章節 28: A new enemy from unknown universe

The reverberations of Silas's Zenith Pyroclasm lingered in the air, a resonant testament to the unleashed cataclysm. As the dissipating smoke unveiled the aftermath, the murmurs of the awestruck spectators gave way to a palpable tension. Amidst the smoldering ruins, Team Aether's Vanguard stood resolute, their spirits unbroken by the fiery onslaught.

Kairos, with eyes aglow like embers, anchored his team with unwavering resolve. "Brace yourselves," he intoned, his voice slicing through the sweltering air. "In this crucible, we shall sculpt our destiny."

Thorne, alongside his feral allies, growled in accord, their silhouettes flickering in the heat mirage. Elara, with an elegant flourish, summoned a ballet of luminescence and umbrage, poised to defy the blaze. Galen, encircled by enigmatic runes, became the eye of a tempest of eldritch force, pulsating with untold power.

Silas, now an entity of legend, a pyromancer crowned in conflagration, advanced. His proclamation thundered through the coliseum, "Behold the zenith of my might!"

With a roar of "Inferno infusion!" the earth fissured, spewing forth a cauldron of magma. The air wavered with the ferocity of his ardor, eliciting gasps as fiery crests surged outward.

Unleashing "Flame Vortex!" Silas conjured a maelstrom of cinders that spiraled towards Team Aether's Vanguard, a tempest set to obliterate all in its wake.

Kairos's gaze ignited. "Strike now!" he commanded. Elara's incantations coalesced into an aegis of frost, clashing with the inferno, the resultant steam sizzling skyward. Thorne's companions, now mere silhouettes against the incandescent tableau, surged forth. Galen's runes detonated in a luminous cascade, weaving a dampening charm that subdued the flames.

"Nyx! Drake!"

Silas was wondering where his other team. But he can't find nyx and drake to help him.

Thorne:"They're out did you not hear the announcement? they...are...out!"

The collision was monumental, the symphony of fire, ice, and arcane might resounding like the cosmic clash of astral titans. The assembly rose, their exultations and clamor intermingling with the tumult of the fray.

"Blizzard Bind!" Elara's incantation echoed, and a frigid gale petrified the fiery tendrils, crystalline icicles materializing midair.

"Earth's Grasp!" Galen intoned, and the very terrain heaved upward, earthen digits striving to smother the flames and ensnare Silas.

Yet Silas, undaunted, scoffed at their efforts. "Contain me? Fools!" he jeered, his aura intensifying. "I am the embodiment of the inferno!"

Straining against his bonds, he erupted in a spectacle of unbridled power. "Behold the Crown of Flames!" he bellowed.

The coliseum trembled as Silas hurled a volley of blazing orbs, each a mimicry of the sun's wrath, scorching the air and vitrifying the sands. Kairos and his cohort danced with fate, each maneuver a delicate pas de deux with oblivion.

Elara, her spirit indomitable, locked eyes with Silas. "Fire and ice, two facets of nature's coin. Let us see which will triumph," she challenged, her enchantments bracing for the fiery onslaught.

The arena transformed into an epicenter of elemental fury, the dueling forces of fire and ice colliding with a might that quaked the foundations. At the heart of the maelstrom, Silas and Elara, their magics locked in an escalating arms race.

"Frost Nova!" Elara unleashed, her spell cascading forth as a deluge of arctic wrath surging towards Silas.

"Phoenix Rebirth!" Silas retorted, his flames resurrecting with a fervor that defied extinction.

Their powers met in a cataclysmic convergence, the arena bathed in a blinding effulgence. When the luminance faded, both Silas and Elara knelt, their energies nearly depleted. Yet, from the embers of her will, Elara mustered a final gambit.

"Ice Comet!" she cried, summoning a celestial shard of winter's heart, plummeting from the heavens towards Silas.

Silas:"So you can use different element elara!"

Silas, rallying the remnants of his strength, conjured a bulwark of flame. "I shall not yield!" , but the Ice Comet fractured his defenses, casting him asunder.

As the combatants readied their ultimate reprisals, a murmur rippled through the throng.

"Hey what is that crack on the sky?" cried a voice from the stands, as all eyes turned skyward.

Everyone is panicking the whole arena was stop and become silent for a moment and suddenly a strong magic pressure

A fissure in the firmament shimmered with an eldritch glow, the earth convulsing with such ferocity that the uninitiated among the spectators succumbed to the arcane maelstrom.

Amidst the pandemonium, the five captains, alongside Professor Elwen and his deputy, stood steadfast, their visages etched with resolve.

Everyone is unconscious but the five captains and Team Aether's Vanguard,Team Arcane Echoes,Team Eternal Guardians. alongside Professor Elwen and his deputy, stood steadfast, their visages etched with resolve.

His gaze piercing the heavens, declared, "This portent bodes ill beyond the tourney's scope."

Professor Elwen, his staff radiating a safeguarding luminescence, proclaimed, "Steady yourselves! This anomaly demands our scrutiny. Captains, to arms!"

The celestial breach yawned wider, a deluge of otherworldly mana distorting the very fabric of reality. Dark tendrils snaked through the rift, the air around them quivering with malevolence.

Elara, rallying from her ordeal, turned to Silas. "This threat surpasses our quarrel," she implored, urgency lacing her words.

Silas, rising from defeat, offered a hand. "A truce, then?" he proposed.

"A truce," Elara affirmed, their clasped hands a symbol of unity against the unknown.

As the colossal claw tore through the sky, a hush fell over the arena. The very air crackled with anticipation and dread. The Astracarnum's arrival was not just an omen; it was the harbinger of a cosmic upheaval that could unravel the threads of existence itself.

Elara, her gaze fixed on the looming threat, nodded to Silas. "Our battle pales in comparison to what approaches. We must unite, or all will be lost."

Professor Elowen's voice boomed across the arena, imbued with a gravity that matched the moment. "Captains, to me! This is the crucible from which legends are forged or forgotten!"

Kairos, his heart racing, turned to the Captain of the 4th Division. "The Astracarnum… here? Now?"

The Captain's eyes were steely as he replied, "Yes, and they bring with them the echoes of a war that once sundered stars."

Lysander, his voice a low growl, added, "They are the remnants of Universe 8, a realm where chaos reigns and mercy is a forgotten concept."

Kairos, grappling with the revelation, turned to Zabimitsu. "You know of them?"

Zabimitsu's blade hummed with a somber tone. "I do. They are the nemesis of all creation, a legion whose might has extinguished the light of entire worlds."

Kairos, his confusion mounting, asked, "But how many universes exist?"

Riven, with a smirk, chimed in, "Eleven now, but once there were twelve. The twelfth was erased, a casualty of the Astracarnum's insatiable hunger for dominion."

The Captain of the 3rd Division interjected, "In our universe, the servants are gone, fallen in a war that left scars upon the cosmos. Only two remain, their fates shrouded in mystery."

Suddenly the crack on the sky become bigger and bigger and more and more unknown creature's are coming out from the crack.

The colossal claw suddenly burst it inside making more bigger hole for entrance and the unknown man a highest ranking from universe 8 comes out. Also the five captain of him.

To be continued . . .