The one-month deadline passed swiftly.
No miracle occurred.
Keshiva failed to develop any technology capable of restoring the Dark Giants of R'lyeh.
The war between Light and Darkness was inevitable.
Led by General An Cheng, the Dark Giants of R'lyeh—numbering several hundred—launched their resistance.
Meanwhile, through repeated screening and conversion, the number of Giants of Light increased from the original nineteen to several hundred.
Under overwhelming numerical pressure, the Dark Giants stood no chance.
Once the battle began, defeat followed defeat.
Dark Giant bodies littered the battlefield—some dissolved into dark particles and vanished, while others exhausted their final strength and turned into stone statues, collapsing to the ground to be eroded by wind and dust for eternity.
Not long after the fighting began, half of R'lyeh had been reclaimed.
The Dark Giants were reduced to barely over a hundred, suffering catastrophic losses.
…
Deep within the Dark Temple, Yuzhou—completely influenced by darkness—remained sealed, utterly unable to leave.
Each day, he sat silently upon the obsidian throne, waiting for an opportunity to break the seal.
At his right side sat Camearra, reigning as the Queen of Darkness.
"An interesting individual has entered the Temple,"
Yuzhou spoke suddenly, his voice echoing through the vast, empty hall.
"Indeed… quite interesting," Camearra agreed, sensing the intruder's aura.
A low hum resonated.
Ripples spread across the barrier at the Temple gates, and a silver-and-red figure emerged into view.
"Lord Tiga!"
Overwhelmed by the imperceptibly vast dark power, the intruder trembled briefly, then bowed deeply to Yuzhou.
"Oh?" Yuzhou showed little surprise. "Who are you? And why are you here?"
"Lord Tiga," the intruder said respectfully, kneeling on one knee,
"I am An Cheng, leader of the Dark Giants beyond this Temple."
"Leader of the Dark Giants?"
Yuzhou snorted coldly, disdain evident in his gaze. "Ridiculous."
A surge of dark power lashed out, sending An Cheng flying.
He struck the ground with a dull thud, yet immediately returned to a kneeling posture, his head lowered even further.
"I dare not claim such a title," An Cheng said quickly.
"I have come to beg Lord Tiga to act—to become our true leader!"
"To lead the Dark Giants?"
Yuzhou withdrew the dark energy from his hand. "Interesting."
"Please, Lord Tiga," An Cheng pleaded,
"Lead us to destroy those detestable Giants of Light and rule the entire Earth!"
Under the massive offensive of the Giants of Light, the Dark Giants of R'lyeh were on the brink of annihilation.
Those that remained clung desperately to a corner of the island, too afraid to reveal themselves.
In desperation, An Cheng—once a great general—thought of the existence sealed within the Dark Temple.
Tiga, the first Dark Giant to appear on Earth.
The strongest Dark Giant, who had once defeated and replaced the Dark King itself.
Not only An Cheng—many who knew of Tiga's existence came to the same conclusion.
Only Tiga could repel the Giants of Light.
Thus, An Cheng led four Dark Giants through the deep sea near R'lyeh, breaking through the barrier and descending into the abyss of the Dark Realm.
Before long, they found the Dark Temple.
"An Cheng," Yuzhou said calmly, without looking at him, one hand resting on Camearra's,
"it is not that I am unwilling to help—but I cannot leave the Temple in my current state."
"This…"
An Cheng fell silent, unsure how to respond.
Yuzhou continued:
"Bring the four waiting outside into the Temple."
A ghostly smile appeared as he spoke.
"At once!"
Hearing there was a way forward, An Cheng immediately agreed.
As a seasoned general, he understood well that summoning those four Dark Warriors would lead to grim consequences.
But for the final territory of darkness, sacrifices were unavoidable.
"General! Why have you summoned us?!"
Responding to An Cheng's signal, the four Dark Giants waiting outside entered the Temple.
"For the sake of darkness," An Cheng asked solemnly,
"are you willing to make a sacrifice?"
Though transformed into a Dark Giant, his treatment of his subordinates had never changed.
"We are willing!"
The four answered without hesitation.
Driven mad by darkness, they would gladly give their lives for its expansion.
As their words fell, a consciousness entity entered the colour timer of one Dark Warrior.
Three more followed, sinking into the chests of the other three.
Screams rang out briefly—then fell silent.
The four collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Yet their colour timers still glowed blue.
Before An Cheng's eyes, their bodies dissolved into dark particles and began to recombine.
Moments later, four forms took shape:
Tiga.
Camearra.
Hudra.
Darramb.
Dark power surged through their reconstructed bodies—the reincarnation was complete.
"We cannot leave the Temple," Yuzhou said from the throne, glancing at the identical dark duplicate before him, "so our avatars will go in our stead."
"These avatars carry our consciousness," he continued.
"Across space, all experiences will be shared within our minds."
"I understand," An Cheng said, nodding deeply.
"Time is critical. Lord Tiga—please depart at once!"
Yuzhou nodded slightly.
With a sweep of his hand, the Sparklence appeared, transforming into a streak of light and embedding itself into the avatar's colour timer.
"Let us go."
This time, the voice came from the avatar itself.
Sharing consciousness, avatar and original were one—differing only in power.
The true body's strength was unfathomable.
The avatar possessed merely one percent of it—yet even that was terrifying.
From within the Dark Temple, five streaks of light shot upward, piercing the abyssal barrier, breaking through the deep sea, and emerging into the sky.
Gazing upon R'lyeh, now shrouded entirely in darkness,
Yuzhou's avatar gripped the Sparklence and surged forward at full speed.
"O mightiest warrior of darkness," An Cheng declared reverently, "lead us toward glory!"