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Chapter 643: Departure
The sky did not simply pulse this time.
It strained.
The translucent surface of the domain trembled as if something immense pressed from the other side, trying to break through. Across deserts, forests, ruined cities, and fractured kingdoms, every battle slowed just enough for attention to rise upward.
Because the numbers were no longer climbing steadily.
They were accelerating.
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[Leaderboard of Regalon Exarch]
Vael Drakhar
Points: 998,772 Seris Vanthell
Points: 997,940 Kaedor Asgeron
Points: 997,311 Lyxara Bloomreign
Points: 996,884 Tharion Fluxbane
Points: 996,420 Nyrelis Gravewhisper
Points: 995,992 Vokren Ironpulse
Points: 995,331 Elaris Thornshade
Points: 994,870 Zevran Hollowflare
Points: 994,211 Maevra Duskwaltz
Points: 993,905
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The moment the board stabilized, it destabilized again.
Points surged in bursts.
Not single kills.
Mass eliminations.
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Vael Drakhar stood at the center of a fractured basin where entire squads had been forced into close quarters. Around him, layered fabricated constructs no longer resembled simple spirits. They fused into overlapping forms, shifting between weapon, shield, and artillery within a single motion. A massive structure rose behind him, then split apart mid-swing into dozens of smaller units.
He extended his hand.
The constructs didn’t attack outward.
They folded inward first.
Then exploded outward in a radial cascade of blades and projectiles that curved mid-flight. Fighters attempting to block were struck from angles they couldn’t predict. One opponent raised a barrier only for a second wave to phase through and strike his core from behind.
Vael stepped forward into the chaos he created, the constructs reforming around him instantly.
Points surged.
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Seris Vanthell moved through a battlefield already swallowed in shadow.
Her Dreadling-derived constructs had evolved. They were no longer just winged predators. Some had elongated limbs that pierced through multiple targets at once. Others split mid-flight into smaller entities that reassembled after striking. The shadows themselves thickened, distorting depth perception.
A group tried to surround her.
They vanished.
Not cut.
Not blasted.
Erased within the shifting darkness.
She reappeared behind the last survivor.
A thin black filament extended from her fingertips.
It touched his spine.
His body collapsed in segments.
Points surged.
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Kaedor Ashenveil stood within a storm of fire that had long stopped resembling flame.
His Exotic Flame variants overlapped.
One layer burned cold, freezing targets before igniting them from within. Another layer devoured energy constructs, causing attacks to collapse mid-flight. A third layer detonated in delayed pulses, triggering chain reactions seconds after impact.
A team attacked him with synchronized strikes.
The moment their attacks entered his domain, the flames reacted differently to each one.
One beam froze.
Another bent.
A third was consumed entirely.
Kaedor stepped forward.
The flames surged outward in spiraling columns that chased retreating enemies, curving, accelerating, adapting mid-flight.
They didn’t miss.
Points surged.
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Lyxara Bloomreign raised both hands.
The battlefield responded.
Vines erupted, but not randomly. They formed layered structures, weaving into each other, growing into towering plant constructs with multiple heads. Each head moved independently, tracking targets, predicting movement.
One opponent leapt into the air.
A vine followed.
Split mid-motion.
Reformed above him.
Crushed him downward into the ground.
The roots below opened and absorbed the remains.
Lyxara’s control extended further.
The entire terrain became hers.
Points surged.
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Tharion Fluxbane stood surrounded by rotating weapon systems that had evolved beyond static constructs.
Each weapon shifted form mid-rotation.
A cannon became a blade mid-fire.
A blade split into multiple projectiles.
Every shot altered the battlefield geometry.
Explosions didn’t just destroy.
They redirected.
A group attempted to charge through his firing zone.
The first explosion forced them to leave.
The second collapsed the ground beneath that path.
The third detonated behind them.
They were funneled into a single point.
A final blast erased all of them.
Points surged.
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Nyrelis Gravewhisper moved through close combat like a phantom with weight.
Her blade did not simply cut.
Each strike left behind a delayed echo, but the echoes had evolved. They did not repeat the same motion. They adjusted slightly, striking different angles based on the opponent’s reaction.
One enemy blocked her first strike.
The echo struck his wrist.
His guard dropped.
The second echo struck his neck.
He fell before understanding what had happened.
She moved without pause.
Points surged.
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Vokren Ironpulse slammed his fist downward.
The shockwave that followed did not expand evenly.
It twisted.
Curved.
Wrapped around obstacles and targets.
Incoming attacks bent mid-air, pulled into his control. A barrage meant to overwhelm him reversed direction, slamming into the group that fired it.
He stepped forward.
Every movement he made shifted the battlefield slightly.
Fighters lost footing.
Angles changed.
Momentum betrayed them.
Points surged.
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Elaris Thornshade stood within a lattice of rotating spell formations.
Each layer interacted with the others.
One deflected.
One slowed.
One amplified.
When an enemy attack entered the field, it was processed, altered, and then returned.
A projectile slowed, multiplied, then fired back.
A beam curved into three separate streams.
A melee strike missed entirely as the space itself adjusted.
Her counterattack followed instantly.
A chain of spells detonated in sequence, each feeding into the next.
Points surged.
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Zevran Hollowflare raised his hand.
Explosions did not occur immediately.
They marked.
Small flashes appeared across the battlefield, barely noticeable.
Then—
They triggered.
Not at once.
In sequence.
A fighter dodged one explosion and stepped into another that hadn’t existed seconds ago.
Another blocked an attack, only for the ground beneath him to detonate moments later.
The battlefield became a delayed minefield of destruction.
Points surged.
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Maevra Duskwaltz moved like flowing intent.
Her strikes did not just damage.
They dictated.
Every movement forced a reaction.
Every reaction led to another strike.
She stepped forward, her blade tracing a curved path that forced her opponent to block. That block opened his side, which she struck, forcing him backward into another angle she had already prepared.
Her attacks chained seamlessly, locking enemies into sequences they could not escape.
Points surged.
Across the domain, all ten reached the threshold.
The moment the first crossed, the sky broke.
A pillar of light descended around Vael.
Then another.
Then another.
All ten were engulfed.
[Qualification Achieved: Asura-Rank]
The world around them dissolved.
Not shattered.
Not destroyed.
Removed.
Their bodies lifted, pulled through the light.
And they arrived.
The space was vast. Empty. Controlled.
Behind them, the Chaos Refinement Storm spiraled endlessly, absorbing fragments of entire kingdoms, battlefields, and energy streams.
Before them were nine figures.
Almond stood at the center.
Around him, Lily’s Dreadlings shifted like a restrained storm.
Ainen’s flames floated in layered forms, each carrying different properties.
Natalia’s arsenal rotated slowly, weapons shifting shape mid-motion.
Kayla’s plant spirits coiled beneath the surface.
Saffa’s spell formations hovered in quiet alignment. Clovelle stood motionless, her blade reflecting faint light.
Fraisea’s constructs turned slowly.
Gopu rolled his shoulders.
The pressure hit instantly.
Not force.
Presence.
Vael stepped forward slightly, his constructs forming instinctively around him.
Seris’s shadows thickened.
Kaedor’s flames flickered.
Lyxara’s vines stirred.
Everyone of them reacted.
Not out of fear.
Out of instinct.
They were no longer the strongest here, and they understood it.
All the awesome cards they got, and then combined those cards to acquire evolved powers...all of that belonged to these nine people.
Almond spoke.
"You’ve reached the threshold."
His voice was calm.
But it carried weight.
The storm behind them surged slightly.
"You’re no longer players." Almond smiled. "You are now members."
The word settled heavily.
Vael narrowed his eyes. "Members...of what?"
"Members of the Order of Regalon Exarch."
...
Constructing a giant interdimensional airship using Almond’s Fabricated Spirits, Dreadlings, and Ainen’s exotic flames, the nine of them finally departed the bottom-tier plane with ten subordinates.
Previously, the playground of losers filled with slaves, and the kingdoms that lorded over them, it was now transformed into a playground of chaos that would produce powerhouses for their Kingdom of Ananta Regalon!