The scythe radiated a suffocating killing intent—so intense, it felt like just brushing against it would tear your soul apart. But Elira didn’t flinch. Not even a flicker of fear crossed her face. She simply raised her hand. A surge of raw, violent power exploded from her body, sweeping forward like a tidal wave. The massive energy scythe, which had looked so unstoppable just a moment ago, shattered the instant it touched Elira’s power—like glass against a hammer. In the blink of an eye, Elira’s body shot forward like a bolt of lightning. She appeared right in front of the Bloodborne Dragon Sovereign and clamped her hand around his throat. Then she twisted—hard. The Dragon Sovereign’s eyes went wide with terror. His face twisted with disbelief and fury. He hadn’t expected to be taken out so easily. Not . Ethan finally let out a breath of relief. With the Bloodborne Dragon Sovereign dead, the rest of the enemy forces were no longer a threat. He floated into the air, a long blade forming in his hand. "Full assault. Level this place to the ground." The Emerald Castle army went berserk. One by one, they unleashed everything they had, charging forward with reckless abandon. It didn’t take long before Skyfang Castle was reduced to nothing but rubble. Ethan strolled into the ruined great hall of Skyfang Castle like he owned the place. He sat down on the throne. The most update n0vels are published on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 The moment he did, a terrifying Bloodlust Aura surged from all around, pouring into his body. His breathing hitched. His power spiked—wild and unstable. Even his level ticked up slightly. He jumped up from the throne and started feeling around. After a few moments of searching, he found a hidden compartment. He popped it open—and there it was. A crystal-clear orb, glowing faintly, nestled inside. The energy radiating from it was the purest form of Primordial Force in this world—far more refined than what he and Feylora had absorbed earlier. Ethan’s eyes lit up. He grabbed the orb without hesitation. But the moment it touched his skin, it melted—turning into liquid and flowing straight into his body. "Congratulations, player Valkarion. You’ve discovered and absorbed this world’s Primordial Force. Reward: one Creature Dwelling. Creatures summoned from this dwelling will possess an exceptionally pure Bloodlust power. However, the dwelling must be claimed through your own efforts." "Holy shit! A Creature Dwelling?!" The system notifications kept rolling in, and Ethan was practically buzzing with excitement. He hadn’t expected a bonus this huge. Without wasting a second, he followed the system’s coordinates, grabbing Elira and Ataneya and taking off. The Emerald Castle army had just come out of a brutal battle and was still recovering. They didn’t have the strength for another war right away, so Ethan only brought the two of them. Elira and Ataneya had just absorbed the world’s Primordial Force too, and the energy radiating from them was off the charts—wild and overwhelming. With the two of them, claiming the Creature Dwelling would be a breeze. Besides, it was a system reward. Even if he had to fight for it, it wouldn’t be anything he couldn’t handle. The three of them raced across the land, following the system’s guidance. The wind at dusk carried the scent of scorched earth and metal. Then, rising from the horizon like a forgotten god, an ancient temple swallowed by vines and dust came into view. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than a crumbling ruin, long forgotten by time. But in the cracks between the stone steps and the archway above the door, faint runes pulsed like a heartbeat—whispering the echoes of some ancient pact. "They really built the Creature Dwelling in a place ?" Ataneya muttered under her breath. "The more wrecked it looks, the more valuable it probably is inside," Ethan replied with a half-smile, though his guard never dropped. They stepped over the threshold. Instantly, the runes on the floor flared to life. Cold light rippled outward like water, and a surge of wild, ravenous energy poured down from the walls and ceiling, flowing along Ethan’s meridians straight into his core. A system notification popped up: Summoning—Hero Units detected. Around Ethan, familiar silhouettes began to take shape—ghostly outlines of warriors from another time: a knight clad in mithril-scale armor, an archer wreathed in bloodfire, a battle-priest bearing a tattered standard on his back... They looked like they’d just walked off an ancient battlefield—or maybe been pulled straight from Ethan’s memories and forged into reality by the temple itself. But before the summoning could fully complete, a deep tremor shook the temple’s foundations. From the far end of the hall, a massive stone statue began to stir. Chunks of rubble fell away in layers, and in the hollow sockets of its face, two dark red lights flickered to life—like magma boiling beneath the earth’s crust. A figure stepped out from the statue’s chest cavity, each footfall perfectly synchronized with the pulsing runes on the floor. This wasn’t just some random guardian—it was bound to the temple, to the leyline itself. A living extension of the land’s will. "Mortal..." The voice echoed through the chamber, resonating from the stone walls to the blood in their veins. "You dare trespass here?" The aura radiating from the figure wasn’t just murderous—it was saturated with the purest form of Primordial Force, and it resonated with the leyline, drawing endless power from the earth itself. "Morghast," Ethan said, reading the name as it appeared in his system interface. As he spoke, the Scepter of the Fey Sovereign materialized in his hand in a burst of light. In his other hand, his longblade angled toward the ground, his energy locked down and steady. Elira and Ataneya moved in a blur, splitting off into twin streaks of light that flanked the guardian from both sides. The temple erupted in a thunderous roar. Stone shards rained down like hail. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ceiling. Then Ethan noticed something strange—his summoned heroes were starting to fade. Their armor and cloaks shimmered like they were being washed away by invisible currents, their forms growing translucent. "He’s hijacking the energy field!" Ataneya shouted. "This temple prioritizes the guardian. External summons get suppressed," Elira said coldly, eyes narrowing. Ethan didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward into the heart of the summoning circle, right into the core of the temple’s main rune array. He unleashed his full Bloodlust Aura, forcing it into the temple’s energy grid, locking horns with the guardian’s control. The runes on the heroes’ bodies flared back to life. The transparency vanished, replaced by solid metal gleam and vivid cloak colors. They were back—fully anchored in reality. Summoning Completion—72%... 81%... 100%. "Now," Ethan said, raising his blade. His voice was calm, but there was no room for argument. "—Take him down." The knight units formed ranks and charged. The archer blinked between broken pillars, loosing arrows wreathed in bloodfire. The battle-priest raised his crimson banner, casting buffs across the field. Morghast raised a hand, and the leyline’s patterns tore open the ground like jagged bone spikes, trying to split the formation in two. Elira folded space with her wings, slicing through the gaps like a blade through silk. Ataneya hurled a compressed energy core beneath Morghast’s feet—an instant later, it detonated in a blinding flash, swallowing half the altar in white-hot light. After a brutal, high-speed exchange, Morghast finally realized what had happened—Ethan had seized control of the battlefield’s "mainframe." Which meant the temple’s energy was no longer his alone. For the first time, doubt flickered in Morghast’s eyes. That unshakable confidence, born from his bond with the leyline, began to crack. "H-How... how is this possible..." He stared at Ethan, the cold fury in his gaze giving way to something else—panic. Ethan didn’t answer. He simply let the Scepter of the Fey Sovereign float beside him, forming a closed circuit with his blade. "Welcome to my summoning ground." In the next instant, a dozen hero units surged forward in unison—an unstoppable wave of steel and fury crashing down. What had started as a duel had now become a hunt. And Morghast, for the first time, looked truly afraid.