Dimension System: SSS Rank Talent Awakening

Chapter 210: The Saints’ Last Stand

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The city’s defenders stood battle worn but resolute, bracing for the ultimate assault.

They had faced the enemies army and their devastating forces, but now the true architects of destruction the Voidlords were stepping onto the battlefield.

Dabi watched as the five Voidlords emerged from the horizon, their immense forms casting long shadows over the ruined plains.

Each one was a manifestation of chaos and destruction, their power palpable even from a distance. Behind them marched a renewed tide of Rift creatures and siege constructs, their monstrous forms a stark reminder of the unending war.

"This is it," Dabi murmured, gripping the hilt of his sword.

Beside him, Raghnall adjusted his warhammer, its radiant light dimming the darkness encroaching upon them. "If we fall here, there won’t be another chance."

"Then we don’t fall," Loira replied, exhaustion clear in her voice but determination burning in her eyes.

The Voidlords were monstrosities that defied reason, their forms twisted and alien....

Five voillords are-

Malakar, the Corruptor, loomed as a molten colossus, his semi-liquid body seething with toxic lava and acidic fumes. As he moved, streams of molten sludge burned through the earth, leaving a trail of destruction.

Sylthara, the Weaver, a grotesque amalgamation of humanoid and arachnid, skittered forward on eight spindly legs. Her body shimmered with dark energy, and webs of ethereal strands formed with every step, ensnaring the very air.

Droxus, the Executioner, a hulking figure clad in jagged, blood-stained armor, wielded a blade so massive it seemed to cut the wind itself. His every movement was accompanied by the tortured screams of souls bound to his weapon.

Kaelthar, the Mindbreaker, was a shifting silhouette cloaked in shadows, his mere presence sending ripples of psychic terror through the minds of all who dared to gaze upon him. His whispers promised madness and despair.

Zerathos, the Reaper, the leader of the Voidlords, moved with a predatory grace. His dual scythes gleamed with dark energy, and his glowing eyes pierced through the gloom, promising death to all who stood before him.

The defenders atop the walls froze at the sight of these beings. Fear rippled through the ranks like a cold wind, threatening to unravel the fragile courage they had pieced together after days of relentless battle.

"Steady yourselves!" Aldric’s commanding voice rang out, cutting through the fear. "This is no time to falter. We’ve faced their horrors before and emerged victorious. This will be no different!"

The battlefield lay eerily silent as the five Voidlords advanced toward the Saints, their presence warping the very air with malevolent energy.

On the other side stood Raghnall, Calvin, Aldric and others stood, their weapons blazing with divine light as they prepared for the fight of their lives.

The tension was palpable. Neither side spoke, their movements deliberate as they closed the distance between them. When the first blow came, it was as if the world itself held its breath.

The Saints stepped forward as one, their magical weapons blazing with radiant energy that cast back the shadows.

Raghnall, their leader, turned to address the defenders. "Hold the walls. Do not engage. This fight is ours. If we fall, hold the line at all costs."

Loira placed a trembling hand on Dabi’s arm, her voice low but firm. "We’ll support them, but we can’t interfere directly. They’re our best chance against the Voidlords."

Dabi’s jaw tightened as he nodded, his sharp gaze fixed on the battlefield. "We’ll back them up, but if they fall, we step in."

The Saints moved beyond the city gates, their figures a stark contrast to the encroaching darkness. Each step they took seemed to bring a glimmer of hope, their divine power pushing back against the suffocating aura of the Voidlords.

The molten colossus surged forward, his semi-liquid form seething with boiling magma. Streams of molten sludge flowed from his body, carving fiery trenches into the ground.

Raghnall stepped forward, his warhammer glowing with radiant energy. "Malakar," he called, his voice booming across the battlefield, "your corruption ends here!"

Malakar laughed, the sound a guttural rumble. "You are but a flickering candle in the face of an inferno." He raised his massive arm, hurling a torrent of lava toward the Saints.

Raghnall slammed his warhammer into the ground, creating a dome of light that deflected the molten wave. Behind him, Calvin fired a volley of enchanted arrows, each one striking Malakar’s molten form and causing small eruptions of steam and fire.

From the walls, Dabi opened a portal, redirecting a secondary stream of lava into a distant chasm. "I’ll keep his destruction contained. Loira, can you amplify their strikes?"

Loira nodded, her staff pulsing with light. She raised it high, channeling beams of energy that flowed into Raghnall’s hammer and Calvin’s arrows. The next blow Raghnall landed sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield, staggering Malakar.

"You dare to challenge me?" Malakar roared, his molten form flaring with fury. He charged, his massive arms sweeping toward Raghnall.

Raghnall met the charge head-on, his hammer clashing with Malakar’s molten fists. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered as divine energy met elemental destruction.

With a final, earth-shattering swing, Raghnall drove his hammer into Malakar’s heart core. The molten colossus let out a deafening roar before collapsing into a pool of cooling lava, his form dissolving into ash.

The battlefield seemed to darken as Sylthara approached, her grotesque arachnid body weaving webs of dark energy that ensnared everything in their path. Her ethereal threads shimmered with a malevolent light, cutting through the air like razors.

Selene and Karos charged, their blades glowing with divine energy as they slashed at the encroaching webs.

"You’ll burn in your own flames," Sylthara hissed, her voice echoing unnaturally. With a flick of her spindly legs, she hurled a volley of webbing toward the Saints, trapping Selene in a cocoon of darkness.

"Loira, her webs are too strong!" Dabi shouted from the walls.

"I see it," Loira replied, her voice steady despite the chaos. She raised her staff, sending a beam of concentrated light toward Selene, burning away the webs and freeing her.

Dabi focused, summoning multiple portals around Sylthara. Each portal severed a strand of her webs, creating openings for the Saints.

The two Saints darted through the portals, their blades slicing through Sylthara’s legs. The Voidlord screeched, her body faltering as Calvin’s arrows struck her exposed abdomen.

With a final, coordinated strike, one satin drove her blade into Sylthara’s heart core. The Weaver let out one last, ear-piercing scream before collapsing into a heap of ash and silk.

Droxus advanced slowly but deliberately, his massive blade dragging behind him and leaving deep gouges in the earth. His jagged armor seemed to pulse with malevolent energy, and the tortured screams of trapped souls echoed with every step he took.

"You’ve slain two of us," Droxus growled, his voice a guttural snarl. "But your light will falter before my blade."

Aldric raised his shield, his expression grim. "We’ll see about that."

Droxus swung his massive sword, the air itself screaming as the blade cut through it. Aldric blocked the strike, his shield glowing as it absorbed the impact. "Calvin, take the shot!"

Calvin loosed a volley of arrows, each one aimed at the joints of Droxus’s armor. The Voidlord staggered but quickly regained his footing, retaliating with another powerful swing.

Dabi opened a portal beneath Droxus’s feet, causing the Voidlord to stumble. "Keep him off balance!"

Aldric and Calvin flanked the Voidlord, their combined strikes chipping away at his armor. Loira’s magic bolstered their attacks, each blow landing with greater force.

Finally, Raghnall joined the fray, his hammer glowing brighter than ever. With a thunderous roar, he struck Droxus’s blade, shattering it into fragments. The Voidlord roared in fury, but his rampage was cut short as Karos and Selene drove their weapons into his body. Droxus collapsed, his massive form crumbling into dust.

The battlefield seemed to shift and warp as Kaelthar approached, his form a shifting silhouette cloaked in shadows. His psychic presence was overwhelming, sending waves of terror rippling through the minds of the Saints.

One satin clutched her head, her flames flickering as her focus wavered. "I… I can’t…!"

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"Stay with me!" Loira shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. She raised her staff, casting a wave of calming energy that countered Kaelthar’s psychic assault.

Dabi followed up, creating a reflective barrier around Kaelthar. The Voidlord’s psychic energy rebounded, causing him to falter.

Seizing the opportunity, the saint unleashed a torrent of flames, engulfing Kaelthar in a fiery inferno. Calvin’s enchanted arrows struck true, piercing the Voidlord. Kaelthar let out a final, guttural scream before dissolving into shadows.

The battlefield grew deathly silent as Zerathos stepped forward, his dual scythes gleaming with dark energy. His movements were fluid and precise, his glowing eyes radiating cold menace.

"You’ve slain my brethren," Zerathos said, his voice calm and unyielding. "But you will not defeat me."

(Because of Dabi’s lower dimension world they couldn’t attack together and their power is limited right now.

Their power is limited because the rift gate are closed. It’s a limiter put by the world. Reason will unfold in future chapters.)