Under the intense blazing light, the white gradually collapsed.
The deep purple sky seemed to be pierced by sharp light, torn open with a hole.
Countless silver dust particles turned into two tornadoes, churning and surging throughout the entire space, as if countless meteors were completely piercing everything.
Sound was compressed under the immense pressure, becoming fainter and fainter, until the white light bursting from both eyes completely covered everything.
The boundless land was forcibly draped in a layer called silence, like a cicada's shell.
Two beams of white light fiercely scorched the constantly healing earth. The speed at which flesh and blood healed was not even able to keep up with the bizarre, terrifying high temperature produced by that pressure.
At this point, all anyone could see was that gigantic figure, completely white, holding above its hands a pure white giant tree suspended in midair, accompanied by heavy chains that slammed mercilessly into the ground.
Wave after wave of dazzling ghostly figures seemed to be completely freed.
They scrambled out from the reversed, shattered rivers, drifting wildly toward the void sky that had been torn open.
———
[The City of Adventurers, the Second Battle Line]
The First Prince paced back and forth in the room, biting his lip, brows tightly furrowed, anxiously waiting for some news.
Soon, an officer didn't even knock. With trembling legs, he forced himself to rush into the room.
His pale lips quivered. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the officer hurriedly began to report, "Y–Your Highness… the First Prince, it's an emergency. You… you must go out and take a look…"
Seeing the officer so terrified, the First Prince quickly walked out of the room and stood atop the high tower, gazing into the distance.
Very quickly, he understood the reason for the officer's fear.
At the moment he looked into the distance, it was as if he saw a scene he would never forget in his lifetime.
The void-purple monster rift had become even more unstable, constantly twisting, constantly expanding.
A power that seemed no longer able to be restrained was about to pour out from within.
Seeing this, the First Prince's expression grew extremely grave, beads of sweat even dripping down from the top of his head.
Could it be that within this monster rift, some terrifying monster was about to erupt?
For example, that dragon that could fly without wings, was it about to appear?
He swung his hand sharply behind him and shouted sternly as he issued orders, "All troops, activate all firepower on the Second Battle Line and aim it at the monster rift at once!"
"Make sure all firepower is tilted toward the rift the moment it activates!"
Hearing the First Prince's resolute words, the officer felt as if he had been injected with a powerful stimulant. His previously shaking body now stood steady.
"Yes!"
He turned around, preparing to go relay the orders. But just as he turned his back, suddenly, a pillar of white light exploded upward behind him, seemingly covering the entire world.
The officer jerked his head back.
He saw the most unforgettable scene of his life.
Scattered silver dust slowly drifted through the air, while high-speed starlight poured over the entire Second Battle Line.
That sky-piercing white light seemed to sever a galaxy, as countless ghostly mists spiraled across the entire city, across the whole land.
Violent waves of dust surged up hundreds of meters high. The sky grew gloomy, as if covered by even more dark clouds, sinking into a yellowish chaos.
The massive white magical power completely transformed into a hazy shockwave that shot straight into the clouds, piercing through the dark cloud layer and opening a hole where daylight passed through, as if trying to knock the hidden sun out of the sky.
The powerful shockwaves in the high air continuously burst outward, as if gradually shattering everything. The dark clouds became fragmented and were soon completely dispersed.
At the moment the silver giant tree fell, the hundred-meter-high dust waves miraculously settled down smoothly, piling up into towering dust mounds.
The world, where light suddenly appeared, seemed to be completely covered by a layer of crystal-clear raindrops.
Sunlight continuously refracted through the countless droplets that looked like the tears of gods.
Beams of colorful light slowly flickered, like salvation born from despair before the end of the world.
It was raining…
The soldiers standing on the front line felt the cool raindrops striking their skin, stunned.
Their eyes widened, mouths opened, yet not a single sound could come from their throats.
Though shocked, they could only silently feel this power.
They could only quietly take in this utterly magnificent scene.
The officer stared at the continuously falling raindrops, naturally frozen in place, colors flickering in his eyes, unable to make even the slightest movement.
This power… was like salvation descending from the gods.
The First Prince stood atop the high tower, feeling the dull impacts of raindrops striking his golden armor, his eyes trembling without pause.
The rain completely soaked his long silver-white hair, crystalline streams of water flowing down his sharply defined cheeks.
He slowly raised his head, letting even more raindrops beat against his face.
At this moment, his gaze became incomparably calm.
No matter who it was, upon witnessing a scene like a nuclear explosion, no, even more astonishing than that, what would remain in their heart would only be such calmness.
Around the massive monster rift, everything seemed to have been completely smoothed by the powerful impact.
Even the previously rugged rock walls had fully dissipated.
All that remained was a void-purple rift, still continuously spewing white magical power that had yet to disperse.
This was… a power beyond humanity.
The First Prince fell silent.
He let the rain soak his face and flow downward, making it impossible to tell whether it was sweat or rain.
———
The enormous coliseum had already been completely swallowed. The terrain's invincibility time ended perfectly at the final moment, right as the battle concluded.
The rolling purple sky also vanished without a trace at this moment.
The adventurers only felt a burst of intense white light flash past, and then everything around them changed completely.
If before, that surging mass of colors looked like paint splashed across a canvas, then now…
It was like a curtain that had been completely bleached, the deep purple forcibly erased.
After the white light gradually dispersed, a blue sky appeared within the monster rift.
As if forcibly remodeled, a few strands of pure white clouds drifted across the azure sky.
Crystal-clear raindrops also slowly fell upon this land. Wherever they landed, the earth would rapidly sprout.
Seedlings broke through the soil, and as the raindrops fell, the saplings grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Very soon, they would surge upward, growing into towering giant trees.
Sunlight passed through the clouds, illuminating this reborn land, like beams of holy light gently scattering with mercy.
Facing this scene that could no longer be explained by common sense, the group of adventurers uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.
One after another, they stretched out a hand, feeling the rain pour down.
Feeling the world after this boundless magic power had dissipated.
In the abyss… it could actually rain?
The three gigantic beasts surrounding Viktor also gradually dissipated under the sunlight, turning into fragments of magic that vanished into the air.
After most of the bodies of the two calamities disappeared, their core lights returned to Viktor's coat.
That terrifying void creation seemed extremely afraid of this clear sunlight. Dragging its heavily injured body, it hurriedly slipped through a void gate and slammed it shut.
The entire world finally became incomparably quiet.
Doragon's massive body lay limp on the ground. The white scales on its body lost their holiness, turning deep and dark once more.
Those black scales were now badly damaged, many of them already shattered halfway.
The giant dragon lay on the land, its body slowly rising and falling, on the verge of death.
That final super-tier spell had emptied Doragon's last HP bar.
Of course, it also emptied Viktor's mana bar.
Viktor stood coldly before the dragon's head, looking at the once-arrogant Wind Calamity.
[Viktor Kleivener: lv43 → lv45]
[HP: 23000/23000]
[MP: 20/999999]
Defeating the Wind Calamity granted Viktor an enormous amount of experience, causing his experience to surge and level him up twice in an instant.
For actions like Viktor's, defeating a boss across levels, the game grants extremely generous experience rewards.
And this time, Viktor had made an attempt.
Unlike when fighting the Fire and Wood Calamities, he hardly used any special techniques.
He only employed some positioning and movement while dodging Doragon's attacks.
What truly defeated Doragon was the surrounding terrain that trapped it.
And the spell released after a full day of charging and preparation, a super-tier magic.
In the game, this specifically referred to powerful skills that exceeded normal tiers.
Its strength was no longer limited to sheer power alone.
It had even transcended the very category of magic.
No matter how powerful a mage was, it was absolutely impossible to cast such a terrifying spell alone.
Any powerful super-tier magic required the combination of numerous powerful war spells.
And not merely simple combination.
It was necessary to ensure that those war spells, like nuclear bombs, would not be released prematurely, and that their synchronization reached perfect alignment.
This was an extremely difficult task.
It required magical power as support, and at the same time demanded extreme control.
Fortunately, Viktor possessed both.
With Vega's power, coupled with his micro-control and unmatched familiarity with skills, he was able to synchronize multiple war spells all at once, single-handedly.
Though by the end, even the mana provided by Vega had been completely drained.
Such an overwhelmingly powerful super-tier magic should be used as little as possible in the future.
In battle, it was better to normally cast a few war spells. Aside from their slightly lacking power, they saved both time and effort.
At the same time, as Doragon's final sliver of HP disappeared, its body gradually dissipated into wind.
White air currents suddenly exploded outward, stirring up one last fierce gale.
After its body completely dispersed, the storm gradually calmed down.
Calamities do not die. Even in this state, they merely exist in another form within the world.
Given enough time, it would still revive somewhere with fierce winds.
And as Doragon vanished, a cluster of pure white energy slowly floated in the air.
That was the source core of the Wind Calamity, Doragon.
Viktor extended his hand. As if conscious, the core of the Wind Calamity slowly drifted toward him.
Then, it attached itself to Viktor's coat.
At this point, he had obtained three calamity origins.
With a swish, the coat that had once been pitch black turned pure white.
That cloud-white color draped over Viktor's body, like a mysterious envoy from the heavens.
Looking at his coat, Viktor's expression remained natural as he calmly muttered to himself, "Compared to white, I still prefer black."
Soon, the cloud-white color gradually sank away, once more covered by inky black.
Viktor narrowed his eyes as he looked toward where the Wind Calamity had disappeared.
A blonde-haired girl was quietly lying on the ground.
Her eyes were closed, perfectly still, like a noble princess from a fairy tale who had been sleeping all along, waiting for a prince to awaken her.