Sword clashed.
Clink.
Pratik's magic sword collided with Uson's.
Pratik sat atop a war elephant while battling Uson in his leopard form.
The elephant could shrink to a smaller size or grow larger according to Pratik's will.
The two synchronized surprisingly well.
One by one, more war elephants began choosing Pratik's side.
Every living Three-Tusk War Elephant had accepted him as their ruler.
It was no longer a duel.
It was 1 vs 50.
Uson alone stood against Pratik and forty-nine war elephants.
Yet...
The battle was slowly favoring Pratik.
After accepting him as their ruler, every Three-Tusk War Elephant had grown tremendously stronger.
Each one now possessed power comparable to a powerful Gana.
[Uson]: The battle seems to be favoring you.
[Pratik]: I will win.
[Uson]: What do you plan to do after you win?
[Pratik]: Of course, I'll help everyone else first... then I'll leave.
Uson gracefully dodged another wave of attacks before landing in the middle of the grasslands.
His claws slowly sharpened.
[Uson]: Let me rephrase that.
He looked directly into Pratik's eyes.
[Uson]: What will you do with the Three Tusks? Will you leave them on this planet to grow weak... or will you take them along with you?
Pratik remained silent.
He genuinely didn't have an answer.
After a long pause, he finally spoke with determined eyes.
[Pratik]: I'll let them decide for themselves.
He smiled.
[Pratik]: After all... their lives belong to them.
A faint smile appeared on Uson's face.
Only for a moment.
[Uson]: What if they decide to stay with you?
He answered without hesitation.
[Pratik]: I'll simply accept them.
[Uson]: Why are you telling me that?
Uson asked with the same serious expression.
[Pratik]: Come on! You were the one who asked!
Pratik replied with a goofy annoyed face.
Every Three-Tusk War Elephant beside him copied the exact same annoyed expression.
...
Silence.
[Uson]: I see.
He turned around.
[Uson]: In that case... I'm leaving.
Pratik blinked.
[Pratik]: You don't want to fight anymore?
He stretched lazily.
[Uson]: My orders were only to keep the army occupied until Foi completed that stunt.
He yawned.
[Uson]: My job is done.
Without another word, Uson flew away from the battlefield.
Pratik scratched his head.
[Pratik]: That was a weird guy.
He said with a goofy face.
The war elephants nodded in agreement.
...
Uson silently flew back toward his homeland.
He slowly pulled out an old photograph.
It showed a younger Uson standing beside his childhood Three-Tusk companion.
A small smile escaped him.
[Uson]: I wish my old friend could've seen this.
The cannons continued roaring across the battlefield.
Boom!
The ground erupted.
Bunker after bunker exploded.
Lila and Kel tore through the hidden cannon positions.
The Ganas followed behind them, eliminating every remaining operator.
How had the bunkers been exposed?
They had been there all along...
Hidden beneath the illusion of a magician.
Kuon.
The Elite Guard.
Along with Zesta.
Kuon excelled in illusion magic.
While he dismantled the enemy's large-scale illusion, Zesta protected him, knowing he would be vulnerable during the process.
The instant the illusion collapsed—
Every hidden bunker was revealed.
Kel memorized every location from atop the Northern Wall before joining Lila, who had already healed the injured Ganas.
Together, they launched a full-scale assault on every bunker.
...
Meanwhile—
Pratik and the Three-Tusk War Elephants began walking through the sky itself.
Their destination...
Garar Foi.
Where Mala, Grimori, and Ganaraj were desperately fighting.
The gigantic demon finally moved.
Enough souls had been gathered.
The demon child screamed.
The battlefield itself answered.
Shockwaves exploded in every direction.
Entire stretches of land crumbled.
Several Ganas permanently lost their hearing from the sheer force.
Foi embedded himself within the demon's body.
Slowly...
The giant child's face twisted.
It became Foi's face.
Trees withered instantly.
The earth split apart.
Even Ruin Society's walls could no longer endure.
The Northern Wall collapsed completely.
[Grimori]: Mala! Can you perform a Double Range Shiftling?
[Mala]: Let's find out!
Grimori glanced toward the approaching Pratik.
[Grimori]: The moment I give the signal...
He pointed at the demon.
[Grimori]: Unleash your strongest attack.
The Three-Tusk War Elephants dispersed through the sky according to Pratik's command.
Grimori gently patted Ganaraj's blue cloud.
[Grimori]: Once we activate our technique...
He smiled.
[Grimori]: Please take care of our bodies.
Ganaraj nodded.
[Grimori]: Range Shiftling, Conditional Form.
Their bodies instantly collapsed.
Souls intertwined.
Two souls...
One vessel.
A temporary body was born.
A tall male figure with long hair.
His clothes extended seamlessly from his neck like flowing armor.
His name—
KARK.
The demon Foi immediately swung a gigantic sword toward Kark.
An attack even Pratik couldn't have survived.
However—
The sword shattered upon impact.
Kark disappeared.
Then appeared beside the demon's face.
One punch.
Boom!!
Foi staggered.
The residual impact ripped the skies apart even further.
Within a fraction of a second—
Kark obliterated several sections of the demon's body.
Each regenerated almost immediately.
Meanwhile...
Pratik quietly gathered power.
His strongest attack.
The very technique he had unleashed against Crocus inside the Dragon Empire.
Ganaraj, having recovered much of his strength, patiently waited beside him.
The signal.
Then—
Foi unleashed his greatest technique.
Godly Slash.
Kark barely dodged.
Everyone else escaped as well.
Even so...
The slightest contact carved a massive wound across Kark's chest.
The slash itself continued onward.
It split the entire continent into two.
For a brief moment—
Even the ocean parted.
The abandoned battleships from the Eastern Sea sank into the newly formed chasm.
His roar echoed across the battlefield.
Foi had already used his greatest attack.
He couldn't unleash another immediately.
This...
Was the opening.
Kark concentrated an overwhelming amount of Dark Energy around his fist.
Ganaraj did the same.
So did Pratik.
Pratik activated Range Shiftling—
Hyper Mass.
Every incoming strike became vastly heavier.
Then—
Pressure.
The area of impact compressed dramatically, preventing unnecessary destruction.
Finally—
He layered Plasma Breath over his Dark Energy-coated fist.
The very technique copied from Crocus.
Kark activated his own enhancement as well.
Boosting everyone's attacks simultaneously.
Their fists landed together.
Silence.
Then—
Foi's body began turning to dust.
Even the residual impact that escaped their precautions was redirected by Ganaraj...
Straight toward the moon.
Ten seconds later—
Everything settled.
Half the moon had disappeared.
Garar Foi...
Was erased.
The recoil spared Pratik and the others.
After all—
It had been their own techniques colliding against a shared target.
But Kark smiled.
His time limit had ended.
His body quietly crumbled into dust.
Ganaraj remained the only one without injuries.
His blue cloud gently descended.
He carefully carried Mala and Grimori's unconscious bodies back to the ground.
Above them—
Pratik began falling.
Unconscious.
Several bones were likely broken.
Before he could hit the ground—
His original Three-Tusk War Elephant soared upward.
It caught him gently upon its back.
Far above...
The remaining Three-Tusk War Elephants worked together.
They began repairing the torn sky itself.
The Ganas were safe.
The battlefield had fallen silent.
The Northern Gate War...
Had officially come to an end.
To be continued...
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EXTRAS:-
HUNTER MARSHAL ON QUEST 1
An entire city lay in ruins.
The planet was unknown.
Silence filled the atmosphere.
Thousands had died.
The few survivors looked toward the sky with eyes filled with hope.
There...
Hunter Marshal Griho stood in the skies , silently observing the destruction with calculating eyes.
Those responsible for this massacre...
Would soon have to face the Hunter Marshal himself.