When Emma stepped off the warship onto the floating observation platform, the scene before her struck her like a blow to the chest. There was no up or down, no left or right—only an endless void, ink-black and littered with drifting nebulae and shimmering stars. Directly ahead, a colossal, fractured continent hovered in the emptiness, so immense and broken it defied description. Its surface was barren, a desolate canvas devoid of life. Rust-colored badlands extended endlessly, while jagged canyons tore the land apart like massive scars. At the continent's center, massive spires rose into the void, jagged and fractured. They looked like the remnants of some ancient, colossal structure, wrapped in enormous, time-worn chains. Even the air seemed laden with an unnamed, primal weight. "So this is the Pantheon Battlefield?" Emma whispered, awe shaking her voice."Yes." Silas stood beside her, his deep-blue eyes fixed on the ruined land with a rare reverence. "This place has witnessed the rise of countless elites. Every inch of its soil is soaked with the blood of peak warriors. To every therian across the interstellar, it is hallowed ground." Behind them, Lucien, Marcus, and Calum emerged. Their expressions were sharp and solemn, eyes slicing across the battlefield like drawn blades, each burning with a lust for combat. "Emma, stay here," Lucien instructed with a confident grin over his shoulder. Marcus held her gaze a beat longer, his tone iron-strong. "Ms. Tibarn, I'll win this." Calum loomed over her, pulling her into a swift, powerful embrace. His warm breath brushed her ear. "Wait for me, Ms. Tibarn." He released her, stepped back, and fell into formation beside Lucien and Marcus. Then the three surged forward toward the battlefield. They shot through the void like arrows released from taut bows, silent only until the next moment.A piercing cry split the air. Lucien's form erupted mid-flight into a massive phoenix wreathed in golden-red Divine Flame, each plume shining like molten crystal. His regal tail feathers left streaks of dazzling fire, and the space around him shimmered with heat. A level eleven peak aura radiated from him, proud and commanding, instantly raising the battlefield's temperature. At almost the same instant, a cold, chilling howl echoed across the void, like the cry of a million-year-old glacier. Marcus vanished into a flurry of frost, and a gigantic snow wolf, the size of a mountain, materialized. Pure white, every muscle coiled with raw strength, it exuded a killing cold that froze the rust-red land in seconds, a stark contrast to Lucien's fiery storm. He, too, was level eleven, but his aura was absolute-zero domination, freezing everything it touched. The clash of these two extremes barely settled before an even more overpowering presence descended like a crown from the heavens.A thunderous roar followed. Blinding white light erupted around Calum as a massive white tiger appeared, dwarfing Marcus' snow wolf. Dark-gold sigils traced his body, while a blazing mark burned on his brow like living fire. His level twelve aura struck like a mountain, instantly overwhelming Lucien and Marcus. If Lucien was the ruler of the skies and Marcus the overlord of the tundra, then at this moment, Calum was the undisputed sovereign of this world. War was about to erupt. On the battlefield, the tension had reached its breaking point. Beneath Calum's near-solid, crushing pressure, Lucien and Marcus exchanged a glance and attacked simultaneously. The phoenix shrieked. Lucien swept his wings, turning golden-red flames into a storm of meteors that screamed through the air, raining destruction across the battlefield.He unleashed everything he had in a relentless barrage. Marcus surged forward right behind him. The massive white wolf's paws slammed into the ground, instantly freezing thousands of miles of terrain. Thick, jagged ice spikes shot up from the earth like a colossal cage, closing in on Calum from every direction. Each tip glimmered with a piercing, blue cold, sharp enough to chill the soul. Fire and ice intertwined, creating an inescapable death trap. On the observation deck, Emma clutched at her chest, heart hammering. A roar tore through the air. Facing the overwhelming onslaught, Calum didn't dodge—not even a fraction of an inch.