into voided shapes that clawed at the landscape.

Mountains near the Forbidden Continent cracked and fractured, their cores bleeding molten rock into the seas.

Xerath's bloodline, Primordial Nether Fiend – Nether Possession, took hold.

Entire sections of the battlefield began to warp, matter twisting and bending, the air itself warping as though reality were his canvas.

Shadows of unseen fiends, impossible in shape and size, poured from his form, their forms flickering in and out of existence, combined within him.

His physique, Eternal Hellforged Body – Incarnate of Hell, became apparent as his skin shimmered with molten cracks, veins of fire and blackened iron coursing through him.

He grew, his form expanding impossibly, now reaching into the stratosphere, wings of molten black draconic membranes and jagged obsidian claws tearing open the sky.

His presence alone caused tectonic tremors.

The oceans recoiled, the air grew dense, and gravity itself seemed to warp around him.

He called upon his innate, Ruin of the Damned – Fall of Creation.

Reality splintered wherever he gazed.

Waves froze mid-crash, mountains dissolved into shards of stone that levitated unnaturally, oceans boiled as if they were aware of the annihilation poised to strike.

Even time seemed to hesitate near him, each second stretching and snapping like a frayed rope under tension.

Finally, his soul weapon, Crown of Endless Night – Endless Destruction, materialised.

A circlet of void energy and molten metal hovered above his head, jagged and unholy.

From it emanated waves of energy that tore through the fabric of the world, dissolving magic, tearing ley lines, and threatening to rewrite the laws of reality themselves.

Every strike of this power promised the end of everything, yet Xerath commanded it with ease, as if he were its master rather than its servant.

The combination was cataclysmic.

Darkness, fire, storm, and void merged into one towering entity of destruction.

Stars flickered in the sky, distant continents trembled, and the seas roared in fear.

Winds howled like screaming titans as the sheer scale of his transformation obliterated the horizon.

Even the other rulers froze, awe-struck and fearful.

None could truly comprehend the scale of power Xerath now embodied.

The Demon King was no longer a ruler; he was a force of nature, a walking apocalypse, the incarnation of the first sin made flesh.

And yet, despite the sheer omnipotence radiating from him, Xerath's eyes glowed with singular intent—fixated on the Forbidden Continent.

The barrier quivered slightly under his gaze, but he did not yet strike.

"I am Xerath… Abyss Emperor, Incarnate of Hell… the First Sin made manifest," he declared, his voice reverberating through the world, cracking mountains and boiling seas.

"And I will tear open what even the World Order dares to protect. Let all who stand in my way witness… the Fall of Creation itself!"

The world itself seemed to shudder at his words.

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