The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon, yet the battlefield was already alive with motion. The broken plains from the previous day still smoked, jagged rocks and scorched earth scattered like forgotten memories of a war that had already begun. Aeron stood atop a cliff, the Dragon-Mecha folded gracefully behind him, its scales catching the weak sunlight and shimmering in subtle crimson and gold.
He was not alone. Around him were the remnants of his scouts and elite units—survivors who had witnessed the opening waves of the world's mightiest warriors and lived. Their faces were a mixture of awe and fear; whispers spread through the ranks: "Did you see the power of a Demi-God-class Mecha? The High-God units… they bend reality…"
Aeron's eyes scanned the horizon. Smoke curled from distant forests. The wind carried the faint hum of approaching engines, beasts' roars, and energy surges that could topple mountains.
"Master Aeron," one scout called, "we're detecting multiple God-class Mechas approaching from the east. They… they're faster than anything we've ever seen!"
Aeron's jaw tightened. Faster… stronger… smarter. Perfect. This is the test. He activated the Dragon-Mecha's scanning system, a luminous interface spreading across his vision. Each incoming unit was outlined, their rank displayed clearly: Demi-God… God… High-God.
Aeron inhaled sharply, the weight of responsibility pressing on him. "We have no choice but to engage," he said, voice low but firm. "The survival of our kingdoms—and all allied species—depends on it. Stay sharp. Every movement, every strike counts."
From the ridge beside him, a new voice spoke—soft, melodic, yet carrying unmistakable authority. "Aeron…" He turned, startled, to see a figure approaching. Her robes were adorned with flowing sigils, the color of dawn itself. Princess Selina of the Avaloria Kingdom, his unexpected ally, and soon, something far deeper. Her presence was commanding yet calming, her aura brushing against the air like a gentle storm.
"I thought you would have gone ahead with your scouts," she said, voice tinged with concern. "You shouldn't face these forces alone."
Aeron allowed a brief smile. "I never face them alone. Not truly. But I can't stand by either. The world doesn't wait for hesitation."
Selina nodded, her hands resting on the hilt of a staff etched with glowing runes. "Then we fight together."
Even as their exchange ended, the ground trembled. Clouds swirled unnaturally, and lightning fractured the sky. From the east emerged Demi-God-class Mechas with the weight of mountains, God-class entities riding on energy currents that distorted reality, and High-God-class commanders whose aura made the air itself vibrate. Their approach was silent yet overwhelming, a combination of grace, precision, and lethal intent.
"Spread out! Form defensive perimeters!" Aeron commanded. His voice was calm but resonant, carrying the authority honed in battle. The scouts and elite units dispersed with fluid precision, moving like synchronized dancers in a deadly performance.
The first strike came without warning. A Demi-God-class Mecha slammed into the plains, its landing sending shockwaves that splintered stone and uprooted earth. Aeron pivoted mid-air, scythe glowing faintly with Bloodline energy. The Dragon-Mecha's wings cut through the wind, energy flaring as it countered the incoming assault.
"Predictable," Aeron muttered. "You rely on brute force. Let's see how you handle strategy."
He darted through the air, spinning, slashing, the scythe generating arcs of blue and gold energy. Each strike targeted weak points illuminated by the Dragon-Mecha's scanners. Even Demi-God-class units were forced to react, their formations breaking, their movements disrupted.
Selina was beside him, casting runes that flowed like water, binding enemies' energy currents, redirecting attacks, and reinforcing the Dragon-Mecha's shields. "Your movements… you're not just strong," she said, voice tinged with awe. "You think… you see everything."
Aeron's expression hardened, eyes narrowing. "Bloodline doesn't just give strength. It lets me predict, understand, and adapt. If I fail to think, we all fall."
The battlefield became a dance of titans. Rock shattered under energy blasts, forests ignited and fell, rivers boiled under elemental manipulation, and the sky itself seemed to twist under High-God-class command.
Aeron's scythe cut through the chaos, his aura intertwining with the Dragon-Mecha's systems. Enemy ranks flashed continuously: Demi-God, God, High-God. Each unit's movement, strength, and strategy visible to him like an open book.
Yet amidst the chaos, Aeron caught glimpses of individual stories—an Elite Knight struggling to maintain formation, a Lord-class Mecha protecting its squad, a High-Lord scanning the battlefield desperately. Each life mattered. Each decision mattered.
Hours seemed like minutes, minutes like seconds. The clash continued, unrelenting. Aeron and Selina fought back-to-back, a fluid combination of Bloodline combat and ancient Avaloria magic. The enemies adapted, but so did Aeron. The Dragon-Mecha's AI recalibrated mid-flight, weapons optimizing, shields reinforcing, flight patterns shifting dynamically.
By dusk, the battlefield was a tapestry of fire, energy, and shattered earth. Demi-God-class units lay dismantled, God-class Mechas limping, and High-God-class commanders paused, observing.
Selina turned to Aeron, breathless. "This… this was just the beginning."
Aeron nodded. "And yet, we've proven we are not to be underestimated. Tomorrow… the real test comes. High-God units won't be patient. And the whispers of Supreme God-class presence… they will come."
A wind rose across the shattered plains, carrying the scent of smoke, rain, and distant battlefields. The Dragon-Mecha exhaled a plume of energy, wings stretching wide. Aeron's eyes glinted.
"This world, these kingdoms, this destiny… it all begins with us. And nothing will stop the rise of the Eternal Bloodline."
As night fell, the stars above shimmered with a thousand possibilities, hinting at forces beyond comprehension and enemies yet to appear. Kingdoms, races, gods, and monsters—all watched, all waiting, all challenged.
And Aeron, now more than ever, understood: this was only the opening movement in a symphony of war, power, and destiny.
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