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Captain Doran stood amidst the swirling chaos, watching as the spectral forms of seven giant kings materialized before him. Each of them radiated a powerful, ancient energy that seemed to warp the very air around them. Doran sighed, shaking his head. "This is about to be a drag," he muttered. Despite his nonchalant words, a smirk crept onto his face. These spectral forms were a challenge, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
The seven spectral kings stood towering before him, their forms shimmering with ethereal light. These were no ordinary giants; they were the ancient rulers of the Land of Spade from over a thousand years ago. Each of them once held dominion over different regions, and their unique abilities had made them legendary.
King Durakor, the Stone Lord: A massive figure whose domain was the mountainous regions of the land. His fists could break through mountains, and his command over land magic made him the ultimate defender.
Queen Iskarra, the Frost Empress: The ruler of the frozen north, her control over ice and snow was unmatched. Her mere presence caused the temperature to plummet, and her frost magic could freeze entire armies.
King Veldrax, the Thunder Monarch: Commanding the skies and storms, Veldrax's lightning strikes were known to level cities. His Thunderstaff was said to call down bolts that could rend the heavens.
Lord Vornak, the Shadow Titan: A master of darkness and shadows, Vornak could manipulate the very fabric of light and dark, blending into the void and appearing where his enemies least expected.
Queen Zelara, the Flame Sovereign: With dominion over fire, Zelara’s flames were hotter than the sun itself. She could summon volcanic eruptions with a snap of her fingers, her temper as fiery as her power.
King Gorrund, the Iron Tyrant: Known for his unbreakable body and mastery over metals, Gorrund’s command of magnetism allowed him to bend weapons and armor to his will.
Lord Kalvan, the Tempest Lord: Ruler of the seas and winds, Kalvan could summon tidal waves and hurricanes. His trident commanded the oceans, and his fury was as fierce as the storms he conjured.
Captain Doran stared down all seven kings, cracking his knuckles. "Could really use Kiera right about now," he quipped, "but I guess I’ll just have to do this myself." His eyes narrowed as he began to charge energy from the very land beneath him. The ground quaked as power flowed into his fists.
"I’ll finish all seven of you in one punch," Doran declared. The air around him crackled with raw energy as he prepared to unleash his most powerful attack. "Let’s see how you handle this… Cataclysmic Wave Fist: Maximum Output!"
With a roar, Doran launched his attack. The shockwave from his punch obliterated everything in its path, flattening the landscape and sending tremors across the land. The very tectonic plates of the Land of Spade shifted as his fist broke the sound barrier, releasing a force so powerful it caused tidal waves and volcanic eruptions in the distance.
But as the dust cleared, the seven spectral kings began to reform, their ethereal forms untouched by the destruction. Doran’s eyes widened slightly. "Tch," he muttered. "So, you’re not going down that easy, huh?"
The kings wasted no time. All seven of them attacked simultaneously.
King Durakor launched Mountain’s Fury, summoning colossal boulders from the ground and hurling them at Doran with devastating force. Each boulder was the size of a fortress, crashing down with enough power to level cities.
Queen Iskarra unleashed Frost’s Wrath, a blizzard of razor-sharp ice shards that filled the air. The temperature plummeted, and the very air froze, turning the battlefield into a frozen wasteland.
King Veldrax called down Skybreaker’s Thunder, summoning bolts of lightning from the heavens that split the sky. Each strike was charged with enough energy to disintegrate anything in its path.
Lord Vornak faded into the shadows, using Voidstep, his ability to teleport through darkness. He reappeared behind Doran, launching tendrils of shadow to ensnare him.
Queen Zelara conjured Inferno’s Rage, summoning rivers of molten lava that cascaded toward Doran, threatening to consume everything in flames.
King Gorrund used Magnetar Grasp, pulling the very metal from the earth, forming spears and chains of iron to bind Doran in place.
Lord Kalvan raised his trident, summoning Tempest’s Wrath, a hurricane of wind and water that spiraled toward Doran, the storm threatening to tear him apart.
Captain Doran, seeing the onslaught of attacks, shifted into Gale Force Step, moving faster than the eye could see. Each step created a shockwave of hurricane-level winds, and he dodged the attacks with blinding speed, reappearing in different locations as the kings tried to track his movements.
As the kings’ attacks collided with the ground where Doran had been, the battlefield erupted in chaos. Boulders, ice shards, lightning, shadows, lava, iron, and wind clashed, creating an apocalyptic scene of destruction.
Doran laughed as he dodged their attacks, his body glowing with power. He activated Iron Body of the Titan, his skin hardening like a fortress. The attacks that landed on him bounced off, absorbed by his indestructible body. "Not bad," he said, his voice echoing through the chaos. "But you’ll need more than that to take me down."
With a surge of energy, Doran charged forward, launching Dragon’s Fang Strike. His hands glowed with cosmic energy as he tore through space and time itself, ripping through the spectral kings with devastating precision. Each strike left rifts in reality, the very air shimmering with the destructive power of his blows.
He targeted King Durakor first, shattering the giant’s mountain form with a single punch. The spectral king dissipated into nothingness.
Next, he turned to Queen Iskarra, her icy form no match for the heat of his Dragon’s Fang Strike. The frost shattered, and she vanished into the wind.
Doran moved with blinding speed, striking down King Veldrax before he could summon another storm. The thunder king fell, his lightning dissipating into the clouds.
One by one, Doran tore through the remaining kings. Lord Vornak’s shadows were no match for Doran’s speed, and he was obliterated in a flash of light. Queen Zelara’s flames were extinguished by Doran’s overwhelming power, and King Gorrund’s iron chains were shattered like glass.
Finally, Doran faced Lord Kalvan, the last of the spectral kings. With a mighty roar, Doran unleashed the full force of his Dragon’s Fang Strike, tearing through the storm and striking Kalvan down with a single, devastating punch.
As the final king dissipated into the ether, Doran stood amidst the devastation, his fists glowing with cosmic energy. The battlefield was silent, the once-mighty kings reduced to nothingness.
A few minutes later, Seraphina landed beside him, her eyes scanning the destruction. "You alright?" she asked, her voice calm but filled with concern.
Doran, still catching his breath, nodded. "Just need a little rest," he replied. "You?"
Seraphina shrugged. "Took me longer than expected to handle the giants," she admitted, her tone light.
Doran chuckled. "Let me guess, you put them under an illusion and made them fight each other, didn’t you?"
Seraphina blinked in surprise, then smirked. "How’d you know?"
Doran laughed. "I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I didn’t have a technique to counter illusions."
Captain Doran then looked at Seraphina curiously. "So, what exactly were you doing while you had those giants under your illusion fighting each other?" he asked, a sly grin on his face.
Seraphina smirked. "I was searching through an underground temple I found on the left side of the village. I thought I’d find something that could help us break Aeliana out of that cage, but I came up empty-handed," she admitted, a slight frown crossing her features.
Doran nodded thoughtfully. "Well, at least we have her back now," he said, glancing over at Aeliana. "Even though she still can’t speak, she can at least point and communicate a little."
As they conversed, a sudden, dark presence filled the air. Both Seraphina and Doran immediately snapped to attention, their instincts flaring as a shadow shifted before them. From the darkness emerged Kaelus Obsidian, the 3rd of the Eclipse Sovereignty. His appearance was sinister, an evil gleam in his eyes as he strode forward with an ominous aura surrounding him.
Seraphina’s eyes narrowed, her body instinctively glowing with her inner fire. Doran took a defensive stance beside her.
“Well done,” Kaelus said with a slow, mocking clap. “I must say, I didn’t expect the two of you to handle the giants so easily. I should’ve prepared for someone of your strength, Seraphina. I assumed the five universes would send some low-life mages to save Elder Aeliana. Not someone of your caliber.”
Seraphina’s anger flared. “How do we break Aeliana out of that cage?” she demanded, her voice sharp and filled with fury.
Kaelus chuckled darkly, his gaze drifting lazily toward Aeliana, then back to Seraphina. “There is no way out,” he said nonchalantly. “You see, we never had any real plans for Elder Aeliana. She’s nothing more than a decoy, a distraction designed to waste your precious time. All part of our scheme to throw the five universes off balance.”
Seraphina’s body began to ignite with hellfire, her rage at Kaelus’s words evident. Flames curled from her form as her eyes blazed with fury. “I’ll burn you to ash!” she hissed, preparing to unleash an attack.
Kaelus, seemingly unfazed by her power, smiled chillingly. “Ah... Infernal Dragon’s Breath? I see...” His voice was calm, but his eyes began to glow ominously. “Don’t bother. I already know what attack you were about to use before you even thought of it.”
Doran, standing beside Seraphina, clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing as he thought to himself. Does Kaelus really know what Seraphina’s planning? Or is he just bluffing to throw us off?
Despite the rising tension, Seraphina maintained her stance, her confidence unwavering as she glared at Kaelus. But then, Kaelus’s expression darkened, his eyes flashing with eerie light. “You’ve already made your mistake,” he murmured. “Now... Eye of Domination.”
In that instant, Seraphina froze, her body completely immobilized by Kaelus’s power. His Eye of Domination took full control, bending her will to his. Kaelus’s eyes glowed with an unnatural light, his lips curling into a malevolent smile.
“With my Eye of Domination, I can control anyone simply by looking into their eyes. Even a mage as strong as you cannot resist its power.” His voice was dripping with sinister glee.
Seraphina’s body tensed, but she couldn’t move, locked under Kaelus’s command. Doran watched in shock, powerless to break the hold Kaelus had over her.
Kaelus took a step forward, his eyes locked onto Seraphina’s frozen form. He leaned in slightly, his voice a venomous whisper. “Now... go kill Aeliana.”
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