The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 323: The Great Fall (1)

The Titans of Old.

For most of the battle, the warriors of the Solaris House and the members of Eldorin had heard the Titans' threats.

They had witnessed their immense size.

They had endured their pressure.

They had even fought them head-on.

Yet none of that truly prepared them for what the Titans actually were.

Ancient deities.

Until now, they had only glimpsed fragments of that truth. But as the Titans finally unleashed their full will upon the world, the warriors understood. They understood why Amon and Yue had forced them through such brutal training inside the hidden dimension.

At the time, many had believed the training to be excessive—borderline inhuman.

Now they realised it had been necessary.

Because what the Titans unleashed was not simply power. It was nature itself being overturned.

Flames ascended from the ground like volcanic pillars as Pyrrhos flooded the region with infernal fire. Thunder crashed downward in endless chains of lightning as Anemos shattered the heavens with its storm. Meanwhile, Theia commanded the earth to rise and devour everything nearby as colossal vines and forests erupted across the battlefield.

Fire rose upward. Lightning fell downward. The land itself tried to swallow those standing upon it.

Reality felt inverted.

Had the warriors not undergone their relentless training within the secluded dimension, the sheer pressure of these forces would have driven them into madness long ago.

Even so, survival was no longer guaranteed.

Vines the size of warships lashed outward, seeking to entangle anyone still within the battlefield. Forests grew with terrifying speed, forming cages of living wood around retreating soldiers.

Fortunately, the Solaris Commanders reacted first. Carmen and Gallahad unleashed waves of solar fire, burning away the advancing forest and carving open paths for the others to escape.

Blazing infernos clashed against the Titan-born vegetation, turning vast swathes of the battlefield into collapsing fields of ash.

The retreat began.

But the Titans had already crossed the point of no return.

Then the apocalypse arrived.

The entire polar region—once a silent continent of endless ice—was obliterated.

The frozen land shattered into molten craters. Blizzards were replaced with raging storms of fire and lightning. Rivers of magma carved their way through shattered glaciers while tornadoes ripped mountains of ice into the sky. Flames and thunder intertwined, devouring everything they touched. The once pristine white world had become a burning graveyard of destruction.

By the time the eruption of power subsided, the battlefield had been erased from existence.

The surviving warriors had been forced to retreat miles away from the Titans. Many collapsed as soon as they reached safety, their bodies covered in burns, shattered bones, and internal injuries inflicted by the overwhelming shockwaves.

Fortunately, the greatest healers of their generation were present.

Ellahan moved through the wounded like a beacon of divine light, her miracles restoring flesh and bone wherever she passed. Beside her, Ines Mirevale channelled ancient shamanic arts to stabilise those whose souls had nearly been torn apart by the Titans' pressure.

And among them stood Raewyna, spreading the Blessing of the Sun across the injured ranks, mending wounds with waves of golden radiance. Under their combined efforts, the shattered army slowly regained its footing as they continued retreating from the still-raging Titans.

Yet the Titans themselves were far from unscathed.

Even in their prime, annihilating an entire polar region would have required immense effort.

In their current weakened state, such an act had pushed them to their limits. Their mana reserves had been cut nearly in half. The tremendous display of power had drained them deeply, leaving their colossal bodies noticeably diminished.

But to the Titans, the cost had been acceptable.

From their perspective, the battlefield had been cleansed. Turning their ancient gazes toward the distant humans, the Titans watched with cold satisfaction. Most of the warriors were badly injured. Only one or two figures remained completely untouched.

The rest were scrambling to mend their wounds, desperately gathering strength after the devastating attack.

To the Titans, it looked as though their enemies had finally been broken.

"Let's end them before they can recover."

"I will lead."

Despite the immense strain placed upon them, the Titans did not hesitate.

Pyrrhos and Anemos understood the battlefield better than anyone. Their cataclysmic assault had achieved its purpose—the humans were wounded, scattered, and exhausted. If they allowed even a moment of recovery, the tide might shift again.

So they refused to waste a single second.

The two Titans surged forward. Their colossal forms crossed hundreds of miles in mere moments, their presence tearing across the ruined polar landscape like living disasters. Flames and storm clouds followed in their wake as they descended upon the battered ranks of humans who were still scrambling to recover.

When they arrived, Pyrrhos struck first.

The Infernal Titan raised its massive palm, and an ocean of flames gathered within it.

Fire compressed and spiralled into a dense sphere of infernal heat, the temperature rising so rapidly that the surrounding air distorted and screamed. This was not merely a blast of fire. It was a final incineration meant to erase every human standing there. The flaming palm descended.

But before it could strike, a figure stepped forward.

Leon.

One of the only two warriors on the battlefield who remained uninjured.

Leon raised Ascalon and met the Titan's attack head-on. Holy fire erupted from the blade, colliding with Pyrrhos' infernal flames in a violent clash of opposing suns. For a moment—just a moment—the two forces balanced each other. But Leon alone could not hold back a Titan indefinitely.

And that brief hesitation was all Anemos needed.

Like a hawk diving upon helpless prey, the Sky Titan plunged from the heavens.

Lightning gathered around its body in unimaginable quantities. Billions of crackling tendrils spiralled together, forming a storm dense enough to annihilate armies. Each bolt carried enough power to kill an ordinary human a thousand times over.

Then Anemos threw its fist forward.

The storm followed. Lightning exploded across the battlefield in a blinding cascade. Two figures immediately stepped forward to intercept it. Manon and the legendary Sword Saint. Their weapons flashed through the storm with breathtaking speed. Blades carved arcs through the air as they deflected wave after wave of lightning, shattering countless bolts before they could strike the wounded behind them.

But even masters had limits.

There were too many.

Billions of lightning tendrils crashed down simultaneously.

No matter how skilled they were, it was impossible to destroy them all in a single instant. And so the storm broke through. Millions of stray lightning strands slithered across the ground like living serpents of electricity, creeping toward the injured warriors who had no strength left to defend themselves.

In another second… They would all be vaporised.

Then the void split open. A slender white hand emerged from the empty air. With a single motion, it summoned a vast barrier of spiritual light. The shield expanded instantly, forming a massive dome that enveloped every human on the battlefield.

Lightning struck it. Again. And again. Yet the barrier held firm.

The storm crashed against it like waves against an unbreakable cliff. Seeing this, the Titans halted their advance.

Slowly, cautiously, Pyrrhos and Anemos stepped back.

From the rift in space, a figure finally emerged. Yue descended onto the battlefield, her form still radiating the divine presence of her Spirit Goddess transformation. Ethereal energy swirled around her as the barrier remained suspended beneath her outstretched hand with effortless grace.

But it was not Yue alone who captured everyone's attention.

Because lying quietly at her feet… Was a familiar figure.

"... Agnosia!"

"What have you done to her?!"

The Titans yelled in concern and anger after seeing one of their own, the former Titan of Life, lying motionless on the ground.

"What else? She tried to play around with my family's lives… and paid the price."

Yue spoke with a tinge of anger hidden under her voice. She was truly incensed. Not only did the Titans dare to kidnap her future family, but they were moments away from annihilating everyone she protected… just like in her previous timeline.

"So, now… You are going to pay the same price."

Yue moved.

This time, there was no hesitation in her steps—no restraint, no lingering mercy.

Moments earlier, she had held back, mindful of the lives that might still be saved. But now that Arya, Maya, and Aaron had been rescued, the last thread of hesitation had vanished. There was no longer a reason to spare the Titans.

The battlefield trembled as Yue drew upon the deepest layers of her power. Her spiritual sea surged violently while her connection to the Origin Spirit flared to life.

Vast rivers of mana poured into the ancient entity, causing reality itself to ripple around her divine form. The Spirit Goddess raised her hand. Her intent was clear. She would take the heads of Pyrrhos and Anemos here and now.

The two Titans felt it immediately.

They had fought countless battles across the ages, but the pressure emanating from Yue was something entirely different.

It was not simply strength—it was the will of a being who had touched the Origin of spirits itself.

For the briefest moment, the Infernal Titan and the Sky Titan instinctively stepped back.

But then they saw it. At Yue's feet lay the lifeless body of their fallen sister.

The sight shattered the last of their caution.

Rage replaced reason.

The two Titans unleashed deafening roars that shook the ruined polar continent.

Flames exploded around Pyrrhos while Anemos' storms intensified until the sky fractured with endless lightning.

Grief. Fury. Vengeance.

Even if it cost them their lives, they would kill Yue.

The Titans surged forward, ready to ignite a battle that could tear the world apart. But the clash never came. Before the two sides could collide, reality itself twisted.

The sky bent inward like glass under immense pressure. A jagged crack tore across the heavens, spreading rapidly as a violent surge of energy poured out from within the fracture.

Then two figures emerged.

Both were battered beyond recognition. Both were covered in blood, their bodies broken and exhausted from a battle that had clearly pushed them to their absolute limits.

Yet even so… It was obvious who the victor was.

Amon stepped out from the fractured space, standing tall despite the wounds covering his body. In his hand, he gripped the dark blade Nyx, its edge still buried deep within the abdomen of the being struggling beside him.

The Titan King, Agos.

The colossal ruler of the Titans was barely holding itself together. Its once-magnificent form flickered between existence and dissolution, struggling to remain stable as the Heroic-grade blade remained lodged through its core.

Agos' immense body trembled violently.

Its power—once capable of dominating the entire world—was now collapsing under the weight of defeat.

And with that single image, the battle reached its climax.