At the Northern primordial world, where Celestials and Primordial Beasts clashed, tension rippled through the Astro forces like a ship caught in the heart of an ocean storm, tossed by unseen waves of dread and hope. Beorn slammed the sharp edge of his massive sword against the ground, the impact exploding the earth apart as a towering wall of sand rose high, a curtain between him and the looming beasts. Yet the Primordial Beasts, embodiments of chaos itself, did not waver. Instead, they responded with a storm of strikes, horns blazing, massive forged elements unleashed, rods of radiant light, shards of crystalized water gleaming like blue gemstones, and air hardened into glassy spears veined with faint patterns, pierced through the sandstorm, racing toward Beorn's position.

But when the brown veil of sand descended, Beorn was gone.

Then, SWISH! He appeared in mid-air, a phantom of war, materializing at the left flank of the beast that had bent the very moisture into crystalline lances. His hands clenched the sword handle with unyielding resolve, the blade angled downward, its length wrapped in roaring, condensed energy, a sword-force vast enough to split the sky open. With a thunderous cry, FLUUUUSH! he pressed the blade downward, cleaving with godlike authority. The sword-energy carved a long, merciless wound along the beast's colossal neck, ripping open flesh until it burst out near the lower right, halting just as the sword's glowing tip threatened to kiss the earth. From the wound, a river of purple ichor gushed like veins torn from the earth itself, flowing down the edge of the sword-energy in luminous rivulets before splattering the ground.

At the rear, where the rest of the Astro forces stood poised in their formations, jubilation erupted like fire leaping from kindling.

"Wow! Did you see that? With just one strike, the beast lost its footing!" a soldier's voice rang out from the left side of the Gravity Astro Convergence Formation.

"Not only that," another chimed in from the center, "the attack it prepared for us turned against its own allies!"

Meanwhile, in the Aqua Astro Force Convergence Formation, voices rose with awe.

"Unbelievable, slashing wasn't enough for him, so he created a feint to divert their attention, then struck straight for the neck."

"Beorn is unstoppable. Even the Astro Leader hasn't had the chance to intervene!" another exclaimed, words laced with admiration.

At the forefront, Hildred's lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile. His gaze lingered on Beorn, his chest expanding as a hot breath exhaled from his nostrils like steam from a smoldering forge. "It seems things are flowing more smoothly than even our boldest expectations," he murmured, his calm tone threading through the background chorus of murmurs from the two converging Astro forces, like a quiet drumbeat beneath the roar of triumph.

It was as though the Primordial beasts had been waiting for this very moment, and nature itself conspired with them, ready to flip the coin of fate. At the ground of fire where the confrontation raged, Beorn still hung in midair, supported only by the sword wrapped in enormous blue energy, glowing like a igneous mountain with pinned battle flag on it peak. Suddenly, the shimmering energy began to freeze, solidifying into jagged crystals. Beorn's eyes widened, his mighty sword, moments ago a beacon of power, now resembled nothing more than a stick encased in a giant frozen treat, a grotesque ice-cream bar forged by doom.

"Stay focused!" Hildred's voice cracked like a whip, snapping the murmuring warriors inside the formation to attention. All eyes turned to the unfolding nightmare. A heartbeat later, the crystallized energy shattered, splintering into cascading shards, glittering like broken glass scattered across the heavens. The shockwave tossed Beorn aside, his body spinning, legs stretched wide, arms flailing as though grasping for balance. Just as the ground rushed to claim him, Dunstan darted forward, appearing like a shadow at his back. He caught Beorn mid-fall, though the backlash force drove him staggering backward, boots carving deep furrows into the scorched earth.

But the true horror came next. The massive wound carved across the beast's neck, so deep it had nearly severed the creature, simply vanished, dissolving as if it had been nothing more than a cruel illusion. Yet the blood pooling on the ground betrayed the reality of the strike. Worse still, the two colossal Primordials, already mangled by the reckless strike of their own ally, healed in an instant, flesh knitting, bone restoring, as though their wounds had been no more permanent than ink washed off skin.

At every vantage point, the celestials trembled. Sweat beaded on their brows, their bodies caught between awe and despair. Hildred's eyes darted wildly in their sockets, his voice cracking under the weight of revelation.

"Is this… is this the terror they speak of? The so-called Primordials?" he muttered, staring down at his trembling, useless hands. "Even those sitting at the very pinnacle of creation… none of them possess such a monstrous healing factor."

Beorn, Dunstan, and Lumina, standing further back, could no longer deny what their hearts whispered: terror, insanity, and danger were the very marrow of these beasts.

"What… what is happening?" Dunstan's voice quivered like a leaf in a storm. "We have cut down Primordial beasts before with ease, what went wrong? Are these creatures stronger than the ones we knew?"

"Not at all," Beorn replied, though his tone, calm on the surface, carried the subtle tremor of fear. "We have never witnessed the true depth of their abilities, nor the sheer brutality of their physiques. Until now, we've survived thanks only to the Thanacrite, a weapon forged from Primordial bone itself, designed to weaken any struck beast. Without it… we are stripped bare before them."

Dunstan's heart sank. His voice broke into a cry. "We are finished! How do we even face them? We can't retreat, and not a single opening shows itself!"

"Do not surrender yet," Lumina's voice cut through the choking tension like a silver blade through fog. It slipped into their ears, a thread of hope weaving into despair.

"Humm…" Dunstan forced his head toward her distant figure, his eyes clouded with dread.

"Remember," she pressed on, her voice firm as iron, "we are not here to defeat them. We are here to drag time."

Her words struck like a spark in darkness. Yet before Dunstan could steady his resolve, Beorn moved, shoving him away, leaping clear just as the ground beneath them erupted with violent force. The earth split, and sand burst upward like a geyser, a furious roar from the land itself as the battlefield trembled once again.

Dunstan and Beorn lay half-sprawled on the jagged earth, trembling as their wide eyes locked onto the berserk Primordial beast's sneering face. The monster's colossal horn pulsed with a sinister glow, gathering power for another devastating strike. Just a few paces behind, Lumina's shivering hands clutched her bow and string with desperate resolve. Suddenly, her body erupted in a storm of blue and golden light, two opposing forces igniting and wrapping her frame like divine flames made flesh. She did not need to look back to understand the message carried by the energy.

Raising her bow, she drew the string taut, each pull making the swirling energies spiral and compress into a shimmering arrow of raw power. Her teeth clenched hard, the strain carving lines of pain across her face as the burden of controlling such forces pressed down on her shoulders.

"You two… move! Fall behind me," Lumina ordered, her voice trembling yet resolute.

Beorn staggered up, dragging Dunstan with him, their steps unsteady as they passed her side. But before they were fully clear, Lumina exhaled sharply and whispered her invocation.

"Arrow of Frostfire: Frostbite Arrow!"

The string snapped forward, releasing the radiant shot just as the Primordial beast unleashed the beam from its horn. The two attacks collided midair, birthing a blinding flash that drowned the dimming evening light. For a heartbeat, all was silence, the world itself seemed to hold its breath.

Then, BOOM!

The shockwave exploded outward, a monstrous gale tearing across the battlefield, uprooting dust and debris like autumn leaves in a storm. Dunstan and Beorn crossed their arms over their faces, bracing against the punishing winds as the air howled around them.

When the haze began to settle, a tall figure emerged before Lumina. Hildred stood like a shield, his presence cutting through the smoke. Lumina raised her head, face drenched in sweat, chest heaving as if her lungs were aflame. Her weary eyes met his.

"Are you… okay?" Hildred asked, his voice steady, almost anchoring.

"...Astro Lord," she rasped, forcing the words through her exhaustion.

"Forgive me," Hildred replied, his tone grave. "I failed to assess the danger properly. There's been a change of plan."

Before Lumina could respond, Rex stepped into the fray, his aura flaring like a storm given flesh. With the four of them now gathered, weary yet unyielding, they stood shoulder to shoulder, bracing themselves for the chaos that had yet to descend.

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