A terrifying surge of power kept erupting from Feylora’s body. In her hands, two glowing energy arrows suddenly formed—each one pulsing with an overwhelming, deadly force. The two guys facing her froze for a second, clearly rattled by the sight. They’d already talked things out—or so they thought. But Feylora wasn’t done. She was going in for the kill. The two didn’t dare hold back anymore. They unleashed everything they had, channeling their full power into the air, where it condensed into a massive energy sphere. With a grunt, they hurled it straight at her. Feylora let her arrows fly at the same moment. The two forces collided midair. The impact was cataclysmic—like the sky itself cracked open. The shockwave rippled out in every direction, turning the world gray and distorted. Even Ethan, watching from the sidelines, couldn’t withstand the blast. He stumbled back, retreating into a corner, shielding himself as best he could. The energy packed into Feylora’s arrows was beyond anything imaginable. It tore the very fabric of space around them, ripping open a massive rift in the air. The energy sphere the two had conjured was powerful, no doubt—but it wasn’t enough. Not against her. Their attack shattered like glass under the pressure of her assault. The two arrows shot forward, unrelenting. They struck dead center—right through their hearts. Before they could even react, Feylora had already drawn and fired another volley—over a dozen arrows in rapid succession. Each one carried a savage, chaotic energy. The combined force of the barrage was brutal, tearing through their bodies and shredding half of each man into bloody fragments. She didn’t give them a second to breathe. With a flash—like lightning—Feylora was suddenly right in front of them. She grabbed both by the throat, and with a scream of unleashed power, detonated everything she had. The explosion echoed across the sky like a thunderclap. Ethan flinched hard, terrified. He curled up even tighter in his corner, instinctively throwing up a thick energy barrier around himself. Just like that, two early-stage Tier 18 elites were dead—completely obliterated by Feylora. And now... her Tier had surged to mid-stage 18. "Hell yeah! We won!" Ethan shouted, practically bouncing with excitement. From this moment on, he had a top-tier powerhouse under his command—someone who could go toe-to-toe with the strongest in the Umbral Abyss. After finishing off the two enemies, Feylora skipped over to Ethan like an obedient little fox. "Master, I took care of them. The rest of the small fry ran off. Want me to chase them down and finish the job?" Ethan shook his head. "Nah, you’ve done more than enough. There’s still a ton of Primordial Destruction Force left in Eclipsera Isle. See if you can absorb all of it. Once you’re done, we’re heading out to conquer the Umbral Abyss." Feylora nodded sweetly, her eyes sparkling. Then she turned and followed Ethan back toward Eclipsera Isle. Right now, everyone in Emerald Castle had gathered around the remaining pockets of the Primordial Force of Destruction, desperately trying to absorb as much of it as they could—hoping to level up like Feylora had. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 But their bodies weren’t built like hers. At best, they could boost their raw power a little, but leveling up? That was a whole different story. Except... there was one exception. The moment she came into contact with the Primordial Force of Destruction, her body visibly swelled—like her entire form was expanding, evolving. The destructive energy didn’t just flow into her—it fused with her, like it belonged there. It poured into her flesh and blood, merging with her on a fundamental level. By the time Ethan and Feylora returned, the entire army had formed a wide circle around her. Elira sat alone in the center. Behind her, a massive spectral image of a Skytear Demon Moth had taken shape, its wings slowly beating, radiating a terrifying aura. Power surged from her in waves, shaking the ground beneath her. Her racial abilities were clearly undergoing some kind of transformation. "Congratulations, player Valkarion. Your subordinate Elira is evolving into a Abyssal Monarch Moth!" Ethan’s eyes went wide. He had no idea what a Abyssal Monarch Moth even was—but just from the name, he could tell it was something insane. He shoved his way through the crowd, pushing past his soldiers until he reached the front. Elira’s body had grown noticeably—she now looked like a full-grown woman in her twenties, her presence towering and regal. The energy radiating off her was monstrous. And the rest of the Primordial Force of Destruction on the island? She’d absorbed it all. Every last drop. Ethan stood there, stunned, as her power suddenly flared again. Her Tier shot up—first to the peak of Tier 17. Then, before anyone could even react— Tier 18. Early stage. Ethan could barely contain himself. Now he had two top-tier powerhouses under his command—Feylora and Elira. With just the two of them, he could probably steamroll through the Umbral Abyss. Hell, they might even be able to wipe out the Obsidian Dynasty entirely. After all this time regrouping and rebuilding, the Emerald Castle army had reached a new peak. They’d drained nearly all the power from Eclipsera Isle. And more importantly, the Creature Dwellings here were tapped out. At first, they could still summon high-Tier units and elite heroes. But now? The best they could get were Tier 15s or 16s—nowhere near enough to keep up with the scale of battles Ethan was planning. So, after a final round of preparations, Ethan rallied his forces. With the full might of Emerald Castle behind him, he led them out of Eclipsera Isle—marching straight toward the heart of the Umbral Abyss. There were plenty of powerful factions in the Abyss. But Ethan had his sights locked on one target: The Obsidian Dynasty. From the moment they’d entered the Abyss, the Dynasty had been a thorn in their side—sending Tier 17 elites to try and wipe them out. So Ethan had made up his mind. They’d be the first to fall.