[The Coil's End — Jörmungandr's Fall]
The binary storm of lightning finally ceased. The air, thick with the smell of ozone and burnt shadow-flesh, went silent as the planet-sized silhouette of Jörmungandr began to crumble. It didn't leave a corpse; its massive body shattered into billions of obsidian shards that dissolved into the air like dark snow.
Techyon landed softly on the scorched seabed, his white-blue aura fading as he reverted to his base form. He wiped a streak of dust from his face, his breathing steady despite the scale of the feat.
"Okay," Techyon said, looking toward the center of the battlefield. "This is over. Now we have to help the others."
Captain Carod deactivated his inferno volt Form, his mechanical joints hissing as they cooled down. "Agreed. The Leviathan's pressure is spiking. We move now."
[The Moon-Eater's Regret — Bakunawa vs. The Trio]
Across the canyon, the Bakunawa let out a triumphant, guttural roar. Its jaws snapped shut, having finally swallowed the flaming nuisance that was Ruta.
"It's over," the beast hissed, its eyes glowing with malice. "The sun-maker is extinguished. Now for the woman—"
The beast's sentence was cut short by a sound like a dimension tearing. From behind its massive neck, a pillar-sized, Yellow Spirit Blade erupted, piercing through its scales like paper.
"[FINISHER BLADE]!" Yoru shouted, her feet planted firmly on a jagged rock as she channeled her electro-spirit fusion.
Inside the beast's dark, acidic stomach, Ruta was already charging his magma core. What should I do? he thought, clenching his fists. I'll burn my way out from—
Suddenly, the space around Ruta began to ripple and warp. Before he could ignite his explosion, the darkness of the stomach was replaced by the open air of the battlefield.
Ruta stumbled, blinking at the sudden light. "What... what just happened?"
"I pulled you out," Lapis said calmly, his Honoured Eyes still spinning as he maintained the spatial rift. "I couldn't have you exploding while Yoru was trying to do her work. It's messy."
Yoru didn't waste the opening. With a roar of effort, she dragged the massive Finisher Blade downward, cutting the Bakunawa vertically from head to tail. As the beast screamed, Yoru deactivated the massive pillar and leaped onto its back.
In a blur of motion, smaller, razor-sharp Split Blades erupted directly from her palms. She became a whirlwind of spirit energy, cutting Bakunawa into pieces as if she were preparing vegetables for a feast. The "Moon-Eater" was being reduced to nothing but scrap-meat in seconds.
The air of the Second Floor was no longer breathable; it was a pressurized mixture of ionized mana, volcanic ash, and the copper tang of mythic blood. The silence that followed the fall of the Bakunawa lasted only a heartbeat before the final two fronts of the "Mythic Massacre" came to their violent conclusions.
[The Emerald Reaper — Scylla's End]
The multi-headed Scylla was no longer a regal terror of the deep. Under the relentless barrage of Saina's Million Laser Beams, its regeneration had hit a hard ceiling. The heads were charred stumps, and its central core was exposed—a pulsing, blackened heart of Void energy.
"Final output... focus!" Saina commanded. Her drones synchronized, converging their beams into a single, lance-like pillar of violet light that pierced the beast's core.
As the beast dissolved into shadow-mist, Saina didn't linger. Her glasses flashed with data as she looked toward the colossal silhouette of the Leviathan in the distance. "Nefa, it's over here. I am flying towards that Leviathan—you catch up when you can."
Nefa flicked the black ichor off her daggers, her eyes narrowing with an arrogant glint. "Don't order me around, girl. I am a Z-Elite. I was killing monsters while you were still learning to channel mana."
"I'm not ordering, I'm stating a fact," Saina retorted, her thrusters igniting with a hum. "I can fly. I am faster than you."
"Oh, really?" Nefa's lips curled into a predatory smirk.
Before Saina could even lift off, the ground beneath Nefa's boots shattered. The Z-Elite became a blur of emerald light, moving with such velocity that she bypassed the sonic barrier instantly. She didn't just run; she flickered across the seabed like a glitch in reality, vanishing toward the center of the battlefield before Saina's sensors could even lock onto her position.
[The Tectonic Grave — Cetus's Fall]
Simultaneously, the struggle against the armored Cetus reached its brutal climax. The Geo Dragon had pinned the beast against a jagged ridge of obsidian. Gaia stood with her arms outstretched, her fingers curled as if she were crushing the air itself.
"[TECTONIC PIERCE]!"
The earth didn't just rise; it sharpened. A massive spike of reinforced crystal and bedrock erupted from the ground directly beneath Cetus, driven by the weight of the entire floor's gravity. The spike tore through the beast's legendary armor as if it were parchment, creating a massive, gaping hole that went straight through its chest and out its back.
Cetus let out a final, hollow groan before its light faded, its massive body becoming an extension of the rock it had tried to conquer.
"It's over," Gaia whispered, her face pale from the exhaustion of maintaining a construct of that size. She didn't pause to rest. She whistled, and the Geo Dragon lowered its massive, rocky head.
"Fraxy, get on!" Gaia shouted to the healer. "We have to go fight that Leviathan. Neweland is down, and Cynthia can't hold that thing alone forever!"
Fraxy leaped onto the dragon's back, her green healing aura already pulsing to recharge Gaia's mana. "Yeah! If we lose Cynthia, this whole floor becomes our tomb!"
The Geo Dragon roared, its stone wings beating against the heavy air as it began a thundering charge toward the final boss. The Galactic Elite were converging; the seven myths were dead, and now, the King of the Sea of Echoes was about to face the combined fury of the survivors.
[The Abyss Center – The Leviathan's Final Stand]
The Void Leviathan roared, a sound that vibrated the very atoms of the dry seabed, but Cynthia was no longer listening. She moved like a flicker of solar radiation, appearing directly in front of the beast's massive, armored snout.
BOOM!
She landed a devastating, bone-shattering punch that sent a shockwave rippling through the Leviathan's mile-long body. The impact didn't just crack its scales; it sent the titan reeling backward into the spires of the Sunken Temple.
"Is that all you have?" Cynthia asked, her voice calm but carrying the weight of a collapsing sun. Her white-hot plasma hair whipped around her face like solar flares.
"Shut up!" the Leviathan hissed, its voice thick with black ichor. It tried to lash out with its shadow-tendrils, but Cynthia was already moving.
She landed gracefully on the scorched ground, her feet melting the rock into glass. She swept her arm across the horizon in a wide, commanding arc. "[NOVA TORNADO]!"
A gargantuan cyclone of white fire erupted from the earth, swirling upward to the ceiling of the Second Floor. The heat was so absolute that the Leviathan's obsidian hide began to liquefy, melting off its bones like wax. The beast screamed, a sound of pure agony that echoed through the entire dungeon.
As the tornado finally dissipated, the Leviathan lay slumped, a charred and steaming mass of ruin. But as the "Sea of Echoes" lived up to its name, the shadows began to crawl back. The beast's flesh began to knit together in a grotesque, rapid regeneration. It forced its massive head up, ready to counter-attack, but as it looked into the sky, its red eyes widened in terror.
Cynthia was hovering a hundred meters above, silhouetted against the dark ceiling. In her hand, she gripped a Burning Spear forged from the core of her own mana—a weapon that pulsed with the light of a thousand suns.
"[SUPERNOVA BURST]!"
She hurled the spear with the force of a cosmic event. The moment the tip of the spear touched the Leviathan's chest, the world went white. A massive explosion, ten times larger than anything before it, turned the center of the battlefield into a miniature sun.
The light was so blinding that it illuminated every dark corner of the dungeon, from the First Floor to the deepest trenches.
Across the battlefield, the survivors felt the thermal shockwave. Techyon shielded his eyes from the glare, his heart racing as he pushed his speed even further.
Just keep it up, sister, Techyon thought, his white-blue aura flaring in response to her heat. I am coming. We're all coming.
The King of the Sea was burning, but as the light faded, the Sunken Temple's gates began to swing open, revealing a darkness that even Cynthia's fire couldn't touch.