Quinn ordered an airborne creature to ignite the path in front of her. Her fiery smile was the last thing they saw as their world went up in flames.
The raging crackles of flames and agonized screaming muffled the battering of armor and weapons. A simple bout quickly showed its true nature, this was something personal.
Light Legion's forces realized this far too late to back out.
As Quinn continued walking through the raging flames, her creatures ran ahead. Clearing out the path for Quill's advance.
That's when several loud Feral roars rung through the battlefield. Each roar was louder than the previous, forcing Quinn to cover her ears if she didn't want to risk going deaf.
Which was enough time for the aggressors to close in on their targets.
One by one, Quinn's creatures dropped dead. Deep, vicious wounds tore their bodies apart. Causing them to explode in a fiery glow.
Trijunn's Ferals slowly made their way towards Quinn. The ground below them shook with every step they took. Faint, beastly growls came out from their jaws as they approached their target.
From behind Quinn, several other growls replied. She smiled, aware of who they came from.
Murmosa came together to challenge Dire's most notorious pack. When the Ferals caught each other's gazes, it was an instant cry for a battle.
Risk and Trijunn stepped forward, unleashing a devastating roar in each other's directions. It was enough to attract the attention of every warrior, Light and Infinus, to watch the battle.
Fighting ceased between the other warriors as they put their weapons down to watch the ensuing brawl. One Risk started.
He grabbed a wee little popper and flung it at them. It whizzed through the air and exploded right in front of Trijunn.
Smoke from the blast masked the Ferals. Allowing Trijunn and his pack to effortlessly run through the explosion and engage.
Trijunn kicked Risk's stomach, delaying his response. Allowing him to upper cut Risk. His head shifted upwards, granting Trijunn the ability to tackle Risk.
Both Ferals fell to the ground. Risk quickly regained control of himself, then grappled Trijunn's shoulders. Not allowing him to land any punches.
Risk took the opportunity to begin kneeing Trijunn's abs. Each knee connected, dealing a good amount of damage to his body. But his opponent wasn't going to standby.
Trijunn struggled out of Risk's grapple. After freeing one arm, he began pummeling his head. Every blow struck the side of his head. Completely dazing the Murmosa Alpha.
"Look at how weak you are, yet how strong you believe you are," Trijunn said in Kenekuor.
His hand reached down for one of Risk's explosives canisters, but ended up receiving a deafening kick straight to his ear.
An endless ring echoed inside his mind. It increased in intensity, forcing him to lose his grip on Risk. Allowing him to crawl from under him.
When Risk got up, one of his Ferals crashed into him. He quickly grabbed her wrist, then spun around. He hurled her towards one of Trijunn's Ferals, slashing their upper back and neck.
Once that was done, he directed his attention to the advancing Alpha. The two exchanged a look of pure hatred.
Risk reflected the image of his leader breaking down in tears after his family was attacked. While Trijunn reflected the same energy he used to take down cataclysmic beasts.
To honor his name, Risk dashed away from Trijunn. Inviting his adversary to chase him. But he was too blind to realize why Risk wanted this.
With every dash, Risk activated one single wee little popper. But left it fasted around his belt. He counted the seconds that passed in his mind, waiting to reach the time to strike.
Tick. Tock. Tick. It was time.
He dashed forward, grappling Trijunn in a tight hug. Then he embraced for the incoming damages.
A flurry of explosions caught the two Alphas. Skin melted, shards of metal dug into their skins, and the explosions left them deaf.
It was Risk's ace. A trick his parents taught him at an early age. When the challenger is as mighty if not mightier, harming yourself while trying to bring them down is only logical.
Chances are, you will die anyway.
The debris cleared. Where two Alphas stood, two badly beaten Alphas took their place. They held each other in a tight hug as they tried to cooperate with the pain.
It was agonizing for them. Being so close to several explosions, while also suffering extreme damage to their skin.
Everyone around the Ferals stood still, watching the two struggle to move. Even their respective packs.
Instead of continuing their bloodthirsty brawling, their Ferals got closer to examine their leaders. When they did, every Feral realized they were still alive.
Risk and Trijunn made a unified effort to break apart from one another. Melted skin tore off their bodies as they moved apart from one another.
Their eyes seemed distant. Where rage and anger was held, it was replaced by an agreement. This would not be their final bout. But it would be a strong tie.
No one dared to move a muscle while they moved away from one another. Their Ferals respected the other pack's wishes to have their Alphas return safely.
Which surprised the surrounding warriors. It was odd seeing foreign packs come to an agreement, and even rarer to see their Alpha Males willingly cease their fighting.
As Risk backed away towards the Infinus Legion, a lonely Valentine walked passed. His entire outfit pulsed blood externally.
Being in the middle of the bloodshed was beneficial for him. Allowing the lover to form a disastrous attack.
His hand shot up to the sky, turning all the incoming rain into a crimson color. In his mind, Valentine specifically ordered the rain to damage Light Legion armor and weapons exclusively.
That command, they heeded. After feeling the rain get stronger, Light Legion warriors began desperately trying to take down the Infinus warriors with whatever they could use against them.
Which was where their backbone arrived to help counter.
A slew of Cemtrin and Yinmars advanced to help maintain control of the situation. One group of beasts made to dominate their natural habitats while the other group of beasts made in myth.
Two Cemtrin rampaged through Infinus warriors. Stopping only when they noticed a single Infinus Cemtras decorated in fine silk and leather.
It looked at them with an unimaginable sense of anger. Not because of their affiliation with the other Legion. But because of their unified stride.
Several other Infinus Cemtrin heeded their masters' orders and went to back up the lonely Cemtras. During the early stages of the confrontation, more and more Cemtrin came from both sides.
Eventually leaving Infinus outnumbered by a long shot. But that didn't deter them. Because every Cemtrin knew just how lethal their smaller allies can truly be.
And they trusted them to aid during the battle. Something several warriors were tasked with, including Kellenas. He stood behind them, brewing up a fierce roar to encourage his side.
When that roar echoed through the field. It marked Infinus' savage return.
At first, Yinmars caught warriors in their trunks then crushed them with it or stomped on them. Whenever they were already busy, they would have dug their tusks through any warrior.
But now, Infinus was turning the tide of war. They were keen on making things right and proving they were there to not prove they were capable of combat.
Instead, they were there to show just how mighty a Legion made from several others was. While they battled along the coast, Ophus and Encur, the two former enemies, rallied together across from where they were.
And Quill was aware of that. He calmly paced through the battling warriors and beasts. Stepping between corpses as his battle-axe weighed down his hands.
Then he stopped. Something caught his attention. But it wasn't something visual, it was a feeling. The feeling of being sucked into something far more powerful than Frost-Waves.
A gigantic water tornado, the spinner Quill's vision was about, kicked up. And with it came the onslaught of goliaths awoken by the attack.
Eldigo, the goliath of the winds. Hiranako, goliath of the seas. And Namsaninus, goliath of destruction all woke from their slumbers. Just as Quill predicted.
But most of them weren't in Imbushko. Only Eldigo was present inside the region. Regardless of where they were, their effects were strong all over Koroth.
A sudden series of footsteps caught Quill's attention once more. Each footstep sounded like thunder from the hard stomping.
"You must be the champion, eh?" Verick commented. "We picked quite the day to battle in. Come for me, mindless brute!"
Quill slowly tilted his head up. The helmet's cloth decoration flew off as the speed and strength of the nearby winds grew.
Once his eyes caught Verick's overconfident stance, he felt the anger Ether must have gone through when they brought family into the interaction.
"I promise, you will not survive today. Eldigo will curse you," Quill harshly replied.
Verick softly chuckled. Then he gripped his mace tighter as he sprinted towards the opposing champion.
It was the perfect scene for a fight. Something Verick dreamed of since the day he made a promise - a promise that changed his life forever.