The sky split.
Not metaphorically.
Not magically.
It cracked—like glass under a god's fist.
Clouds were torn apart by an unseen pressure, spiraling inward as the air itself was dragged screaming toward a single point above the ruined capital. Light dimmed. Mana stalled. Even sound felt hesitant, as if the world was afraid to continue without permission.
Every summon felt it.
Every soldier dropped to one knee.
Every general—friend and enemy alike—froze.
Risha's wings snapped open instinctively, her Dominion aura flaring at full strength.
"…He's here," she said.
The Summoner System did not warn Rocky.
It did something worse.
It went silent.
Then—
The pressure descended.
A figure stepped down from the fractured sky, boots touching the air as though it were solid ground.
Demon Lord Carbrarra.
He was not monstrous.
That was the most terrifying part.
Tall. Calm. Cloaked in black and crimson, his form perfectly humanoid save for the crown-like horns that curved back from his temples. His eyes burned—not with rage, but with certainty.
Certainty that this world belonged to him.
Behind him, reality folded again.
One by one, every remaining General emerged.
Gara, the Blade of Carbrarra, her forest mana choking the edges of the battlefield.
Others followed—beasts, warlords, spell tyrants, living disasters—each one capable of destroying nations alone.
They formed a half-circle in the sky.
An execution ring.
Carbrarra looked down.
And smiled.
"So," he said, voice carrying without force, without magic.
"This is the Summoner who broke my chains."
The Weight of a Demon Lord
Rocky couldn't breathe.
Not from fear—but from pressure.
It felt like the world itself was pressing down on him, testing whether he deserved to exist under the same sky as that being. His knees threatened to buckle, but Morvane stepped forward instantly, Iron Warden form locking into place.
A barrier of will slammed down around Rocky.
Risha's aura layered atop it.
Happy screamed as she forced herself to stay airborne.
Lysreth's eyes bled faintly as probability threads unraveled around her.
"Carbrarra…" Risha growled. "You're breaking the balance."
Carbrarra glanced at her—briefly.
"A defect does not lecture its creator."
With a flick of his finger, Risha was slammed into the ground hard enough to carve a crater.
Rocky moved without thinking.
"STOP!"
The word echoed.
Not magically.
Authoritatively.
Carbrarra paused.
That—alone—sent shockwaves through every general present.
The Demon Lord turned his gaze fully onto Rocky.
"…Interesting," he murmured. "You speak as though your voice matters."
Rocky forced himself upright, blood running from his nose.
"You came yourself," he said. "That means I matter."
Silence.
Then laughter rippled through the generals.
Carbrarra chuckled softly.
"Yes," he admitted. "You do."
All-Out War
He raised his hand.
"Kill them."
The generals moved.
The battlefield exploded.
Gara's forest surged forward, colliding with Morvane's defensive domain in a cataclysm of root and steel. Another general unleashed gravity wells that crushed entire city blocks into singularities. Spell storms clashed midair as Lysreth screamed warnings, twisting fate just enough to keep allies alive.
Happy led aerial units through collapsing skies, ripping enemy scouts apart while dodging beams that erased clouds.
Risha rose from her crater, eyes burning, and asserted Dominion—her authority clashing directly with Carbrarra's for the first time.
The world shook.
Rocky stood at the center.
Not fighting.
Commanding.
"Left flank—fall back!"
"Morvane—anchor here!"
"Risha—don't overextend!"
The system reawakened.
ROLE CONFIRMED: REBELLION COMMANDER
ALL SUMMONS SYNCHRONIZED
AUTHORITY TEMPORARILY AMPLIFIED
Carbrarra watched it all.
Calm.
Unbothered.
Then he stepped forward.
The battlefield froze.
Every general stopped mid-motion.
Every spell unraveled.
Every summon felt their link strain to breaking.
Carbrarra stood before Rocky now—close enough that Rocky could see his reflection in the Demon Lord's eyes.
"You lead well," Carbrarra said. "You grow quickly."
He leaned closer.
"But you misunderstand something, Summoner."
Rocky clenched his fists.
"What?"
Carbrarra smiled.
"This isn't a war."
He raised his hand.
"It's a lesson."
The mana surged.
The generals moved again.
And the all-out battle truly began—
with the Demon Lord himself finally stepping onto the board.