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The battlefield shifted.
The lesser ghouls suddenly stopped their relentless assault.
Every screech.
Every twisted movement.
Every mindless charge...
Ceased.
Klexis narrowed his eyes.
"...What the heck?"
Then they moved.
Instead of attacking, hundreds of low-tier ghouls abandoned their individual forms and hurled themselves toward a single point. Flesh of corruption folded into flesh. Shadows compressed into shadows. Limbs intertwined. Distorted faces vanished beneath layers of black-red mass.
The air screamed.
The growing sphere pulsed unnaturally, countless spikes erupting from its surface—not merely in physical space, but through fractured dimensions. Some pierced reality itself, appearing for only fractions of a second before vanishing again, as though the creature couldn't decide which universe it belonged to.
The pressure alone forced everyone back.
Tarren's eyes widened.
"N-No way..."
His breathing became uneven.
"No... please don't..."
His panic spiraled beyond control.
Yet that very fear ignited his Avia.
Orange and black currents erupted around him like a raging storm, climbing higher and higher until his aura towered over the battlefield itself.
Noan glanced toward the monstrous core.
"...I think the ghouls have had enough of us."
Nearby, Zekar clicked his tongue.
"Oh, come on..."
His fingers twitched as glowing temporal threads wrapped around his arms.
"I can't focus on two places at once with my current Compression Level."
Ahead of him, dozens of portals continued swallowing ghouls into Airious.
Behind him...
The fusion.
He sighed.
"...Change of priorities."
The blue threads snapped outward.
Rather than targeting the creature itself...
He targeted time.
His stitches pierced individual moments from several seconds earlier—before the low-tier ghouls had ever begun merging.
"Chrono Stitch..."
The battlefield shimmered.
"...Reverse."
Reality unraveled.
The massive sphere glitched violently.
Its countless spikes folded inward.
Bodies separated.
One ghoul.
Then another.
Then hundreds.
Like someone rewinding existence itself.
Within seconds...
The impossible fusion had never happened.
Anima stared with sparkling eyes.
"...Whoa."
Miro burst into laughter.
"Remind me never to argue with him."
Even Klexis blinked.
Temporal manipulation never became less absurd.
Noan immediately capitalized.
"Now, Tarren!"
Tarren inhaled sharply.
Still biting his fingers.
"On it!"
He launched skyward.
His panic aura exploded around him, violent orange intertwined with streaks of black lightning.
Unlike courage...
Panic acknowledged danger before anyone else.
Every imagined catastrophe.
Every possible disaster.
Every "what if."
His Affinity weaponized all of it.
His aura intensified.
Compression deepened.
"Avian Compression..."
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"...Level Two."
The sky shook.
"AVIAN BURST!"
He drove his fist downward.
Impact.
Silence.
Then—
BOOM.
An orange-black shockwave erupted from the point of contact.
The ground fractured for hundreds of meters.
Portals shattered one after another.
The recently separated ghouls disintegrated before they could even comprehend what had happened.
Ash drifted across the wind.
The battlefield...
Was empty.
Tarren remained kneeling inside the crater.
Breathing.
Heavy.
Uneven.
"...I..."
He swallowed.
"...I did it."
He slowly stood.
As relief washed over him...
His towering aura faded.
The panic had passed.
Its power left with it.
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"No worries."
A nervous chuckle escaped him.
"...I'm fine. Hehe."
Klexis rested his hammer over one shoulder.
"Looks like all that's left..."
He surveyed the recovering students scattered across the ruined courtyard.
"...is freeing the rest of the possessed Airiens."
Noan folded his arms.
"Willing Airiens."
Klexis paused.
Then rolled his eyes.
"...Right."
A faint smile crossed his face.
"That."
Because they had learned something today.
No power—
Not Avia.
Not Omega Devia.
Not even Corruption—
Could overwrite a choice someone refused to surrender.
---
Thetra City
Far above the chaos, within Airious' command district, the Champions assembled.
At the center of the chamber floated a colossal golden projection.
Not merely a map.
A living surveillance construct.
Every city.
Every district.
Every battlefield.
Every fluctuation in Avian energy.
All of Airious existed as a radiant hollow hologram suspended in the air.
Its architect stood silently before it.
Aminator.
Master of Infinite Awareness.
Golden streams flowed from his fingertips into the projection as his consciousness expanded across the entire realm.
His calm voice broke the silence.
"The ghouls are spreading..."
Golden markers multiplied across the map.
"...here."
Another appeared.
"...here."
Another.
"...and nearly everywhere."
He adjusted the projection with a wave.
"The Airien Knights continue holding each front."
Another section enlarged.
"Kainen and Aprexion remain engaged against the danger-level entities."
Victoria folded her arms, flames dancing gently around her shoulders.
"Hmph."
Her eyes never left the hologram.
"This isn't simply an invasion."
She narrowed them.
"They want us occupied."
Silence answered her.
"They're forcing us into a war..."
"...before the real war even begins."
Her expression hardened.
"What exactly are they planning?"
Jake Shwazz casually spun one of his gleaming space revolvers around his finger.
His trademark grin never faded.
"Whatever it is..."
The chamber briefly warped around the barrel.
"...my good ol' holy gun's gonna introduce itself."
He holstered it with a flourish.
"They won't even know what hit 'em."
Kate laughed, her fox tail swishing playfully behind her.
"Now that's the kind of confidence I like."
Floating several meters above the floor, Elitor observed the projection thoughtfully.
"The students have exceeded expectations."
He pointed toward multiple restored signatures on the map.
"They didn't simply destroy portals."
Another gesture.
"They didn't merely eliminate ghouls."
A pause.
"They actually reversed possession."
His usually composed expression softened.
"...That's impressive."
Jake chuckled proudly.
"Of course it is."
He crossed his arms.
"This next generation..."
A grin spread across his face.
"...they're absolutely killing it."
Aminator finally closed his hand.
The holographic map stabilized.
Every Champion turned toward him.
His voice remained steady.
Measured.
Certain.
"We prepare."
A brief pause.
"We anticipate."
Another.
"No wasted motion."
Silence filled the chamber.
Outside...
Airious continued to burn.
And somewhere beyond every battlefield...
The true architects of the invasion were still waiting.
Watching.
Smiling.
The opening move of the war had only just been played.
Within the Free Abyss..
The Chaos ghouls smiled, they're patient, let them get distracted, let them plan however they want, they've already taken enough Airiens and are about to use their souls against them...
The real war is impending