Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 758: The Battle Of Leaders ( Finale )

The environment of space was no more. It appeared as a fractured surface, segmented and on the brink of disintegration.

Facing each other across this disarray stood Varnos and Alaric, no longer mere men but colossal forces capable of distorting the very fabric of reality around them.

Both were at the zenith of their capabilities, and Varnos, free from the shackles of the previous serum, could now engage without any reservation.

He sensed a profound liberation, a stark contrast to the suffocating sensation the poison had imposed upon him.

With the toxic agent purged, it was akin to an invisible hand releasing its grip, allowing him to breathe freely and unleash his complete power.

The instant their gazes met, the engagement commenced without preamble or wasted motion.

Their very presence shattered the surrounding space, and Varnos initiated the confrontation. Having finally regained his full fighting capacity, he was determined to maintain the strategic advantage.

He believed that by controlling the flow of the battle, he could overwhelm his opponent.

His body advanced, not through mere velocity, but through a distortion of space itself, as if the distance he needed to cover was instantaneously compressed.

His blade, imbued with the essence of moonlight, traced a graceful, sweeping arc through the air.

[Moon: Crescent Severance]

A silent yet devastating crescent of moonlight sliced through the void, an attack that targeted not just the physical form but the very flow of mana, much like severing the roots of a plant.

Alaric remained stationary, raising a hand as darkness coalesced before him into a compressed nexus, intercepting the incoming slash.

[Void: Devouring Singularity]

A minuscule point of darkness, paradoxically possessing infinite mass, absorbed the moonlight blade, causing it to vanish.

The attack was not merely halted or redirected; it was completely consumed. However, for a fleeting moment, the ambient void around Alaric faltered.

This momentary disruption was precisely Varnos's objective, and he seized the instant to close the remaining distance.

His blade struck again, a direct assault, yet the space beneath his feet unexpectedly imploded.

[Void: Endless Collapse]

With a subtle gesture, Alaric transformed the area around Varnos into a vortex of disintegration. Successive layers of space folded over one another, rendering every point Varnos occupied highly unstable.

Instead of retreating, Varnos's body... dematerialized.

[Moon: Lunar Phase Shift]

For a brief interval, his existence detached from the physical plane. Attacks passed harmlessly through him, space flowed by unimpeded, and he reappeared elsewhere, unscathed but feeling increased pressure.

Alaric’s gaze intensified. He recognized the gravity of the situation and could no longer afford complacency. A surge of fury ignited in his eyes.

He lamented not having eliminated this adversary swiftly when the opportunity arose, unaware of the hidden trump card Varnos possessed.

He regretted the squandered chances to end this 'trash,' now forcing him into a direct confrontation.

He thrust his hand forward, and darkness tore open, forming a colossal claw.

[Darkness: Abyssal Rend]

The abyssal claw did not rend space itself but rather 'existence,' leaving a lingering, spectral wound in its wake across the void.

Varnos countered by raising his blade, activating several unseen orbital energies around his person.

[Moon: Silent Orbit]

These orbits began to rotate, deflecting, weakening, or completely rerouting any attack that ventured into their sphere of influence.

The darkness claw made contact, its trajectory altered, though not entirely. A portion breached the protective barrier.

Varnos's shoulder sustained a grievous wound, spilling blood that was immediately swallowed by the void.

Varnos showed no sign of pain, instead driving his blade downwards, altering the very nature of the battlefield.

[Moon: Tidal Dominion]

The fabric of space transmuted into a fluid medium, an invisible tide emanating outward, simultaneously pulling, pushing, and compressing everything within its reach.

Alaric was compelled to retreat a single step, but in that instant, his eyes darkened, and the space within his vicinity was… annihilated.

[Void: Spatial Erasure]

This was not mere fracturing or compression, but an obliteration of space. While not a conceptual removal from existence, it was a physical negation of the known spatial dimensions.

The area where Varnos stood simply ceased to be. In the nick of time, Varnos shifted his phase again, but the maneuver was incomplete.

The periphery of the spatial erasure grazed his flank. His body convulsed, his internal mana destabilized, and Alaric seized the moment, advancing.

This time, he unleashed his ultimate move.

[Darkness: Sovereign Descent]

Not a literal fall, but an imposition of absolute dominance. An overwhelming pressure descended upon the battlefield, making mana sluggish and movement arduous.

Even time seemed to warp and stretch. Varnos was momentarily immobilized, but within that same instant, he drew upon all surrounding energy.

With his adversary now employing his full might, Varnos understood he could not afford to hold back either. He had to reveal his own formidable techniques.

[Moon: Full Eclipse Guard]

Moonlight converged around him, solidifying into an impenetrable barrier. Any incoming energy was swiftly consumed and rendered inert.

The encroaching darkness was repelled, yet this equilibrium proved fleeting. Several more forceful impacts, a series of life-threatening clashes, and with each exchange, the combatants drew nearer to one another.

Their breathing grew labored, their bodies more battered, and a definitive advantage remained elusive for both sides.

However, Alaric recognized this standoff was unsustainable.

He was unwilling and unable to prolong the conflict further. The meticulously constructed array possessed inherent limitations and could not endure indefinitely.

Should the array falter, their hard-won advantage would vanish, and the tide of battle would instantly shift in favor of the Everlight Moon Guild. This was not to say outright defeat was inevitable, however.

Even without the array's aid, their victory was assured, but the cost in lives would be so devastatingly high that the triumph would be hollow. Without the array, Alaric was certain that half of the Goblin Guild's commanders would perish, and those peculiar monstrous entities might annihilate upwards of 90% of their Guild's Awakened.

Such an outcome, even in victory, would render them as vulnerable as a loss, crippling their strength so severely that their preeminent position would be jeopardized.

A critical decision had to be made.

He closed his eyes briefly. Then, a connection was established, and at that instant, the entire battlefield shuddered.

The array, which had encompassed the entire region, suddenly began to contract. All streams of mana, all bolstering energies, all reinforcements were funneled to a single nexus point.

Alaric.

His form trembled as his power surged exponentially. Varenos immediately perceived the shift, his brow furrowing deeply with a potent premonition of grave danger. His instincts screamed at him to flee!

Alaric lifted his hand, and for the first time, the forces of darkness and the void coalesced without restraint.

This was poised to be the decisive blow, the maneuver that would bring the contest to its conclusion.

[Void-Darkness: Absolute Oblivion Collapse]

The fabric of space compressed.

Illumination was extinguished.

Auditory sensations ceased.

Time itself appeared to freeze.

Varenos marshaled his entire reservoir of strength, activating every protective layer and employing every conceivable defense.

Yet, this onslaught transcended conventional power.

The impact occurred not as a cacophonous explosion, but in utter silence. On the surface, it seemed as though nothing transpired. The effect was one of sheer 'annihilation.'

As the aftermath settled, a profound quiet descended once more. The obscuring debris dissipated, revealing Varenos sprawled upon the ground.

A significant portion of his being... was simply gone. The mana coursing within him had been utterly nullified. His gasps for air were shallow, ragged, and agonizingly heavy.

Before him stood Alaric.

Even he was struggling for breath. The array encircling him bore visible cracks, its integrity precarious.

It was unstable, appearing as though it might dissipate at any moment, but by sheer fortune, the battle had been won.

"Any final words?" he queried Varenos, his voice laced with mocking laughter, interspersed with gasps for air.

Then, at that precise juncture, the heavens abruptly convulsed. An immense, immeasurable, and utterly alien aura descended, blanketing the entire sky.

Alaric tilted his head upwards, his gaze sharp. Varenos, with eyes half-lidded, fixed his attention on the incoming radiance.

A palpable sense of awakening permeated the air. In the sector where Daniel and the twin siblings were engaged in combat.

"...What in the blazes is this?"