The wind screamed across the summit of Atlas.
Clouds spiraled below the floating platform like an endless sea, lightning occasionally flickering within the distant storms.
At the center of the platform stood the ruler of Atlas.
The Number One.
The man who had watched them climb through every floor.
He looked at them calmly, his posture relaxed, like someone waiting for a game to begin.
His name was Eon Volar.
Leader of Atlas.
A High God.
Not a pretender.
Not a candidate.
The real thing.
Atlas respected only one rule.
Strength.
And Eon Volar stood at the absolute peak of it.
He slowly raised both hands, fingers slightly spread.
The air around him bent subtly—matter responding to his will on a microscopic level.
"Try your best," Eon said calmly.
His eyes swept across the five standing before him.
"Because if you don't…"
His aura began to rise.
"You'll die."
Before the last word fully left his mouth—
Rein moved.
The ground cracked beneath his feet as he launched forward at blinding speed.
Golden dominion energy wrapped around his body like armor.
In a flash—
He appeared in front of Eon.
His fist shot forward.
BOOM.
Eon blocked the punch casually with one hand.
The impact detonated the air.
Rein didn't stop.
He pivoted, delivering a knee aimed at Eon's ribs—
Eon leaned slightly.
The attack barely grazed him.
His counter came instantly.
A single elbow.
CRACK.
Rein was sent sliding across the platform, boots carving deep trenches before he stabilized.
Blood trickled from his lip.
"…Tch."
But before Eon could move again—
A gust of wind exploded behind him.
Kaelus Magna had entered the fight.
The Wind God.
A low deity with martial skill bordering on absurd.
Tempest currents spiraled around his arms as he stepped into close range.
His movements were fluid.
Precise.
He struck three times in a single breath.
Palm.
Kick.
Elbow.
Eon blocked two.
The third slipped past—
But the moment the strike should have connected—
The molecules of the air shifted.
The impact dispersed.
No damage.
Kaelus stepped back immediately.
"…Figures."
Eon looked at him with mild interest.
"A genius of martial arts."
His gaze sharpened.
"But still…"
"Only a low deity."
The next moment—
Shadow erupted beneath Eon's feet.
Darius emerged from the darkness mid-strike.
Shadow Martial Arts.
His fist shot upward toward Eon's jaw.
Eon twisted slightly.
The punch grazed past him.
Darius followed with a sweeping kick aimed at the knee—
Eon countered with a downward punch.
But the strike passed straight through Darius' body.
Like hitting smoke.
Darius smirked.
"Too slow."
His heel whipped upward.
The kick grazed Eon's chin.
Not enough to injure him—
But enough to touch him.
Eon paused.
Then slowly wiped his chin.
A faint smile appeared.
"You pique my interest… Warden."
He removed his shirt casually and tossed it aside.
Revealing a physique built like forged steel.
Every muscle dense with divine strength.
He rolled his shoulders once.
Then looked at all of them.
"Come together."
Lightning exploded across the platform.
Eryndor moved.
He shot forward like a thunderbolt.
Their fists collided instantly.
BOOM.
The shockwave cracked the stone beneath them.
Eryndor attacked relentlessly—eight-fold flow martial arts moving through his limbs like instinct.
Eon matched every strike.
Punch for punch.
Kick for kick.
At first—
They were even.
Base Eryndor keeping pace with base Eon.
But then—
Eon increased his strength.
Just a little.
The difference became immediate.
His next punch forced Eryndor to block with both arms.
CRACK.
Eryndor slid backward several meters.
But the others didn't hesitate.
Kaelus attacked from the left.
Rein from the right.
Darius from the shadows beneath.
Stellar's frost spears formed in the air.
For the first time—
Eon was attacked by all five simultaneously.
Close quarters combat erupted across the platform.
Wind blades.
Shadow strikes.
Dominion punches.
Lightning bursts.
Ice shards.
Their teamwork was flawless.
Each covering the others' blind spots.
Each forcing Eon to react.
For several seconds—
The platform became a storm of divine combat.
Then—
Two strikes landed.
Rein's elbow clipped Eon's ribs.
Kaelus' kick struck his shoulder.
Eon stepped back.
One step.
Two.
Three.
The platform trembled from the force of his footing.
Then he laughed.
A deep, genuine laugh.
"Good!"
The sound echoed across the sky.
"Very good!"
He stretched his neck slightly.
"Let's do this properly."
Across from him—
The team transformed.
Eryndor's body surged with storm energy.
His short black hair shot upward into sharp spikes.
Lightning crackled violently around him.
Wind roared around his limbs.
Darkness flickered beneath the storm.
The hybrid form that defeated Asmodeus.
Beside him—
Stellar rose slowly.
Her hair turned pure white.
Frost spread across the platform beneath her feet.
Her eyes glowed icy blue.
Queen Frost.
Kaelus stepped forward and drew his blade.
Tempest Blade hummed with divine wind.
He inhaled slowly.
Then spoke.
"Wind God…"
The air spiraled violently around him.
"…Tempest Embodiment."
His short black hair lengthened dramatically.
White light glowed within his eyes.
Massive rings of wind rotated around his body like celestial halos.
Darius' shadows exploded outward.
Chains erupted from the darkness behind him.
His eyes glowed deep purple.
His voice was quiet.
"Shadow Embodiment."
Every shadow on the platform bent toward him.
The power of the Warden of the Black Sun manifested fully.
Rein stepped forward last.
Golden dominion energy erupted like a solar flare.
Behind him—
A colossal spiritual figure appeared.
A golden silhouette.
Majestic.
Ancient.
The image of Cyrus — the Dominion God.
Rein's voice echoed calmly.
"Spiritualization."
Golden armor-like aura wrapped his body.
Across from them—
Eon Volar stood alone.
Facing five transformed gods.
He cracked his neck once.
Then stepped into stance.
The air warped around him.
Matter bending to his will.
His voice carried calmly through the storm.
"Come."
The five gods lunged toward him.
And the final battle of Atlas began.