The shattered remains of Aqua Astro Station now lay in ruins, transformed into a wasteland of desolation. The once-thriving outpost had become a battlefield, its broken structures and crumbled walls standing as silent witnesses to the unfolding confrontation.

The Aqua Astro team stood resolute, their bodies tense with anticipation, sweat tracing glistening paths down their cheeks. Across from them loomed the Primordial Rhino, a colossal figure, its gaze carrying the weight of undisputed dominance, looking down at them as though they were insects beneath its hooves.

Its breathing rumbled, slow and deep, like the steady pounding of war drums, each breath vibrating through the air. The tips of its crystalline horns shimmered under the pale daylight, catching the sun's rays and scattering them like broken glass, a silent herald of the battle about to begin.

Behind the team, Nyxander and Beorn stood a few paces away, their gazes fixed and unwavering, watching the enormous beast. The breeze whispered through the broken battlefield, carrying dust and smoke between the two forces like a silent referee, overseeing the inevitable clash.

"Zion," Beorn's voice came, low and steady, cutting through the tension in the air.

"Hm?" Nyxander turned his head slightly, his silver eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"I'll be heading ahead. As Lumina's right-hand man, I'll support the frontline. We'll be counting on you for backup."

Without another word, Beorn stepped forward, his movements smooth and decisive, like a soldier answering the call of duty. Nyxander's gaze tracked his figure, watching as he cut through the ranks of his teammates, each step bringing him closer to the looming danger.

"Leader, I'm here," Beorn said, his voice steady despite the thick tension that clung to the air like fog.

Lumina turned her head, her sharp gaze landing on Beorn.

"Good. All, get set."

Her voice was authoritative, carrying both command and reassurance. For a brief moment, her amber eyes flickered past Beorn, catching sight of Nyxander standing far behind the formation. Their gazes locked—a silent conversation passed between them, a fleeting moment of understanding before she turned her attention back to the towering beast.

"We might be weak, yes, that's true," she began, her voice steady and resolute, carrying authority like a blade's edge. "But we have one advantage, our size. The Flame Astro Team was supposed to assist, but they may not arrive in time. If we give it everything we have, we might seize a glimmer of victory."

A bead of sweat slid down her cheek, catching the light as it fell silently to the dust below.

"This might be the chance to see your true identity, Zion," she muttered under her breath, her gaze flickering back toward Nyxander for the briefest of moments. Then, her voice rose sharply, slicing through the heavy air: "Attack!"

"YEEESSS!"nTheir unified scream shook the battlefield, the raw heat of determination igniting their morale.

But to Nyxander's surprise, the eight subordinates did not charge blindly as he had expected. Instead, with disciplined precision, they shifted into formation, five diving to the front, while three positioned themselves at the rear, leaving Lumina and Beorn standing at the spearhead of the formation.

Suddenly, a low hum filled the air, a soft, thrumming vibration like the whisper of a distant storm.

A blue glow, faint at first, began to radiate from the eight subordinates. The energy pulsed and shimmered, growing brighter and more intense, until it enveloped them like a living aura. The light danced across their forms, flowing and intertwining, as though the very essence of the sky had been drawn down to the battlefield.

The glow intensified, casting shadows that flickered wildly across the broken landscape.

Nyxander's eyes narrowed, his attention now fully drawn to the formation.n"Interesting," he muttered, the wind tugging at his white hair.

The Primordial Rhino, sensing the shift in energy, let out a deep, earth-shaking growl, its massive hooves scraping the ground. The light from its horns shimmered more intensely, as though it, too, recognized the challenge that had finally presented itself.

The battlefield stood on the knife's edge, where power hummed in the air, hearts beat like war drums, and destinies began to intertwine.

Beorn, with a sudden surge of determination, shattered his sword with a sharp crack, a sound like glass breaking against the weight of fate, echoing through the battlefield. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, charging at the Primordial Rhino with a speed so sudden that

Nyxander's eyes widened, a flicker of shock flashing through his gaze. His white hair fluttered in the residual gust, eyes fixed on Beorn's advancing figure. "What is he doing?" Nyxander thought, his gaze fixed, unable to tear away from the scene unfolding before him.

Then, as if the heavens themselves had chosen this moment, a sudden surge of energy erupted, bursting outward like a dam breaking after centuries of pressure. It was as though the power harnessed by the eight subordinates had been transferred into Beorn, streaming into him like an invisible river of force, flowing wirelessly through the Celestial Convergence Formation.

With a low hum, a blue panel materialized in front of Beorn, its glow soft yet commanding, signaling a successful synchronization.

[Celestial Convergence Formation synchronized successfully]

The data on the panel flickered and shifted, revealing Beorn's details with divine clarity:

[Name: Beorn – Vassal of the Goddess of Water]

[Race: Celestial Race – Immortal]

[Age: 19 years]

[Stage: Ascendant Realm]

[Celestial Core: Convergence Formation Core (750/750) ↑ 650]

[Bloodline: XXXX]

[Weapon: Sword (Goddess of Water Artifact: Bestowed to her vassal)]

[Techniques: Aqua Compression Blade]

The energy surged around Beorn, a brilliant torrent of blue, wrapping him in a radiant aura. The power seeped into the hilt of a newly manifested sword, which gleamed with liquid-like light, as though it had been forged from the ocean's depths.

Beorn's hands tightened around the handle, knuckles white. His voice echoed, low and resolute, carried by the wind:

"Celestial Convergence: Aqua Compression Blade."

The energy around the blade swelled, expanding into a massive, gleaming blade of compressed water. The surface shimmered, and from its core, faint yellow energy lines spider-webbed outward, resembling the intricate veins of leaves. These delicate threads stretched to the blade's edges, forming a thin, golden layer that hummed with restrained devastation.

As Beorn closed the gap, his knees bent, a leap primed to defy gravity. But the Primordial Rhino, its instincts screaming with the scent of danger, moved first.

With a thunderous slam, it struck the ground with its massive left foot. The impact reverberated like an earthquake, sending shockwaves that cracked the ground and destabilized Beorn's ascent.

Beorn's body shuddered from the impact. The energy coating the sword flickered, weakening, before fading into wisps. He crashed onto his back, the dust rising around him, his expression twisted in frustration.

The Primordial Rhino, wasting no time, raised its massive foot again, this time to crush Beorn, to reduce him to nothing more than a memory beneath its colossal weight.

But then. The energy shifted. A new pulse radiated across the battlefield, causing the Rhino to pause mid-strike, its crimson eyes narrowing as it raised its head.

From a distance, Lumina's figure stood tall, her silvery hair billowing in the breeze, her divine bow drawn, glimmering with icy brilliance. The energy now radiated from her, wrapping around her form like a cloak of frost and power.

Her fingers pulled back the bowstring, and with each passing second, an arrow of pure frost materialized, its tip gleaming with deadly precision.

The battlefield fell silent, a hush so profound it was as if time itself held its breath. The Primordial Rhino's eyes widened, its massive chest heaving, sensing the overwhelming danger radiating from the arrow's tip.

"Celestial Convergence: Frost Bind Arrow." Lumina's voice was low, yet it carried a domination so profound, it seemed to bend the air around her.

As she released the arrow, the stillness shattered, the air roared, as if the winds themselves screamed.

The arrow expanded mid-flight, runes of power glowing along its length. Words of ancient origin radiated from it, singing a song of ice and binding, a melody meant to halt even the mightiest of beings.

But then, The unexpected happened. The arrow's trajectory stretched endlessly, as if space itself elongated, warping reality. The energy gradually dissipated, the arrow fading from view as though swallowed by an invisible abyss as the beast foot lowering slightly

Nyxander, watching from the rear, narrowed his gaze. "Interesting… this is the power of the Celestial Convergence Formation," he murmured, the wind swirling around him, carrying the faint scent of frost and battle.

Though they knew victory would not come easily, it had achieved its purpose. They had bought time, enough, perhaps, for Beorn to retreat, enough for the next move to be made. Beorn rose slowly, his breath ragged, glancing back at Lumina with a faint smile of gratitude.

The battle was far from over, but the tide had shifted, and the Primordial Rhino now faced more than mere mortals, it faced destiny's chosen.

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