Balor, Little One, Shae and Silver Wing moved in sync, a small unit cutting toward the nearest fighting. Up close, the world narrowed to two bodies trading blows. No flashy spells. No roaring summons. Just raw force. What they did to the air with their fists should have been illegal.

Jay and Garvin hit like tectonic plates. Every collision threw shockwaves through the field. Stones levitated, dust formed whirlwinds, and the taste of ozone filled the throat. Little One gaped. "Tell me I am not seeing this. Is that.... are those two tearing the sky with hand to hand?"

He already knew Jay was not a normal martial artist. Jay had beaten him at the Tournament of Power, and that had been proof. What stunned Little One now was the speed and the lack of restraint. Jay had held back in the tournament. Now he was not holding anything back. The chaos they made was on another level.

"Do we join?" Shae asked, uncertain.

Balor nodded, but before they moved, Jay and Garvin broke apart. They disengaged and planted themselves six meters apart, chests heaving, eyes bright from the violence. Jay was slick with sweat from head to toe, but his grin said exhaustion had not touched him. If anything, he looked electric.

Jay gave the group a thumbs up. "Leave it. I got him. Few more hits and he's out."

Garvin scoffed. "Talk big now. You will be out cold, not me." He smiled like he meant it.

Balor stepped forward anyway. They did not have time to waste. He lunged, void energy gathering, ready to close the gap and strike Garvin before another wave of destruction could burst out.

He never made it.

Jay moved like a blade. He seized Balor's arm, swung, and threw him back. Balor hit the ground and slid, one hair from disaster. He had been a second too slow.

Garvin's skill would have collapsed the void around him. If Jay had not been there, Balor would have been snapped like a twig.

"Hey you." Garvin called, fury in his voice. "Leave. I told you I will handle this."

"I said leave." Jay's voice was steel.

Balor clenched his jaw. He wanted to argue, to insist he could help, but Silver Wing's hand settled heavy on his shoulder. The veteran's face was hard, his gaze flat.

"Trust me. You cannot help here. That emissary's skill cancels ours. Let Jay handle it." Silver Wing spoke low, certain.

Balor felt the sting of truth. Earlier his void had twisted weird when he tried to strike the emissary. The power in front of them disrupted everything. He swallowed his pride and stepped back.

Silver Wing nodded at Jay. Jay returned the nod. They moved past, eyes fixed ahead. This front did not need more hands, but other fronts might.

When the smaller threats cleared, Jay turned back to Garvin. Garvin waited at the edge, his body bristling with power. He looked like he could go another round, and another after that. He smiled, wicked and ready.

"Ready for the fifth round?" Garvin asked, voice low and hungry.

Jay shrugged, slipping into stance. "Of course. I will make this the last one."

They exploded together. The air screamed. Their punches became blurs. Every strike shredded more than flesh, it shredded expectations.

Meanwhile, Balor and the rest moved through the ruins, scanning for where their help might be needed. Truth was, they had already been more than useful, each one had carved down a mountain of enemies, threats that would have crushed weaker groups. But to them, it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

They wanted more blood. More proof. More weight on their shoulders.

Then they stopped.

Every breath caught in their throats at once, their bodies freezing on instinct. A chill crawled through their spines, sharp as steel. These weren't rookie.... they were elites, monsters in human form who could shred entire armies with their near-unparalleled might. And yet, here they were… quivering. Frozen.

Why?

Because up ahead, a battle was raging. And it wasn't a battle like anything they'd ever witnessed.

Chunks of earth....no, entire masses of land, rivaling mountains.... were ripped from the ground, colliding in midair with roaring infernos. Lightning, pure and divine, carved through the sky with every strike. The ground tore apart, and even the very air was unstable, crackling like reality itself was breaking under the weight of their clash.

No doubt remained. That had to be the Tryst Guild leader locked against that dark emissary. Everyone knew the man was strong, maybe too strong, strong enough to rival the top S-rank heroes. But even with that in mind, the sheer scope of what they were witnessing? This wasn't human. This was godhood clashing with godhood. Titans, not men.

Chaos. Destruction. Divinity.

"…That's a fight, right? Right there?" Little One finally said, his voice almost squeaking as he tried to sound casual. "So… who wants to join?"

A moment ago, they had all been complaining about not finding a fight to jump into. But now, faced with one.... silence.

Shae was the first to turn around. "Yeah, no. I think I'll leave this one for the young master." She forced a laugh. "Sir Ronan might need my help instead." Her excuse was thin, but she didn't care. She was already walking away. If walking was the right word.... her legs moved like she was sprinting.

Silver Wing coughed. "She's my responsibility, so… I have to follow her." He didn't even try to hide it. He just turned and left.

Little One's eye twitched. "…Are they even trying? At acting?" he muttered to himself.

He scoffed and turned to Balor. "What about you, huh? Should we jump in?"

Balor didn't answer right away. He just looked at him. His face said it all, loud as thunder: Are you crazy?

Without a word, Balor stepped into the void. Not to fight... just to escape.

"Coward! Hey, get back here!" Little One shouted, furious.

Balor's voice came back, echoing from the void, sharp with mockery. "If you're so brave, why don't you join in yourself? …Coward." Then his voice faded, swallowed into nothing.

Little One's face boiled red, puffed up with indignation. "Fine! I'll show you I'm no coward! Hero!" he snapped, ready to rush forward into the battlefield.

But before his feet could carry him, the sky answered.

A thunderclap split the heavens. Bolts of lightning, thick as towers, crashed down, mixed with spears of inferno. The earth itself retaliated, mountains smashing into the flames and thunder. The violent collision shook the air, and the ground beneath Little One's feet began to split, cracking wide open.

His heart thumped hard against his ribs. His foot froze mid-step.

To be continued.....

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