The Northern Alliance border was a wasteland of shattered structures and scorched ground — the scars of countless battles. The air here carried a scent of metal and danger, and the sky flickered with the faint red glow of warning sirens.
A transport craft soared low, blue energy streaming through its wings. Inside, Commander Aren Voss stood at the open hatch, wind whipping through his dark hair. His armor clung to his skin like living metal — shifting to match the three elements surging within him: electric, lightning, and fire. Each pulsed at Level 100 — the maximum any being had ever reached.
Below, monsters swarmed the ruins — nearly a hundred, armed with stolen weapon tech, their skin a poisonous green, faces stretched, eyes bulbous and wild. Among them, two larger beasts towered — one casting fire, the other water — both Level 80.
Aren's second-in-command stepped beside him.
Lucy, silver-haired and fierce, frost pulsing through her blade — Frozen Core: Level 100.
Her husband Luther, lightning crackling from his gloves — Lightning Core: Level 100.
On the opposite side stood Marge, flames dancing along her gauntlets — Fire Core: Level 100, her eyes dark with fury.
Beside her, Homer, water swirling around his armor like a tide — Water Core: Level 100.
And finally, Martin, bursts of electricity sparking from his weapon — Electric Core: Level 100. His wife Clara was far behind, head of the grand kitchens — a humble position, but widely respected for feeding the valley.
Six warriors.
Six highest-ranked elementals of their generation.
The King's personal guard.
Marge cracked her knuckles. "One hundred and two monsters? That's it?"
Homer smirked. "They really thought this was an invasion?"
Lucy's expression remained cold. "Their numbers don't matter. They want to reach the towns."
Aren nodded. Behind them were 40 lakh civilians — spread across 2,000 towns in the valley region. Entire futures depended on this wall holding strong.
A sudden pulse of energy surged across Aren's wrist. The bond mark glowed bright blue.
He stopped — eyes widening just a fraction.
Lucy caught the shift. "Commander?"
"…She's awake," Aren said quietly.
The others shared a knowing smile — a rare moment of warmth in war.
"Then let's finish this quickly," Luther said, lightning snapping between his fingers.
Aren stepped forward, voice steady and cold:
"Remember — we do not let a single monster cross this border. For the valley. For the future."
His ring pulsed. The ground beneath them lit with command runes.
"Deploy."
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The Battle
They dropped into the battlefield like stars falling from the sky.
The monsters roared — a twisted, chilling chorus — and charged toward them. Their oversized weapons glinted with stolen cores.
Aren moved first.
He slammed his fist into the ground — lightning exploded outward like a tidal wave of light, taking down a dozen monsters instantly.
Marge and Lucy advanced side by side — one burning, one frozen — their elements spiraling together like fire and ice in perfect harmony. Every blow shattered armor and beast alike.
Homer summoned a wall of water that curled like a dragon and smashed into a group trying to flank them.
Martin darted between enemies, electricity cracking with every strike — swift and precise.
Luther leapt into the air, lightning exploding from his boots as he slammed down — the shockwave scattering enemies like leaves.
Aren sliced through the battlefield, focused, unstoppable. But his thoughts kept pulling back to the bond mark on his wrist.
My wife . Awake. Safe. Mine.
The monsters roared louder, attempting to overwhelm the small team with sheer numbers — believing six warriors could be crushed under the weight of a horde.
But these six were not normal combatants.
They were at the highest evolution level the world had seen.
Luther smirked as another wave rushed toward them.
"They don't know we're playing at the top of the board."
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The two Level 80 monsters lunged — one spewing a whirl of fire, the other launching torrents of water. Their combined attack could have drowned cities.
Aren stepped forward, eyes blazing.
Electric.
Lightning.
Fire.
All three elements roared through his veins.
The ground cracked beneath him. The air ignited. Thunder howled.
He raised his hand — power swirling into one blazing beam — and struck.
When the flash cleared, nothing remained of the dual-element beasts but dust sparkling in the wind.
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Silence fell.
The remaining monsters froze, terror in their bulging eyes.
Lucy lowered her blade.
"Commander. All enemies neutralized."
Aren looked northward, toward the towering walls of the valley. His voice was calm — but the mark on his wrist glowed brighter than ever.
"We return home."
He turned, already walking toward the transport craft.
Because somewhere inside that valley…
The woman with the healer core — his true Queen, his fated mate — had awakened.
And he would not make her wait.