A/N- people this novel has been rebooted by me, the link is in the novel description, if you want to feel free to read it, but i suggest you just read the reboot, i have done a much better job with that one.THIS NOVEL WILL PROBABLY BE HIDDEN IN A WEEK.
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The sounds of clashing swords and roaring flames filled the air as the fierce battle between the titans and dragons raged on. Both sides suffered heavy casualties as they fought for dominance, but the true test of strength was yet to come.
The dragons called upon their ancient magic, unleashing devastating spells that left many of the titans in ruins. But the titans were not easily defeated. Using their mastery of runes, they imbued their bodies with incredible strength, using it to shatter the dragons into pieces with their bare hands.
Despite their formidable healing abilities, the dragons were struggling to keep up with the brutal onslaught of the titans. The battle seemed to be at a stalemate until the leaders of both races finally mobilized and entered the fray.
Pallas and Kostas, the respective leaders of the dragons and titans, were fierce opponents on the battlefield. Their presence alone was enough to rally their troops and turn the tide of the battle in their favor.
Meanwhile, John moved like a ghost through the chaos of the battlefield, striking down both titans and dragons with ease. As he watched Pallas and Kostas begin to move, he knew that the showdown was imminent. With a determined look on his face, he made his way toward the spot where he believed the two leaders would meet, ready to take on whatever lay ahead.
As John made his way toward the two lords, Henry and William stood back to back, holding off hordes of dragons and titans with fierce determination. Henry took precise shots, picking off as many enemies as he could, while William covered him, swinging his sword with all his might to keep the beasts at bay.
But their defense could only last for so long. As they began to run low on mana, the two men knew that their end was near. They took their final stand against the dragons, fighting with all their might until their bodies could no longer sustain the battle.
On the other side of the battlefield, Geoffrey and Edward were also holding their own against the never-ending waves of dragons and titans. Edward hacked at the beasts with his great sword, while Geoffrey burned them alive with his powerful magic spells.
But even their strength and courage were no match for the endless hordes of their enemies. As the day drew on and the fighting continued, it became clear that the limitations of their human bodies would ultimately be their downfall. The forces of the dragons and titans seemed almost endless, and the two men were eventually overwhelmed.
"John, I leave the rest to you," Geoffrey said softly as he closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Determined to go out with a bang, he activated the nine chains around his heart, causing a massive explosion that wiped out nearly a quarter of both sides of the army.
As the blast tore through the battlefield, the ground shook and debris rained down from the sky. The shockwave of the explosion sent John staggering, but he quickly regained his footing, determined to honor Geoffrey's final wish and see the battle through to the end.
With a fierce cry, he charged forward, cutting down dragons and titans left and right as he fought his way toward the leaders of the two armies. The sound of clashing swords and roars of pain filled the air as John fought with all his might, fueled by his determination to honor the sacrifice of his fallen comrade.
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"KOSTAS, YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU KILL MY SON!" Pallas roared, his voice filled with grief and rage as he locked horns with the titan king.
"I AM THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE SAYING THAT, YOU DAMNED LIZARD BASTARD," Kostas growled back, his one good eye blazing with fury.
The two monarchs were locked in a brutal physical battle, both of them heavily wounded. Pallas had lost a wing and an arm, while Kostas had already lost an eye. The fight was evenly matched, until a spear flew through the small gap between their heads, narrowly missing them both.
"WHICH IMPUDENT BASTARD DARES TO INTERFERE IN OUR BATTLE?" the two monarchs roared in unison, turning towards the source of the spear.
"SHUT IT, YOU DAMNED BASTARDS," John shouted, catching the spear as it returned to his hand. "HUMAN, HOW DARE YOU INTRUDE IN OUR FIGHT?" Kostas sneered down at John with fury.
"DOES IT MATTER?" John asked, his voice cold and steady.
"NO, JUST KNOW THAT YOU ARE DEAD," Pallas replied, moving towards John with a fierce determination.
"THAT'S WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO SAY," John replied, his voice filled with determination as he prepared to enter the fray.
With John's involvement, the battle became a three-way fight where no one had a clear lead. All three of them were taking considerable amounts of damage as they clashed with all their might.
The battle between the three monsters raged on for days, the shockwaves of their clashes causing the deaths of a massive number of dragons and titans. By the end of the fifth day of constant battling, only Pallas, Kostas, and John remained on the battlefield.
Exhausted and wounded, the three of them faced each other, each determined to emerge victorious. The ground shook beneath their feet as they prepared for one showdown, the fate of their respective races hanging in the balance.
As the end of the battle drew near, the three warriors knew that their next move would likely be their last. Desperate to emerge victorious, they each summoned every last ounce of mana they had left, hoping that their opponents would make a mistake that they could capitalize on.
But their hopes were in vain. At the end of the grueling battle, all three lay broken and exhausted on the battlefield. Pallas had only half of his body left, with not much time remaining. Kostas's lower body had been completely severed from his torso. And John, the worst off of all, had only a portion of his burnt body left.
As the sounds of battle faded away, the only sound left was the heavy breathing of the three wounded warriors, each struggling to cling to life. Despite their best efforts, it seemed that the end had finally come for them.
At last, the war had ended but at what cost, with the last remaining embers of his life John spoke to the two half-dead monarchs
"Huuuf-huff-huff, do you see now, my lords, the devastation that now exists?" said John as he surveyed the desolate landscape before him. The once great cities of the dragons and the titans lay in ruins, their once mighty armies now nothing more than scattered remnants of their former selves.
"Perhaps had the two of you listened to our warnings, we could have avoided this," John continued, turning to the dragon lord Pallas and the titan emperor Kostas.
"Cough-cough-cough," Pallas coughed, his body battered and bruised from the long, grueling war. "Say, John, had you a second chance, do you believe you have the power to stop today's events?"
John thought for a moment, before shaking his head. "I'm not sure, Pallas. I like to think that I could, but the reality is that the forces at play were beyond my control."
"Pallas, don't tell me?" Kostas said, a look of shock and disbelief on his face.
"Yes, it's true," Pallas replied. "However, it seems like both our souls are far too damaged to go through the process."
"Could we possibly merge with his to perhaps guide him later?" Kostas suggested, gesturing towards John.
"That is possible, but we will likely stay in a long slumber after it's done," Pallas replied.
"let's do it then, there is no need to think twice," Kostas replied resolutely.
"Would the two of you mind explaining to me what you are talking about…" John's words were stopped before he could finish them.
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chirp chirp chirp, in the middle of an exquisitely decorated room john woke up and shouted, "ABOUT"
"huh, Pallas, Kostas? what the fuck is going on?" john said as he looked around surprised by the situation before walking towards the mirror in the middle of the room…