The desolate, dry expanse of the plane stretched endlessly before Jeremy and Noctis, a vast desert devoid of life, essence, or warmth. The landscape seemed to offer nothing but silence and a sense of foreboding emptiness. It was a place of dead air, a land that seemed long forgotten.
"Jeremy, I think we invaded this plane too soon," Noctis muttered, his voice low and cautious as his eyes scanned the horizon. "If beings like Salma are the weakest here, we’re in deep trouble."Jeremy, always composed, shot him a sideways glance. "It’s too late to retreat," he said firmly. "And I made this easier for you by assigning you to a separate group. You didn’t need to confront anyone. The heavy lifting was reserved for me, but instead, you decided to follow."Noctis shrugged, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "It’s like I’m stronger when I follow your path," he admitted. "After all, I reached the realm of the gods thanks to you."Jeremy waved off the compRipples of power tore through the frozen air as Jeremy clashed once more with the Ice God. Each of their strikes sent shockwaves across the ground, cracking the thick sheets of ice underfoot. Sparks flew where their weapons met, igniting tiny flashes that glowed against the eerie, wintry landscape. The Ice God wielded his staff with a steady, almost leisurely rhythm, his face revealing no trace of strain. Jeremy, however, was gritting his teeth, each swing costing him more energy than the last.From a distance, Noctis watched with a mix of admiration and dread. The Ice God’s terrifying aura settled over the scene like a dense fog, suffocating in its intensity. Even the guards—inhuman creatures sculpted from pure ice—stood motionless, their chilling blue eyes locked on the fierce contest. To them, it was almost ceremonial, a brutal performance of power.Jeremy gripped his katana harder, feeling his muscles straining as the battle pressed on. He could sense
The man in white chuckled softly, a sound that seemed almost out of place, light yet tinged with an unspoken menace. "Ah, the spirit of a true warrior. Colwill would be proud," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet every word struck Jeremy like a blade, cutting deep into the doubts he’d been holding back.Without another word, the man in white raised his hand, a faint glow igniting in his palm. The air grew heavy, thick with a tension that sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine. He felt a sudden surge of energy, not his own, pressing down on him like an invisible hand, threatening to crush him where he stood."Very well, then," he murmured, a faint trace of respect in his voice. "Let’s see how far the son of Colwill has come."As the man in white gave a slight nod, a faint gleam of anticipation flashed in his gaze. He looked to the Ice God and uttered calmly, "Resume the battle."The Ice God responded instantly, moving with an otherworldly speed that belied his size. He bore down
Jeremy’s mind buzzed with frustration and disbelief as he knelt in the aftermath of the battle, the remnants of the clash still crackling in the air around him. The cold seeped into his bones, numbing both his body and pride. “Damn,” he muttered inwardly, his teeth gritting against the sting of defeat that bit deeper than he’d ever thought possible. “I’m even weaker than I thought.”But just as the bitterness started to settle in, a flicker of defiance rose to the surface, as fierce as it was reckless. A grin, sharp and dangerous, crept onto his face. He wasn’t broken—not yet. “Yes,” he sneered, raising his head to meet the being's cold gaze with newfound boldness. “I see exactly how far my efforts have brought me. Just a little more work, and I’ll be strong enough to rip down this entire void if I want.”The Ice God, Frost, narrowed his eyes, a look of disapproval tinged with a hint of disdain. “Arrogant as ever,” he muttered, his voice like shards of ice slicing through the air. B
Noctis’s voice rang out, sharp and accusing as he took a step forward, eyes blazing with defiance. “What have you done to him?” he demanded, his fists clenched. Shadows curled around him, coiling into an aura of deep, pulsing purple—a shade even darker and more volatile than the light Mundan had summoned.Mundan’s gaze shifted to Noctis, his expression as unreadable as ever. But before the tension could boil over, Jeremy raised a hand, his voice calm, almost serene. “Noctis. Relax. I’m fine.”Noctis faltered, his anger simmering down into confusion. “But… your eyes… your whole look…” He gestured vaguely, struggling to understand the emptiness that had replaced Jeremy’s once-fiery resolve.Jeremy’s lips quirked into a small, enigmatic smile. “That? I just encountered true power.” He straightened, his voice steady and resolute. “Now, let’s join them.”Noctis’s eyes narrowed in wary disbelief. “Huh?' He paused, clearly reluctant, before nodding. “Fine. But you’d better keep me in the lo
Kade’s face was drained of color, his breaths quick and shallow as he hunched over, trying to steady himself. He and the others had narrowly escaped the wrath of the sea god, the taste of death fresh on their tongues. The memory of that raw power, crashing around them in relentless waves, still rattled in their minds like a fever dream.“What the hell?!” Kade finally spat, his voice shaky as he clutched his sides, panting. “There’s no way we’re surviving here. This place is a death trap!”Mary shot him a sharp look, which only made him scoff in disbelief. “What?” Kaade snapped, defensive. “Am I lying, or just pointing out the obvious?” He folded his arms, turning away in frustration, muttering curses under his breath.Mary sighed, trying to steady her own frayed nerves as her gaze drifted into the eerie, mist-laden landscape around them. Her mind raced with uncertainty. “So... what do we do now?” she murmured, the question barely above a whisper, as if afraid to speak it too loudly.
Jabel and Helena’s group staggered forward, breaths heavy and limbs sore, as they reached the entrance of a looming cave. The flickering shadows danced on the rugged rock, echoing the blazing heat that had nearly devoured them. The fire god’s fierce assault was fresh in their minds, the feeling of intense heat still lingering on their skin, a reminder of how narrowly they had escaped. Each of them bore scars and torn garments from the battle, soot smudged across their faces like war paint.Helena couldn’t shake the vision of those eyes—two dark voids in the fire god’s inhuman face, cold despite the flames, and that cruel, slithering smile. She felt her pulse quicken just thinking about it, and she instinctively looked to Jabel, who stood nearby, his large frame silhouetted against the dying light. For all his usual strength and confidence, Helena noticed his hand trembling slightly, his jaw set in an expression she’d rarely seen—fear.“If not for Pinky…”
The icy expanse crackled beneath their feet as Noctis faced off with Iron, his gaze sharp and determined. Frost watched from his throne of glimmering ice, a bemused smile on his lips. He knew well enough to respect Noctis’s abilities, but he couldn’t resist the chance to test them.Iron, towering and silent, raised his arm, materializing a massive club of solid ice in his hand. Each crystalline detail glistened in the cold light, edges sharpened to deadly points. Across from him, Noctis unsheathed his dagger, its dark blade gleaming with menace.“This is it,” Noctis thought, steeling himself. He knew the terms of the duel—no powers, no enhanced strength, just raw, primal combat. He couldn’t unleash his aura, nor could he rely on his energy manipulation. It was simply strength against strength, blade against club.But even under those rules, Iron’s icy composition gave him a near-unbreakable durability. His strength was practically elemental, fused into his
Noctis’s grin hadn’t fully formed before a blizzard of icy shards surged violently toward his face. He raised his arm instinctively, but the sharp-edged frost bit into his skin, leaving trails of crimson along his knuckles. Wincing, he gripped his dagger, maneuvering it to deflect the relentless barrage. Each clash of metal against ice sent reverberations through his arm, his muscles screaming with each impact."His range… it’s insane," Noctis thought, gritting his teeth as he sidestepped the icy shards, trying to regain his focus. He blinked through the haze of frost, struggling to steady his breathing."Things would be so much easier if I could just use my powers." But even as frustration flared, he squashed it down. The thrill of a challenge stirred something fierce inside him, and he welcomed it.Before he could even recover fully, Brass closed in on him, each massive step cracking the ice beneath his feet. With towering limbs transforming like liquid steel into weapons of destruc