The battlefield was a living storm of chaos. Even after the strategist’s massive humanoid avatar had fallen, the rift in the sky refused to settle. Neon blue and golden streaks tore through the clouds like electric veins, pulsing with a rhythm that seemed almost alive. The air itself vibrated with energy, carrying a low hum that grew steadily into a deafening roar. Soldiers, rogues, and healer teams had regained a fragile control, but it was clear the game had not yet ended. Every eye on the field was drawn upward, to the unstable rift, and to the looming structure forming within it. Ryu stood at the center of the battlefield, calm and composed, his glove glowing steadily, synced to every piece moving across the board. Soldiers moved with perfect coordination, every step and strike aligned as if invisible threads connected them directly to him. Lyra darted along the rooftops, striking at rogue units with deadly precision, while Kael maintained the front line, his shield forming a wal

The battlefield was still chaotic, yet a strange tension lingered in the air. Hybrid creatures continued their relentless assault, and soldiers struggled to maintain formation. The sky above the temple-core glowed with neon blue and golden streaks, casting an otherworldly light across the battlefield. Ryu stood at the edge of a shattered platform, observing the chaos with a calm, calculating expression. His glove pulsed steadily, as if syncing with the rhythm of every piece on the board. Lyra crouched atop a collapsed wall, daggers in hand, taking down hybrid creatures with precise strikes. Her communicator crackled with urgency. King! Every move you make resonates with the battlefield! But that core… it’s beyond anything we’ve ever faced. You have to reach it, or everything will collapse. Kael’s voice cut through the static with measured authority. Ryu, the formations are holding, but the moment you move closer, the core will respond. Its energy is alive… unpredictable. Elir

The battlefield was quiet, but tension still hummed in the air. The temple-core floated steadily above, its golden glow bathing the merged cityscape in soft light. Hybrid creatures had withdrawn to the shadows, sensing the change in power. Soldiers and civilians cautiously resumed their positions, but every eye remained on the temple-core and the newly recovered tablet, its strange runes pulsating faintly, as if whispering secrets from another realm. Ryu stepped closer to the tablet, his calm expression unchanged, though his glowing glove subtly brightened as it responded to the energy beneath his fingers. He could feel the pulse of something ancient, something alive within the runes. Lyra crouched on the parapet above, her dagger spinning lazily, but her eyes were sharp, tracking every micro-movement of the tablet’s surface. Kael stood firm by the terrace edge, shield ready yet at ease, understanding instinctively that the real challenge was not in defending the battlefield but in w

The merged world basked in a rare calm as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long golden streaks across the rebuilt cities and ancient ruins. Soldiers were cleaning and reorganizing, civilians moved carefully through the streets, and hybrid creatures that had once threatened chaos now rested quietly in designated zones. Yet even in this peace, a subtle energy thrummed beneath the surface, a pulse that hinted at something unseen stirring within the merged realms. Ryu stood at the edge of the temple platform, his posture calm but alert. His glove glowed faintly, a soft pulse synchronizing with the energy that hovered around the newly stabilized temple-core. Guardian remained behind him, a silent sentinel whose blue glow was now steady and serene. Lyra leaned casually on a broken pillar nearby, spinning her dagger with a grin, while Kael kept his shield ready, scanning the surroundings. Elira moved among the nearby healer teams, her presence both comforting and alert. Lyra tilte

The golden and blue glow of the newly formed gate cast long shadows over the merged ruins, and the air itself seemed to hum with quiet anticipation. Soldiers and civilians cautiously moved around, tending to their tasks, but their eyes repeatedly drifted toward the gate and the stone tablet that had activated it. The faint whispers floating from the runes carried a rhythm that felt alive, like the memory of a thousand past lives lingering in a single breath. Ryu stood before the tablet, calm expression painted across his face, his glove glowing steadily with soft golden light. The subtle pulse of energy beneath his fingertips resonated with the rhythm of the gate itself, as though the tablet was testing not just his touch but his understanding of the board. Lyra leaned casually against a broken pillar, spinning her dagger between her fingers, her grin playful but her eyes alert. “King,” Lyra said, her tone teasing but tinged with curiosity, “I think I like this whispering. Feels li