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Chapter 192: Planet Zordrix end

Under the watchful eyes of the Zordrix world, the Jardil people, and all who had followed the rise and dominance of the Skyclaw Brotherhood, the landscape had shifted.

The once-proud warriors of the skies, Velros Skybreaker's legacy, were now reduced to smoldering ruins and scattered survivors.

It was a nightmare unfolding in real-time, with no way to stop the relentless tide.

The Pig Orcs, their green skin glistening in the twilight, marched with a newfound precision, their brutal savagery now sharpened into a disciplined force.

Each footfall thundered through the ruined maze, a harbinger of doom.

As they moved with eerie coordination, their gaze set on the Skyclaw Brotherhood settlement, the Jardil people in Zordrix watched helplessly.

The surviving members of the Skyclaw Brotherhood, those who had somehow stayed behind, had rallied at their stronghold.

They had believed that their last refuge would hold, that perhaps they could rebuild from the wreckage and rally another defense.

They hadn't realized that the Pig Orcs, under Lyerin's control, were no longer the mindless beasts they once faced.

The creatures had adapted, learning from each skirmish, evolving into something more terrifying than any of the Jardil people could comprehend.

"Velros... how could this happen?"

A woman from the Jardil crowd whispered, her wings folded tightly against her back.

Her eyes, wide with disbelief, remained fixed on the projection, where the sky over the Skyclaw Brotherhood's settlement darkened with the arrival of their doom.

At the gates of the stronghold, the Skyclaw warriors lined up, wings flared and eyes blazing with desperation.

They could sense something was terribly wrong, but no one could fully grasp the scale of the disaster barreling toward them.

Then came the first strike.

A massive Pig Orc, larger and more muscular than any they had seen before, slammed into the gates with its spiked club.

The sound of metal and wood splintering echoed across the ruined landscape.

The few remaining Skyclaw warriors let loose their wind magic, hoping to drive the beasts back, but nothing happened.

The once-powerful gusts of wind that could hurl enemies into the sky now fizzled uselessly against the skin of the advancing Orcs.

"Their magic... it's not working anymore," a voice muttered from the Zordrix crowd. Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire among the spectators.

"They've adapted!" one of the Jardil elders said, his face pale. "The Pig Orcs have learned! It's over..."

Inside the settlement, panic began to set in.

The Skyclaw warriors, once proud and defiant, were now backing away from the relentless march of the Pig Orcs.

Their once-reliable magic had been rendered useless, and their physical strikes did little to slow the Orcs down.

One by one, their defenses crumbled.

Towers were toppled, walls were smashed, and any brave warrior who attempted to resist was met with brutal, swift death.

The once beautiful infrastructure that had symbolized the pride of the Skyclaw Brotherhood—their ornate towers that touched the skies, the grand halls where strategies were devised—were being reduced to rubble.

Pig Orcs tore through stone and wood, obliterating everything in their path. Screams echoed through the settlement, but the Pig Orcs were merciless.

Then, in the heart of the settlement, the Skyclaw Spirit stood—a glowing, ethereal figure that represented the very soul of their Brotherhood.

The spirit shimmered faintly, its light dimming with each passing moment.

The Pig Orcs, their primal instincts drawn to it, closed in like wolves on their prey.

The last of the Skyclaw warriors gathered around the spirit, their backs to the glowing figure, desperately trying to fend off the inevitable.

Their swords clashed against the Orcs' heavy clubs, but the sheer strength of the Pig Orcs overwhelmed them. In a matter of minutes, the last line of defense was breached.

With a final, savage swing, a towering Pig Orc shattered the Skyclaw Spirit.

The ethereal light exploded outward in a brilliant flash before flickering out entirely, leaving behind nothing but darkness and the dying embers of a once-great Brotherhood.

Ding!

[ The Skyclaw Brotherhood has been eradicated. ]

As the notification spread across the realms, the Zordrix planet trembled.

The Jardil people stood frozen in shock, their hearts collectively sinking into a pit of despair.

They had placed their hopes, their dreams, and their very pride in the Skyclaw Brotherhood. Now, it was all gone.

The once-proud citizens of Zordrix could only watch as their idol, their beacon of hope, was snuffed out. Grief swept through the crowd like a storm.

"No... not Velros... not the Brotherhood..." one of the Jardil women cried out, falling to her knees. Her wings drooped, and tears streamed down her face.

"What do we do now?" another voice trembled, as others echoed in despair. "Who will lead us?"

But the worst was yet to come.

As if the very planet sensed the loss of its greatest defenders, the ground beneath Zordrix began to shake violently.

Cracks appeared in the earth, and an ominous darkness crept across the land.

The wind howled as if mourning the fall of the Skyclaw Brotherhood, and then... the shadows came.

Gigantic beasts, their forms barely visible in the dense fog, began to materialize.

Their shapes were mountainous, blotting out the sky as they loomed over the trembling populace.

Their roars, deep and guttural, sent waves of terror through the Jardil people.

Some tried to flee, but there was nowhere to go.

The massive beasts seemed to rise from the very fabric of their world, towering over cities and mountains alike.

Their glowing red eyes pierced through the fog, filled with a hunger that chilled the blood of all who saw them.

The Jardil people screamed in terror, their fear overwhelming them.

These were no ordinary beasts.

They were the embodiment of their deepest nightmares, ancient and primordial, summoned by the very destruction of their beloved Skyclaw Brotherhood.

As the massive shadows took their forms, the Jardil people collapsed into panic and chaos.

The streets of Zordrix, once bustling with pride and unity, were now filled with frantic, fleeing figures.

Wings that had once carried them through the skies with grace now flailed in a desperate attempt to escape the towering monsters looming above.

The beasts—colossal, primal shadows of an unknown origin—moved slowly but deliberately.

Each step they took sent tremors through the planet, shaking the very foundation of the Jardil cities.

Buildings cracked, trees toppled, and mountains crumbled in the distance.

Their sheer size dwarfed everything in sight, and their presence was suffocating, as though the air itself was being drained from the world.

From high above, the Asura girl who had been narrating the Skyclaw Brotherhood's triumphs now stood frozen, her voice stolen by the overwhelming fear gripping her.

She had spoken with such confidence, had cheered for Velros and his warriors with such conviction.

Now, there was only disbelief etched into her face. Her lips quivered as she stared at the projection of the beasts, her hands shaking as she tried to understand what had just happened.

"Velros..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "How... how could this happen?"

She wasn't the only one left speechless. Among the crowds in Zordrix, the disbelief quickly gave way to a profound sense of loss.

Velros, the Skyclaw Brotherhood, their greatest warriors, their hope for victory in the survival games—all of it was gone, crushed beneath the monstrous wave of destruction that had swept through their settlement.

The reality of their situation was sinking in like a cold blade.

A young Jardil boy, no more than twelve, clutched his father's arm as the tremors continued to rock the planet. His eyes were wide with terror, his voice shaky.

"Papa, is Velros coming back? Can he save us?"

The father could only look down at his son, his face pale and drawn with despair.

He knelt, wrapping his arms around the boy, unable to answer. He knew the truth, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

In the distance, the massive shadowy beasts continued to rise.

Their forms became clearer now, their jagged, monstrous outlines towering over the horizon like living mountains.

Red eyes gleamed through the fog, each pair focused on the frightened Jardil people below.

These were no ordinary creatures.

Their mere presence seemed to draw the very light from the world, casting everything in a perpetual twilight.

The Jardil leaders, high-ranking officials who had once stood proudly with Velros, were no different from the rest of the population.

They, too, were filled with fear, their wings fluttering nervously as they looked up at the behemoths looming above.

"What are those things?" one of the council members cried, his voice trembling. "We... we have no way to stop them!"

"How did it come to this?" another wailed. "Velros... Velros was supposed to win! We were supposed to win!"

The Asura girl stood among them, shaking her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "It wasn't supposed to end like this," she whispered. "The Skyclaw Brotherhood... they were invincible. How did this happen?"

As if in answer, the ground shook violently once more, sending shockwaves through the cities of Zordrix.

More buildings began to crumble, and the massive beasts shifted, their giant forms moving toward the heart of the planet's cities.

The despair that filled the Jardil people was overwhelming.

They had believed in the Skyclaw Brotherhood, believing that Velros and his warriors would bring them victory, prestige, and security in the survival games.

Now, that dream was shattered, replaced by the grim reality that their greatest champions had fallen.

The beasts above them were a reminder of that fall—an unstoppable force that would devour them all if something wasn't done.