[Location: The Surface – The Alliance Frontline (Dwarven Border)]

Time goes back a few minutes ago, and just as Isabelle and Damien were fighting off against the weeping sovereign

The war between the dwarves and the second prince was already at full swing

The sky was the color of a bruise, black smoke choking the sunrise, streaked with veins of purple void lightning.

The roar of battle was deafening.

BOOM.

In the distance, an Ironclad Mech was thrown through the air like a toy, crashing into the canyon wall.

Standing over it was an Ancient War Titan, its rune-cannon glowing with green death.

The Alliance was holding, but barely.

King Durin was a whirlwind of steel in the center of the fray, his warhammer smashing the skulls of Void Cultists with every swing.

Back-to-back with him stood Queen Aelinor, her staff weaving vines of thorns that strangled entire platoons of Imperial soldiers.

With every movement they made hundreds of cultists and soldiers fell, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough

"They just keep coming!" Durin roared, wiping blood from his beard.

"Focus, Durin!" Aelinor shouted, shielding them both from a volley of void arrows.

To their left, the students of Class F were fighting for their lives.

Alaric swung The Anvil, creating shockwaves that knocked back the enemy infantry.

Leona was a blur of violence, her Void Gauntlets tearing through armor like paper.

Lukas, perched on a ridge, rained down beams of blue plasma from his Magitech hands.

But it wasn't enough.

For every cultist they killed, two more rose from the mud. The sheer weight of numbers, 50,000 soldiers and three Titans was grinding them down.

On the other end of the battle field, things there were also looking bleak

Lyra and her void valkaryes had long since been sepraated due to the tides of war

With a gasp she stumbled, her foot catching on a root as she hit the mud hard, gasping for air.

She was alone. During the last push, she had tried to flank the enemy commander, but it was a trap.

She looked up.

Surrounding her were five Imperial Knights.

Not regular foot soldiers but looking at their armor etched with the Golden Dragon crest, and their auras flared with the heavy pressure of the 6th Order.

It was obvious who they were

The Royal Guard.

"The Elf Assassin," the Lead Knight sneered, raising a greatsword wreathed in black void fire.

"The Prince put a high bounty on your head."

It seems you and that lion girl participated in the last act against the dwarves.

Recalling the disgrace from sixteen years ago and how Zero had used them as a stepping stone to climb the world stage

The lead knight who was also a cultist with the second prince couldn't help but sneer angrily

He was couldn't wait to rip the elf apart

And seeing him like this, lyra remained quiet as she analyed her cureent situation

Her internal organs were injured, she was seprated from the rest of the group and her mana reserves were dry.

She looked around. Boxed in. No escape.

The Knight sensing this laughed as he raised his sword.

"Any last words, elf rat?"

Lyra closed her eyes. She thought of her Queen. She thought of the students.

And finally, she thought of the arrogant, brilliant young master who had saved her life once before.

'I'm sorry, Young Master,' she thought. 'I couldn't on.'

SWISH.

The blade began to fall.

However, before it could land, Time seemed to stretch. The roar of battle faded into a dull buzz.

And then, a voice spoke.

Not in her ears. But directly in the center of her soul.

'Lyra. Can you hear me?'

Lyra's eyes snapped open. The voice was calm, arrogant, and painfully familiar.

"Young Master?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Is... is that you?"

'Listen to me,' Damien's voice cut through her panic like a knife. 'Do not resist. I am coming.'

….......…

[Location: The Abyss – The Garden of Silence]

Damien stood over the frozen form of the Weeping Sovereign. His hand gripped the Veil of Stone so tight his knuckles were white.

A blue screen hovered in front of his face, pulsating with urgent light.

[System Interface: Trans-Dimensional Link]

[Target Found: Lyra (Vassal)]

[Action: Remote Possession and Abyss adaptation]

[Cost: 90,000 Destiny Points]

Just a few seconds ago,the system which had been quiet all this while suddenly came back to life

Not only that but it had upgraded his contract gem ability, now allowing him to see through and descend on his contractors regardless of distance

Now with his Dp from the weeping soveregin and this new ability, Daamien knew he had no reason to hesitate

Right now regardless of the cost, he needed his body to adapt to this abyss aura as well as save Lyra and the others

"Ninety thousand," Damien hissed. It was nearly everything he had just earned. It was a fortune that could buy Divine-tier skills or upgrades.

But then the image flashed in his mind again, Lyra kneeling in the mud, a blade inches from her neck.

He didn't hesitate.

"Pay it," Damien growled. "Take it all. I need to be there now."

[Payment Accepted.]

[Initiating Soul Projection...]

As he said this, his body in the Abyss slumped forward, caught by Isabelle. But his consciousness shot upward, piercing the veil between worlds like a bullet.

…...........

[Location: Dwarven Border]

The Knight's sword was inches from Lyra's neck.

VWMMM.

Suddenly, Lyra's body arched violently.

Her head snapped back, eyes rolling white, then flashing open with a terrifying, dual-colored light, one eye gold, one eye pitch black.

BOOM.

A shockwave of pure spiritual pressure exploded outward from her chest.

It wasn't the wind, oh no this was pure was Intent.

The five 6th-Order Knights were blasted backward as if hit by a cannonball.

Their armor crumpled. The lead Knight's void sword shattered into a thousand pieces against an invisible wall.

"What?!" The Knight scrambled to his feet, coughing blood.

"What did you do?!"

Lyra stood up.

But she didn't move like Lyra anymore. Her stance was relaxed, arrogant. Her hands were clasped behind her back.

Swirling around her body, pure mana began to condense. It wove itself into a spectral trench coat made of black spider-silk.

It formed a hood over her head. And on her face, a spectral white mask manifested, marked with a singular, jagged "0".

The Zero Persona.

The pressure on the battlefield changed instantly.

Every soldier within a mile felt it. The Titans paused mid-step. King Durin froze mid-swing. Leona's head snapped toward the ridge.

They knew that aura. It was the aura of a man who looked at gods and saw targets.

The figure adjusted the spectral cuffs of the coat.

"Oh?"

The voice coming from Lyra's mouth was layered, Lyra's feminine tone overlaid with Damien's cold baritone.

"It seems the world turned upside down just because I went away for a bit."

The figure looked at the Imperial Knights, who were now trembling, their instincts screaming at them to run.

He spread his arms wide. The Greedy King's Intent crashed down on the valley, heavier than the gravity of a star.

"Races of Elias!"

The voice boomed across the battlefield, amplified by magic, silencing the war.

"Your Master is back."

He looked at the trembling Knight and snapped his fingers.

"Now... kneel."

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