The dungeon quaked as Kael's army moved. Sixteen thousand strong, shadows and light marching in perfect unison. War drums echoed from goblin ranks, treants uprooted themselves in slow thunderous strides, kobolds carried banners hammered from ore, and beastmen bore freshly-forged weapons that gleamed with ancestral pride.
Above them, Pyraflame and Aquara cut across the skies, wings burning and foaming. Luminara radiated golden wards, while Umbra slipped in and out of the shadows, his presence untraceable.
Kael walked at the center, his aura linking every summon in a lattice of command.
System Notice:[ Forty-Five Abyssal Entities Awaken. Mini-Bosses: 30 | Floor Bosses: 15 ]
The abyss had heard his challenge. The war had begun.
The kobolds descended into a chasm where molten veins of ore pulsed like arteries of the abyss. From the pit rose a colossal Abyssal Basilisk, its scales black iron, eyes glowing with petrification curses.
The Miner-Kobolds roared, slamming pickaxes into the stone — not to mine, but to shatter the ground, unleashing geysers of molten stone they controlled with runes etched into their claws.The Warrior-Kobolds surged forward, their spears gleaming with ore-shards, striking at the serpent's armored underbelly.
The basilisk hissed, tail smashing through entire ridges — but the kobolds worked as one, drilling through its scales like ore veins.
Their battle was a test of unyielding stone vs. living ore.
In a grove of burned husks, the Abyssal Flame Hydra slithered, nine heads dripping molten bile that scorched earth into glass.
The Treants of Dawnroot advanced in silence, bark glowing with emerald runes. Their roots pierced the scorched earth, purifying flame with blossoms of light. Each time the hydra's heads unleashed firestorms, the treants responded by weaving root-barriers, shielding their kin.
But it was not mere defense — one treant, Elder Rootcaller, wrapped its roots around a hydra head, draining its abyssal fire, turning it into pure mana that cascaded like starlight.
It was a battle of devouring flame against reborn life.
On a battlefield of jagged black steel, the Abyssal Juggernaut waited — a monstrous golem of rusted chains and spiked armor, powered by an abyssal core pulsing like a forge-heart.
The Beastmen-Smiths stood against it. But they were not just smiths anymore — their classes had evolved.
War-Smiths, hammering runes mid-battle into weapons.
Blade-Singers, beastmen who fought with crafted blades that thrummed with song.
Anvil-Breakers, their massive hammers shattering even abyssal steel.
They charged with a unity Kael had never expected. Every strike of hammer against juggernaut resonated like a forge, shattering abyssal chains.
Their battle was steel against steel, craft against corruption.
Under Graknar's howl, tens of thousands of goblins surged across a battlefield of bone and ruin. Their foe was a Bone Colossus, a stitched-together titan of skeletons, its footsteps alone breaking battalions.
But the goblins were not the same pitiful creatures Kael first summoned.
Goblin Berserkers leapt at the colossus, axes glowing with bloody runes.
Goblin Shamans raised totems, calling storms of green fire.
Goblin Engineers unleashed crude-but-deadly siege engines, firing jagged spears the size of trees.
And Graknar, the Chieftain, towered above them — wielding a war-axe twice his size, bellowing chants that whipped his kin into frenzy.
The colossus crushed, but the goblins swarmed. Their endless numbers bit into the giant, ripping apart its bone-stitch with sheer madness.
It was a war of endless tide vs. hollow titan.
Far above, the elemental sovereigns struck at abyssal beasts circling the skies.
Pyraflame clashed with a Storm Wyrm, their flames and lightning splitting the heavens.
Aquara rose from lakes, shattering a Kraken-Beast with tidal waves.
Luminara cut through a swarm of abyssal harpies, wings blazing with radiance.
Umbra danced within shadows, decapitating abyssal generals with surgical precision.
Each sovereign held not just power, but command — their battles were skyward duels that decided the morale of the battlefield below.
The dungeon roared, forty-five abyssal titans raging at once. Kael's forces fought across fire, stone, steel, and sky.
Kael himself stood unmoving at the war's heart, hands folded, eyes closed — not because he was idle, but because he was everywhere. Through the summoner's bond, he saw every strike, every death, every victory.
The abyss had thrown its strongest at him.
But Kael whispered to the void:
"This is only the beginning."
But the war was not he had thought as easy as he think
The kobolds bled stone-dust, treants smoldered, beastmen coughed fire and ash, goblins screamed with triumph and agony, and the elemental sovereigns hovered between survival and collapse.
Everywhere Kael looked, victory was purchased with blood. For each mini-boss slain, dozens of his soldiers lay broken. For every roar of triumph, the abyss screamed louder.
Even as the last colossus fell, Kael knew this was not enough.
The abyss had more. Always more.
He stood atop the fractured battlefield, boots sinking into the molten earth, while the system flooded his vision with messages:
[ Warning: Multiple warfronts at critical collapse. ][ Summons at 32% efficiency. ][ Catastrophic casualties projected in 48 seconds. ]
Kael clenched his jaw.
Two years ago, he would have tried to fight smarter, to hold back, to save. But he had been preparing for this moment since the abyss first tried to bury him alive.
He opened the Skill Store.
[ Total Skill Points: 1,63,460 ]
The sheer number made the interface ripple. Icons stretched across his vision like a star map, each one a possibility — hundreds of F, E, D skills, dozens of C and B, and a radiant cluster of A, S, SS, and beyond.
The system pulsed a warning:
[ You have exceeded normal capacity. Consolidation available. ]
Kael's lips curved. "Good. Let's break it."
He poured 10,000 points into Abyssbane Command (A → S), upgrading his dominion over summons. His voice became absolute law, resonating across the bond. Every soldier — goblin, kobold, beastman, treant, sovereign — froze, their despair wiped clean as Kael's will overwrote hesitation.
[ Abyssbane Command (S): Your summons receive +40% to all stats, immunity to fear, corruption resistance +75%. ]
The battlefield shifted instantly. Where moments before creatures buckled under corruption waves, now they fought as if reborn.
He poured 20,000 points into Summoner's Arsenal (C → SS) — the skill that allowed him to wield weapons in tandem with his summons.
[ Summoner's Arsenal (SS): You can synchronize weapon strikes with your summons. Their skills channel through your attacks. ]
Kael raised his blade. Pyraflame roared, Aquara's tide surged, Umbra howled shadow, Luminara shone — and all of it flowed into Kael's next strike.
He swung.
The air itself screamed, the abyssal tide was split into vapor, and an entire platoon of generals was erased.
He dropped 30,000 points into a newly unlocked core ability: Dominion Core (Unique Rank).
The system hesitated, then reshaped itself:
[ Dominion Core: Converts Skill Points into direct summon empowerment. Each 1000 points sacrificed permanently raises one summon's base growth and skill scaling. ]
Kael's hand trembled — not with fear, but with the sheer weight of power.
"Pyraflame. Aquara. Umbra. Luminara."
He sacrificed 16,000 points instantly — 4,000 each. Their bodies flared, cores mutating, skills stabilizing at higher tiers. Flames turned sovereign-bright, waters deepened into abyss-cleansing tides, shadow sharpened to devour even light, and radiance burned with celestial authority.
The battlefield shook as four Sovereigns ascended mid-war.
But the abyss would not bow.
The ground split, and a Triumvirate of Abyssal Overlords surged forward — remnants of the forty-five bosses, their essences condensed into three twisted forms.
A giant made of molten bones, wielding towers as clubs.
A serpent of void with nine jaws screaming madness.
A spider of shadows whose web pinned half the battlefield in paralysis.
Even his army faltered. Even the sovereigns snarled with hesitation.
He closed his eyes.
[ Skill Points Remaining: 1,07,460 ]
This was not the end — this was the beginning of his legend.
"Army of mine…" Kael raised his hand. "…stand."
His voice cracked reality. His summons howled as one, a single warcry shaking the dungeon-world. The treants regrew, goblins surged anew, beastmen bellowed, kobolds hammered their weapons in defiance.
Kael stepped forward, blade blazing with every element at once.
The overlords descended.
Kael met them.
The clash was not battle — it was apocalypse. Fire, shadow, light, and tide roared with him, while goblins detonated, kobolds dug up magma, beastmen shattered chains, treants rooted storms.
Kael carved into the overlords, his summons tearing through what remained. The abyss wailed — and was silenced.
When the dust cleared, Kael stood alone at the center, cloak shredded, eyes glowing with dominion fire.
[ 30 Mini-Bosses Eliminated. ][ 15 Bosses Eliminated. ][ Triumvirate Overlords Purged. ][ Total Victory Achieved. ]
The system paused… then declared:
[ Dungeon Floor World: Liberated. ]
Kael exhaled. His army roared.
For the first time, he felt it: not just survival, but conquest.