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The landscape of the Land of Spade was an inferno, scorched by Seraphina's Infernal Devastation. Flames crackled through the village, burning the once mighty structures to ashes. Amidst the wreckage, the giants that had fought Seraphina began to stir, still feeling the effects of her devastating attack. Morgana Ironroot, ever resilient, rose to her feet and thrust her Rootspear into the ground.
With a deep rumble, Morgana activated Primordial Rebirth, drawing upon the life force of the land itself. The land around her glowed with vibrant energy, rejuvenating both herself and the other giants. As the energy flowed through them, their wounds healed, and their strength returned. The giants stood tall once again, ready for battle.
Drazok, noticing something missing, scanned the smoldering battlefield. "Where’s Valkyra?" he asked, concern creeping into his voice.
Morgana’s eyes flashed with a wild gleam as she used Wild Hunt to track Valkyra’s location. "She's just outside the radius of the flames," Morgana reported. "But... she’s down. And near her, I can sense the other mage and Aeliana."
In the distance, Captain Doran stood beside Elder Aeliana’s cage, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Valkyra lay defeated at his feet. Seraphina smiled at this victory, her eyes locked on the giants before her.
Thragor Stonefury, the largest of the giants, growled. "I’ll deal with him. The rest of you, finish her off."
Thragor’s voice boomed across the battlefield as he shouted, "Doran! I’m coming for you!" He slammed his warhammer, The World Anvil, into the ground and unleashed Worldbreaker’s Might. The shockwave from his strike was colossal, splitting the land as it tore towards Captain Doran.
Meanwhile, Gorath Ironblood, his eyes filled with fury, turned to Seraphina. "You and your companion have caused enough trouble," he snarled. Without hesitation, Gorath stomped the ground, triggering Planetshatter. The land shook violently, sending debris and fissures across the battlefield. Seraphina expertly dodged the falling rocks and collapsing terrain, her movements swift and fluid.
But just as she found her balance, towering stone pillars erupted from beneath her, courtesy of Drazok's Earthbreaker’s Grasp. The jagged pillars shot upwards, attempting to impale her. Seraphina weaved through the attacks, her eyes narrowing as she sensed another threat.
Suddenly, Morgana Ironroot appeared before her, thrusting her Rootspear forward. The spear extended with a deadly precision, its sharp tip aimed directly at Seraphina. The roots from the spear wrapped around her, pulling her to the ground. Seraphina gasped in pain as she felt the life force being drained from her body by Morgana’s Earthbind.
Skara Frostvein, standing back, coldly watched the scene unfold. "It’s time for you to face your fate," she whispered, her icy breath visible in the air. She activated Frozen Fate, marking Seraphina with a chilling touch. Seraphina’s movements slowed as her body grew colder and weaker, the frost creeping through her veins. She struggled against the bonds, but the cold was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Thragor’s enormous figure loomed over Captain Doran as the shockwave from his Worldbreaker’s Might reached him. Doran, ever calm under pressure, chuckled as he stood at the base of a tree, leaning casually against its trunk.
"You’ve caused quite the mess," Doran said with a smirk. "Seraphina must have given you giants more than you could handle."
Thragor’s laugh echoed across the battlefield. "She’s likely dealt with by now. She was no real challenge," Thragor replied, his voice thick with arrogance.
Doran stood up, stretching his arms casually. "You sure about that?" he asked. "By the way, that cage Elder Aeliana is in... What’s it made of?"
Thragor sneered. "Doesn’t matter to you, boy. You won’t live long enough to break it."
With a menacing grin, Captain Doran replied, "Let's get this over with. I’ve got better places to be."
Thragor roared in anger and slammed The World Anvil into the ground again, activating Earthshaper. The ground around Doran shifted violently, mountains rising, chasms opening, and walls of stone blocking any escape. But Doran moved with grace, dodging every shift in the landscape, his eyes never leaving the giant.
As Doran leapt into the air, Thragor swung his warhammer, summoning Stormcaller’s Hammer. Lightning crackled through the skies and struck Doran with immense force, sending him crashing into the ground. Thunder rolled across the battlefield as Thragor strode toward his downed opponent.
"You should’ve known better," Thragor growled as he prepared to deliver the final blow with Anvil’s Judgement. The gravitational force of the attack began pulling Doran toward him, preventing any escape.
But Doran smirked as he used the gravitational pull to his advantage. He leapt toward Thragor with incredible speed, using Graviton Grip to amplify the gravity around his fists. The enhanced gravitational force crushed the air around him as he aimed his punch directly at Thragor’s chest.
The punch landed with a deafening crack. Thragor’s ribs shattered, and he fell to one knee, gasping in pain. Doran landed gracefully and stomped the ground with immense force, triggering Planetquake Stomp. The entire battlefield shook, fissures tearing through the land, creating chaos as mountains crumbled and volcanic eruptions tore through the land.
With a menacing laugh, Doran’s aura flared as he charged forward with Fist of the Colossus. His fists, imbued with the raw power of titans, generated shockwaves with every strike. His final punch landed squarely on Thragor’s head, the impact so immense that it obliterated the giant’s skull, leaving his massive body to collapse in a heap.
Captain Doran stood over the fallen body, his hands glowing with power, but as the dust settled, a sinister energy filled the air.
Suddenly, the atmosphere darkened. The ground beneath Thragor’s body began to glow with an eerie light as Throne of Titans was activated. The spirits of ancient giant kings rose from the ground, their spectral forms towering over Doran. Though not as physically strong as Thragor, their numbers and ethereal might created a new challenge.
Doran’s eyes widened as the giant spirits surrounded him, their ancient power radiating across the battlefield.
The chapter ended there, leaving Doran standing in the midst of spectral giants, ready for the next battle against these ancient forces.
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