And worse—Alix doesn't just wield them. He's about to combine them.
Velkain's eyes widen, his breath caught in his throat. The Eternal Tempest had consumed all of him… yet before him now is a truth so far beyond his comprehension it shatters the foundations of everything he believes.
"You… what are you…?" he rasps.
Alix's expression doesn't change. His voice is calm, inevitable, and final.
"Your end."
The three Tier 6 formations spin, their energies converging. Flame, frost, and thunder—clashing elements that should never harmonize—bend to Alix's will. They collide, not in chaos, but in perfect balance, fusing into something greater.
The heavens shake. The battlefield quakes.
The sky itself groans as though it cannot contain what is being born.
And then the world sees it—an attack not meant for mortals, a miracle stitched from impossible laws.
Velkain, his clan, even the monster watching—all of them realize in the same breath.
