[: 3rd POV :]

The heavens themselves seemed to cry out.

Six world-ending forces converged into one—a harmony of destruction so absolute that even gods would tremble to witness it.

Their attacks, each capable of tearing apart planets, fused into a singular torrent of annihilation, reality itself splitting under the weight of their combined will.

The sea boiled to nothing.

The skies fractured, constellations vanishing behind a storm of cataclysmic light.

And all of it… all of it, was aimed at one thing.

The barrier.

Cracks spread like veins of shattered glass across its surface, each fracture groaning under the impossible pressure.

The humming of the seal—once so calm, so mocking—now faltered, like a voice finally breaking under the strain of screaming.

Melira's chest rose and fell sharply, her aura flaring brighter with every passing heartbeat.

Her voice, ragged yet filled with desperate determination, cut through the roar of destruction.

"This is it…! It's breaking!"

Her hope was shared by the others.

The Demon King Xerath's abyssal flames surged hotter, his abyss-tendrils clawing deeper at the rift.

The Spirit Empress's divine bloom poured life and death alike into the strike, weaving destruction into rebirth.

The Beast King's golden claw shredded the barrier's layers like meat before a predator.

The Dwarf King's hammer blows struck with thunderous resolve, reforging weakness into cracks.

The Dragon Empress's worldfire devoured resistance, melting even authority itself.

And together with Melira's attack, the barrier shuddered violently.

It was working.

The impossible was being undone.

For the first time, there was a sound—the unmistakable crack of something greater than a divine construct giving way.

Shards of radiant energy, like broken pieces of the cosmos, splintered outward from the barrier, dissolving into motes of light as they fell into the sea.

The rulers' eyes widened, awe and hope igniting in equal measure.

"By the forge…" Thrain muttered, sweat pouring down his brow as lightning cracked around him.

"It's actually breakin'!"

Caelira's hair whipped wildly in the storm of their combined might, her usually calm voice trembling.

"If this is truly possible… then Daniel can finally be free!"

Sylthara's wings blazed as she pressed her colossal form harder into the storm of destruction.

Her roar echoed like a celestial warhorn:

"PRESS ON! BREAK IT ENTIRELY!"

Seconds dragged into eternities. Every ruler poured their essence, their final reserves of power, into the strike.

And the barrier—so long untouchable, so long invincible—was fracturing beyond repair.

But amidst the blinding storm of annihilation, as the cracks webbed deeper, Sylvene's golden eyes darkened.

Her voice whispered, nearly drowned beneath the cacophony of collapsing reality.

"…No. This isn't right."

Her words went unheard.

The rulers were too focused.

Too desperate. T

oo close.

And yet, the Spirit Empress alone felt it—that other presence.

Something vast.

Watching.

Waiting.

If the barrier shattered completely… what was sealed within would awaken.

And perhaps—just perhaps—that was why the World Order fought so desperately to keep it sealed.

The air erupted with a deafening CRACK!

Like glass under the hammer of gods, the barrier split open, its shattering voice echoing across seas, skies, and the very marrow of the world.

Shards of radiant blue-white light cascaded outward like meteors, dissolving into trails of starlight as they fell.

The Forbidden Continent—once veiled, untouchable, cloaked in defiance of even divine might—now stood exposed.

For a heartbeat, silence consumed everything.

Then, Melira's trembling voice broke it, filled with disbelief and raw relief.

"T-The barrier… it…it broke?!"

Her eyes widened, tears threatening to spill as her claws clenched.

The fury and anguish she had carried for days gave way to something fragile—hope.

The other rulers stared, their expressions reflecting that same impossible realisation.

Thrain's beard quivered as his jaw fell slack.

'We… we did it?"

Kaelgor's beastly eyes glimmered, predatory ferocity giving way to a stunned laugh that rumbled deep in his chest.

"Ha! The unbreakable… broken by us!"

Even Sylthara, her massive form wreathed in divine flame, lowered her colossal head and whispered in awe.

"Impossible… yet it lies before us."

But no one was more shaken than Sylvene.

Her arms trembled as she desperately poured her essence into stabilising the ley lines, roots of golden light spreading across the heavens and seas to keep balance from fracturing completely.

Her face, usually serene and unfathomable, betrayed shock.

Her lips parted, voice weak, disbelieving.

"It… broke. Even against the World Order's will… it broke."

The rulers exchanged glances—some triumphant, others wary—but all carried one truth.

They had achieved the impossible.

Melira let out a ragged laugh, her voice breaking with emotion.

"Daniel… my son… we're coming."

The skies, however, did not share in their joy.

Dark clouds churned violently, red lightning screaming across the heavens.

The sea convulsed, waves rising like fangs of a furious god.

The land itself trembled as if recoiling from what had just been undone.

The Spirit Empress's eyes widened further, the blood draining from her face. She alone felt it first.

Something vast.

Something ancient.

Something awake.

No...it was more like 'something' had been released.

Their cheers, their awe, their fleeting happiness—lasted only for a breath.

The cracks that had split the heavens themselves began to close, mending as though time had reversed.

The shattering they had heard… the dazzling fragments of light… the surge of freedom that rushed into their chests—

It was all a lie.

No, not a lie.

A deception.

The rulers froze as the fragments of the barrier dissolved into smoke, and in their place, a second wall of power revealed itself.

Darker.

Denser.

Colder.

Its surface shimmered not with the crystalline beauty of divine protection, but with a suffocating gravity, as if it were woven from the very marrow of the world.

Melira's breath caught in her throat.

Her claws tightened around the Sceptre of Endless Ruin, and her voice trembled between disbelief and fury.

"…What? The barrier… it broke… but why is there another barrier?"

Her words cut into the silence like a blade, but none had an answer.

The Demon King's face twisted into a snarl.

"A second seal?! Who dares mock us so?!"

His voice shook the skies, but even his rage faltered as the truth dawned.

The Beast King growled low, his golden form flickering.

"This… this is not of mortal make."

The Dwarf King's hand quivered as he clutched Mjolnir's Heirloom, his usually steady heart trembling.

It was then that the silence broke again—not from anger, but from dread.

The Spirit Empress.

Her aura wavered, and for the first time in ages, her voice faltered.

Her lips moved as though refusing to shape the words, yet they came anyway.

"No… no, it can't be…"

The rulers turned to her, their eyes demanding answers, but her own were wide with horror.

"This… this is not a barrier of protection. The first seal was only a veil, a facade… a false sky to keep us from knowing the truth."

Her hands shook as roots of light crumbled in her palms.

Her face was pale, drained of the calm she always carried.

"This is a prison. A prison forged by powers beyond even the First Ancestors… meant not to keep us out, but to keep something in."

The words struck like thunder.

Even Melira felt her heart pound violently against her ribs. Her fury flickered into silence.

A second barrier.

Not of mortal make. A prison forged in fear of something so dreadful it demanded not one, but two eternal seals.

And yet… they had cracked it.

The rulers barely had a moment to process the terrifying revelation.

The Spirit Empress opened her mouth to explain, but before her words could fully form, the air itself began to twist and shimmer.

A strange phenomenon unfolded above the Forbidden Continent.

The sky darkened, not in shadow, but in impossible hues.

Streaks of violet lightning crisscrossed with green auroras, and spirals of raw energy curled like living serpents.

Winds howled in multiple directions at once, carrying whispers that seemed almost sentient, words in tongues older than time itself.

Melira's scales prickled with unease.

"What… is happening?" she demanded, her voice sharp, yet edged with a rare hesitation.

The Demon King's towering form stiffened, claws digging into the ground as the vortex above the continent grew.

"This… energy…it's not natural. It's not from the monsters… nor any of the barriers we know. Something else… is coming."

The Dragon Empress unfurled her massive wings, shielding her eyes as the light bent unnaturally around them.

Her roar was swallowed by the chaos above.

"The outer layer…it's reacting! But… to what?"

The Spirit Empress's hands glowed faintly with energy, the strands of her aura dancing nervously around her.

She spoke, her voice trembling for the first time in centuries.

"The outer barrier… it was not designed to protect the continent from outsiders. It was made to contain… something. Something that should never be unleashed. And now…"

Her eyes widened, staring at the swirling sky.

"It senses that its prison has been breached… even if partially. It reacts to our presence… our power."

Thrain's brow furrowed, gripping the handle of Mjolnir's Heirloom.

"You're saying…there's something else!??"

"Yes," Sylvene corrected, her voice grave.

"The outer layer exists to restrain what lies at the heart of the Forbidden Continent''

''Not monsters… not gates… but a force older than this world itself. And it knows we have pierced the seal."

A low, rumbling vibration travelled from the continent into the heavens.

Even the seas that had been calm moments ago roared in protest, waves rising to impossible heights.

Mountains nearby trembled, fragments of rock lifting as if trying to flee the coming judgment.

Melira clenched her fists, aura flaring violently, her voice resolute despite the fear gnawing at her.

"Whatever is coming...I will save my son. No barrier, no world order, no monster—nothing—will stop me."

Xerath, now a walking cataclysm, shifted his massive wings and let out a resonant roar that warped the air itself.

"Then let it come''

Above them, the sky twisted into impossible geometries, storms colliding and folding upon themselves.

And from the very heart of that energy, a singular, silent pressure began to emanate—a presence so vast, so incomprehensible, that even the Demon King himself felt it tug at the edges of his being.

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