Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 108: Final Clash (5)

Chapter 108: Final Clash (5)

They weren’t giving Alex a single breath.

Every second in the air felt like walking a tightrope in a hurricane made of stone and steel. The four remaining giants—archer, axe, greatsword, and shield—moved in terrifying harmony, as if they shared the same pulse. Each was a towering embodiment of destruction, their massive forms rumbling across the battlefield like moving mountains. And Khepri—he was no longer just an opponent.

He was the storm’s conductor.

Every time Alex locked onto a core—those glowing, pulsing hearts buried within the stone titans, always shielded but not invulnerable—he found hope. The flash of a crystal through a cracked plate, the stutter in a guard’s movement, the overreach of a blade—

But it was a lie.

Because Khepri was always there.

He danced across the giants as though the battlefield were his stage. He moved with eerie grace—not fast, but inevitable, like gravity. Every step is calculated. Every leap was decisive. He didn’t react—he anticipated. And his Khopesh wasn’t just a weapon, it became an extension of him.

Alex would spot an opening, and just before his katana would reach its target—

CLANG!

Steel kissed steel. Sparks flew like fireflies in a storm. Khepri’s blade would intercept, cutting the moment in two. And then the giants would strike in unison, like wolves sensing weakness.

Every airborne move Alex made now felt like a death sentence.

He was forced to rely solely on his Thunder Platforms, fleeting bursts of lightning mana that sparked into existence beneath his feet, giving him temporary footholds in the air. But even those were struggling to keep pace. The air was thick with pressure, mana, and flying debris.

He couldn’t touch the giants without risking his life to the consuming law surrounding them, so he danced on light, threading a needle between sword swings that split the sky and arrows that cracked the clouds.

Another giant surged toward him.

The shield wielder thrust its massive earth sword forward like a battering ram. Alex ducked mid-air, a fresh platform crackling into existence under his boots. He twisted, redirecting his momentum just in time to dodge. His katana, still coated in roaring thunder, slashed toward the exposed underarm—

"Tch."

There he was again.

Khepri’s Khopesh collided with his blade, a brutal flash of gold and silver. The impact sent a shockwave through the sky, and Alex was flung back. He skidded through open air, flipping, scrambling to conjure another thunder platform before falling.

Below—movement.

The axe giant was already waiting. Its arm moved like a wrecking ball—an impossibly fast horizontal sweep. Alex contorted, nearly folding his body in half midair, and hurled a compressed bolt of lightning at the archer’s eye. The beam slammed into its face, staggering the titan just enough to buy him half a breath.

But it wasn’t enough.

He needed space.

He needed time to think, to breathe, to recalibrate.

But instead—

He got Khepri.

The sovereign form blurred above him, leaping from the back of one giant to another, each movement surgical, and deliberate. His cloak whipped in the wind behind him, his brownish skin glowing with mana, eyes locked on Alex with that unblinking, calculating gaze.

The battlefield was becoming a trap, and Alex was the prey caught in it.

His jaw clenched. His body hurt in places he hadn’t even known could ache. He gritted his teeth and flipped midair again, angling toward the greatsword giant. The titan thundered forward, its earth blade humming with raw power, raised high above its head.

Alex’s pulse thundered in his ears.

He had no more tricks.

So he did what warriors do when there’s nothing left.

He committed.

Mana surged through his limbs like wildfire. Lightning veins danced across his arms, flashing from his fingers to his shoulders. The world slowed. His instincts screamed. His katana shimmered, drawn back like a bowstring.

The giant’s sword fell—a mountain descending from the heavens.

Alex didn’t flinch.

He raised his blade diagonally, angled it just right, letting the edge guide the force and his rotation displace the momentum.

"—Hnn!"

The impact was apocalyptic.

A thunderous boom cracked the air. Wind exploded outward. The shockwave shattered his platforms, sending mana shards flying like broken glass. His arms trembled, his shoulders screaming. The force overwhelmed the deflection.

He flew.

Like a lightning bolt with no storm to land in, Alex spiraled downward, golden light trailing behind him like a dying comet.

BOOM!

He hit the earth with enough force to make it quake.

Stone cracked beneath his body. A crater bloomed around him. Dust surged like a tidal wave. For a moment, only silence followed—heavy, suffocating silence.

Then the pain.

White-hot pain radiated from his back, his arms, his legs. He coughed, blood flecking the air. He tried to move.

Nothing.

His legs were numb. His fingers twitched without strength. His arms refused to obey. A cold shiver ran down his spine—not from fear but shock. His breathing stuttered. Muscles seized.

"...What...?"

For the first time in this battle, he couldn’t move.

Not out of choice. Not from tactics.

But because his body had begun to hit its limit.

He groaned, forcing his elbows beneath him, trying to rise. His muscles trembled. His back screamed. His bones felt like they were grinding against each other. He tried to summon more mana—just a flicker—but the storm inside him had begun to dim.

The lightning no longer raged, as it was supposed to.

Then—

"Sir."

Nova’s clear and firm voice pierced the haze, edged with alarm.

"Your body is starting to reach its limit. Even the nanosuit is running on emergency power. The Limit Break Art is putting even more strain on your body. If you continue at this rate, your body may suffer irreparable damage. You must try to finish the battle. Now."

Her voice echoed louder than the moving titans.

Louder than Khepri’s footsteps.

Louder than the blood pounding in his ears.

And Alex—face buried in broken stone, limbs trembling, lungs burning—couldn’t deny her.

Because in that moment, with the dust settling and the battlefield towering above him—

He knew his body would not be able to continue at this pace, which meant he had to end it as quickly as possible.