That night, the city sky no longer reflected just the neon lights or digital billboards. Flashes of red and violet danced wildly across the heavens—like lightning from another dimension—shaking the foundations of buildings, unsettling the souls of all who dared look up. The air was heavy. The wind carried the scent of ozone, blood, and scorched metal. As if the world itself was holding its breath... refusing to accept that something which should not exist had arrived.
Amid the chaos of a city frozen in fear stood the Yggdrasil Tower—a towering black monolith that once symbolized humanity's progress. Now, it was like a dimensional spike, forcefully driven into reality. The final bastion of the False God.
No infiltration.No disguise.No warning.
They came like a storm.
The Last Six.
Six figures emerged from a teleportation vortex that exploded in the middle of the highway, shattering asphalt and the windows of nearby buildings. The magical aura and spiritual pressure radiating from their bodies made the air tremble, disrupted comms, and fried any drones that got too close.
They were not soldiers.Not saviors.And clearly not ordinary humans.
They were legends buried by time—wielders of will who refused to bow to reality.
Arven Deylac — Tank. Warrior Hybrid.Each step he took shook the street. He slammed the ground with a massive rune-etched shield—a slab of metal glowing with ancient symbols—unleashing a shockwave that obliterated rows of automated guardian drones. His heavy armor burned with intertwining defense glyphs, glowing crimson-gold every time it absorbed a hit."Omega Formation!" he shouted. "Don't give them time to recalibrate the field!"
Syrra Veltaine — Healer. Lightmage Hybrid.Moving beside Arven, her body was surrounded by radiant magical petals. A single gesture of her hand released pulses of light that healed the cracks in Arven's body—and simultaneously scorched the guardian creatures that dared touch that light."I won't let you be the first gravestone tonight," she whispered quickly, her eyes glowing white like torches in a storm.
Veyra Ashcrow — Sharpshooter. Shadowcaster Hybrid.She appeared and vanished behind a veil of black mist. From a rooftop, through smoke and rubble, one bullet pierced the head of an invisible dimensional beast. Her rifle made no sound—yet death's echo was unmistakable.
Nolien Trask — Assassin. Kinetic Mage Hybrid.He sprinted vertically across the glass wall of Yggdrasil. His mag-tech boots gripped any surface. With movement magic, he bent gravity and struck enemy nerve points in near-invisible gestures. Their bodies crumpled like torn rags collapsing from the inside out.
Lorrick Fenwald — Mage. Rune Architect Hybrid.Still. Silent. But his fingers painted sigils in the air like a composer conjuring the apocalypse. A floor of the building rose—and flipped—floor became sky, sky became void. Enemies fell into dimensions he opened at will.
And at the center of them—she walked.
Kaelen Virelith. The Empress. Ancient Magus, tagged: Swormaster.A long dress fused with light combat armor—the Valkyrie Set—shimmered like cursed crystal. Not heavy plating, but enough to stop a magic bullet. Her silver hair flowed softly. Her eyes… twin blades of steel piercing anything that dared meet her gaze.
In her hand—a longsword. Not a staff. Not a wand. Just a blade of will.Each magical motion wasn't a spell—it was a command to reality.A single swing of her sword sliced through the air, tearing open a dimensional rift. Gravity collapsed around her, as if even the world was forced to kneel.
"Don't think about the consequences," she whispered to herself."Tonight... we rewrite the ending that never came."
Then time stopped.Not literally—but in feeling.
Their footsteps echoed through the ruins. No other sound. No distraction.Just a single second, a single breath… enough to know this wasn't just a mission.
This was redemption. This was war against the inexplicable.
The defense walls crumbled. Explosions tore through the night.Guardian creatures emerged from spatial rifts, bearing absurd bodies and ear-splitting howls. They weren't beasts. Not machines. But manifestations of the False God's will—refusing death.
And as the world began to fall apart... the voice came.A voice not carried by air—but whispered straight into the mind.
"Why defy the ordained?I am law.I am form.I am the inescapable reality."
Behind the altar, something blinked—as if a lidless eye peeked through the cracks between dimensions. Dark light pulsed, casting shadows that defied their source. Its form was incomprehensible... and because of that, it threatened existence itself.
A hollow voice. Cold. Layer upon layer of truths turned into chains.Kaelen gripped her sword's hilt tighter. The chill crept up her spine.
"It's starting to realize," Lorrick muttered. "The False God knows we're not just here to destroy—but to change."
At first, local media thought it was a gas explosion. Or maybe a conflict between Hunters.But when drone cameras zoomed in on the attackers' faces...
"We're seeing five—no, six figures. They're storming Yggdrasil Tower! Is this a covert operation? Is this… a war between Awakeners?!"
Cameras focused on The Empress, leaping from the tenth floor with levitation magic. Her sword cleaved the air, slicing steel beams as if they were mist. Behind her, Arven braced falling rubble with his body. Syrra glowed like a miniature sun, and Veyra tore through the night sky like a cursed bullet.
The enemies defied logic. Space folded. Emotions became weapons. Even time... stood still for a moment.Civilians too close could only kneel and weep.
Yet The Last Six never wavered.
Lorrick held off a dimensional blast with a swirl of runes. Nolien pierced nameless beasts with needles of magic. Syrra walked through fire. Arven—though his body cracked like an old marble statue—still stood at the front.
"Empress! Now!" Arven shouted. "If you fall... we all fall!"
Kaelen stopped at the tower's main corridor.Before her—the black altar pulsed with alien magic. Shadowy, nameless faces merged with the walls.She closed her eyes.
"False God," she whispered."If you are law...Then I am the exception."
Her blade plunged into the floor.Cracks spread throughout the building. A shockwave rippled through the tower, shaking the broadcast antenna. Drone footage stuttered. Signals nearly cut off.
People watched from afar—some crying, some praying, some just clutching their phones, recording with trembling hands.And from within the live broadcast, a single question emerged:
"If they're not Hunters... who are they really?"
The answer remains unknown.But one thing is certain—tonight, history changed.