The conversation between the two Kings was abruptly curtailed by the sheer, devastating force of General Thrain Ironhand'sfifty thousandVoid energy

  Then, with a casual disregard for gravity, Thrain used his Void elementTier 3 Elemental Master

  He instantly teleported

  "Hey, man, where have you been all this time?" Thrain’s voice cracked, a deep, emotional tremor appearing in the ancient General. "Did you truly come back to life, or are some other beings using your shell to play cruel, unforgivable tricks on us?"

  Gronak nodded slowly, his eyes reflecting the deep, bloody bond they shared. "Hey! Iron. I am the same person you protected all those centuries, the same person who fought every endless battle along with you, and the same person who was finally defeated and cast out alongside you. My soul remembers you."

  Thrain’s final, lingering doubt dissolved. This was his King. This was his brother in arms, the only person who had given him purpose after the world consumed his family. Thrain immediately surged forward and embraced Gronak

  The promise Thrain clung to was Gronak's instruction to transcend his suffering, become a respected figure of terrifying power, and endure until natural death claimed him—a death that never came naturally to masters of their caliber.

  Gronak allowed the emotional release, his face slowly transforming from nostalgic warmth to a terrifying, predatory menace. He knew Thrain’s loyalty was absolute and unbreakable.

  "Hey, Iron," Gronak said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, dripping with cold malice. "Could you grant me one last wish before we depart this world for our duel?"

  "What is it?" Thrain asked, already willing to sacrifice his life for his King.

  Gronak’s smile widened, pointing at Borin’s rapidly reorganizing forces below. "I want you to kill all of Borin's troops. Every single soldier. Leave nothing standing."

  Borin, hearing this chilling command, was instantly shocked, his human face momentarily losing its composure. Thrain was not just a General; he was the only Tier 3 personstrongest individual

  Just as Gronak spoke, he felt a familiar, potent elemental surge, a distinct Core Energygolden light emitting from the Dwarf Palace

  Gronak’s smile turned fully venomous. "Thrain," he hissed, his voice filled with ancient, burning malice. "There are two specific individuals who carry the cursed lineage of that fucking Beatrice

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  Gronak then projected his voice across the entire battlefield, amplified by his colossal elemental power, sounding like the wrath of a vengeful god. "Hey, Guys! It’s me, your previous King, the true ruler, and the father of your present King, Gronak Stonehead! I want some troops to support me! If anyone volunteers, you will be rewarded beyond measure. But if you refuse to help us, my General, Thrain Ironhand, will see to it that you are all brutally massacred! Make your decision, now!"

  The chilling ultimatum paralyzed the troops below. The fear of Borin, was nothing compared to the immediate, visible terror of Thrain Ironhand—the blood-soaked legend who had just effortlessly annihilated an entire division of soldiers.

  The troops fractured. Around half of Borin’s sidefour lakh (400,000) soldierstwo lakh eighty thousand (280,000)Tier 3 General, Thrain Ironhand

  With the stage set, the war between Gronak and Borin was reignited, but on a cosmic scale. Thrain, without hesitation, turned his back on the duel and began his deadly, inexorable flight toward the palace.

  Borin and Gronak exchanged one final, chilling, hate-filled look. They both activated their elemental power to the maximum, and with a blinding, dimensional flash, they teleported

  They reappeared instantly on a neighboring, unnamed planet—a desolate, aquatic world dominated by a vast, churning ocean, broken only by patches of blue, ice-covered surfacesrock-solid blue continentscrushed and vaporizedvortexes

  Gronak and Borin immediately drew their swords. They were both Tier 2 Mastersall 18 elemental powers

  Their first clash was catastrophic. The metal of their swords met with the force of an exploding star, generating a shockwavetsunami-like water waves

  Back on Aetheleon, the immediate, overwhelming threat was General Thrain Ironhand

  Inside the palace, Morlin

  "Your Highness! Marshal Thrain Ironhand is coming towards the palace! He wants to kill us all!" the soldier stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror.

  Morlin, utterly confused, demanded, "Why? Explain yourself! I haven't heard what madness is happening outside!"

  The soldier recounted the shocking sequence of events: the resurrection of Gronak, the sudden, emotional allegiance of Thrain, and Gronak's chilling threat to massacre the entire kingdom and the lineage of their human enemies. "Madam," the soldier concluded, his voice barely a whisper, "your father-in-law wants to kill you, Prince Zayn, and his friends. After eliminating all of you, he is going to destroy the entire Dwarf Kingdom, turning it back into the chaotic hell of his reign!"

  The news felt like a waking nightmare

  She knew the truth of Thrain's power: Borin had spoken many times of Thrain’s peerless strength, endurance, and mastery of the elements. The same man her husband revered as a formidable, near-unbeatable force was now coming to murder her family.

  Morlin, channeling the quiet, desperate strength of royalty, instantly issued a protective order: "Bring me 150 Ministers

  Morlin looked at the wounded Zayn and the comatose Jai. She knew 150 Ministers, however skilled, were merely speed bumps to a Tier 3 master like Thrain. But the hope of the Dwarf Kingdom rested entirely on their ability to survive the Tier 3 Elemental MasterThrain Ironhand