There were a lot of [World Bosses] that could be summoned in the [System]. A lot of resources that could be harvested.
But ultimately, the cost to get those resources was astronomical, so humanity hadn’t really farmed them actively.
Three times these things had been summoned, three times they had been killed at horrendous cost, three times there’d been furious debate over if the next battle would be on purpose.
The Leviathan had cleaned the oceans.
Ymir’s essence was terraforming Mars.
And when the Earlking had been killed, he’d granted them inner-system fast travel capability via the “fae realm”.
That last one had been especially annoying to fight, summoning the legions of the fae, phasing in and out of reality until they were eventually killed.
At least that particular mess had taken place in Alpha Centauri, at a nice long distance from anything they needed to protect, and for the first time, the sentence for summoning a [World Boss] without permission had been carried out by someone other than the boss itself.
It didn’t matter if someone had had a “secret technique” or a “surefire way to win”, if someone else had to step in and clean up and there had been any possibility of innocents getting caught in the crossfire, summoning a [World Boss] was a capital crime.
Anyway, when humanity had tried to expand the fast travel system to the asteroid belt, they’d realized that [World Bosses] could only be summoned once a decade.
But humanity had still whipped itself up into a frenzy and that energy had to go somewhere.
Getting World Items always cost lives, but the mentality towards them had begun to shift during the planning phase for the Earlking battle. It was no longer about how the world would desperately fight a powerful beast, but about a potential sacrifice for the good of humanity.
Anyone who dared step up was guaranteed a massive payday, support for their loved ones in case of disaster and whatever “honored” status their home nation provided, be that knighthood, a medal, or something else.
Germany in particular didn’t have anything like that, it was a very young country and most of the historical knightly orders and other organizations had been tarred by association with the Nazis. Those fuckers had pulled on every even remotely interesting historical achievement for propaganda purposes, and anything involving them was dicey, to say the least.
Some people had even pushed for Isaac to found a new “knightly order” of some kind, using his knowledge and position as [Hildebrand’s Heir], but he’d declined. That was not only extremely self-congratulatory, it also sounded like a fuckton of paperwork.
All in all, the “I love me wall” in Isaac’s office currently looked like a glitter nuke had gone off in front of it.
And, of course truth-telling [Skills] would make sure that all those who fought the [World Boss] were volunteers, without being pressured or even just capitulating to general peer pressure.
Another thing that had been utterly vital to properly hammer out had been a proper chain of command, which would begin with the military but have people like Isaac on hand and able to throw in their own opinions. Not override the person in charge, that would cause all sorts of issues, but give strong advice, leaving it up to the boss which advice was to be followed.
Of course, the leader would be picked on two important traits: not being Ardouin and actually being the opposite of the man. In other words, willing to listen to advice and compromise.
Obviously, this still left the issue of certain people being listened to despite not being in charge, their advice being taken as orders, but the situation was messy, no two ways about it. Steps were being taken to make it less messy, but they’d never have a completely smooth run. It just wasn’t in the cards.
These battles would almost certainly not end humanity as a whole, and the spoils of war were incredible, however, they could be expensive. Ruinously so.
But twenty-five years after the [System] had arrived, humanity summoned the first [World Boss] with the specific intention of killing it for its World Item.
Ziz, the Primordial Beast of the Air, King of the Skies, He who blocks the Sun with his Wings.
Should be “fun”.
***
This battle once again took place on Pluto, so that even should something go really wrong, they’d have plenty of time to figure out a solution.
Most of the people present without ships were S-Rankers, with the vast majority of those being Generation Zero like Isaac.
Not Gen One, Gen Zero, because someone in the UN had gone very much overboard with the classifications.
Gen Zero was anyone who’d been an S-Ranker during the Leviathan incident.
Gen One was anyone who’d gained the [System] upon Initialization, but became an S-Ranker after the Leviathan had reared its ugly head. People who hadn’t rushed towards the peak at quite such an insane pace as Isaac had, and those who’d taken a longer path to power.
For example, one Cameron Smith, nowadays known as Cameron the Calamity, the [Chimera] of Austin. That investment hadn’t paid off in time for the Leviathan battle, but he had reached the heights Isaac had expected him to.
In fact, he was currently floating in space a few kilometers from him, Void Dragon wings flapping gently as softly glowing blue eyes raked the surface of the planet. And Isaac knew that beneath his normal-looking skin, monstrous muscles coiled like starsteel cables, and the skin itself was almost as tough as Isaac’s armor.
Another example was Wyatt Reyes, whom Isaac hadn’t personally encountered since Singapore. Instead of purely focusing on information gathering as he had in the first timeline, he’d headed down to R’lyeh and poked a whole lot of stuff that really shouldn’t be poked and gained some kind of truly insane eldritch [Class].
Two Grimoires floated before him while some kind of beast floated in and out of reality around him, a constantly varying number of beaks, tentacles, and slavering mouths barely perceptible, only really becoming “real” when Isaac wasn’t really paying attention to them.
But there were many, many people here with interesting and terrifying powers here.
After Gen One, you obviously had Gen Two, which was comprised of people who’d been alive during Initialization but not unlocked the [System], which was what the twins would hopefully become, in time.
Gen Three was anyone born after the initization and in a sane world, that would have been the end of it, but there was more.
The fourth Generation was comprised of people who’d been born with bloodlines and gained boosts from their parents, while the fifth was basically the same as the fourth, except it was descended from other S-Rankers. Really, calling the S-ranked descendants of S-Rankers the second Generation would have made more sense, but in the end … bureaucracy.
Speaking of bureaucracy, Isaac had gotten a fuckton of requests, “orders”, bribes, and more besides, from people asking him to keep specific people safe or, as it were, not safe.
For example, both of New Zeeland’s S-Rankers would be here, and some people in its government were very concerned about the situation. With a population of five million, they were well ahead of the standard curve of one S-Ranker per 10 million inhabitants, something they were, understandably, very proud of. But with the nature of [World Boss] battles, that sort of thing could change in a single moment of tragedy.
But that particular nation didn’t really have to worry. Especially about the Undying Flame, the first of the pair to reach S-Rank.
Rashid Boateng had started out as some type of spell blade based on the phoenix, before shifting his path into something involving celestial bodies and eventually, space itself. Even if Isaac hadn’t known the man to be smart enough to not put himself in an unescapable situation, his build prevented him from falling victim to the trap of drawing aggro you couldn’t survive.
Isaac continued to look around the area, taking note of some of the interesting new faces, until things finally kicked off.
Seriously, this wasn’t going to be as bloodless as the usual resource-gathering battles. But it was going to happen, and Isaac was damn certain that things were going to be less bloody with him there.
***
Humanity beware, a World Boss has been summoned! Bear witness to his name and tremble:
Ziz, Primordial Beast of the Air, King of the Skies, He who blocks the Sun with his Wings
This is a monster meant to be an opponent for your entire species, and in your own words, “hang together or hang separately”.
Good luck!
The warning was the exact same as the last three times, just with a different set of titles. At least this time around, they were a little less dicey than “Living Hellgate”.
Beneath the summoning circle, the ground shattered and for a brief moment that was all that happened. Scary message, broken ice, and nada on the monster appearing.
But then, the ice was vaporized into steam and something began happening to the surrounding space, but it took Isaac an embarrassing amount of time to figure it out. In fact, he wasn’t even the one to first get what was happening.
“It’s pulling in every stray bits of gas it can find to form an ‘atmosphere’,” one of the ship captains warned.
Ah, that made a disturbing amount of sense. [World Bosses] could normally only be summoned in areas with a compatible environment, yet they hadn’t had one lick of trouble summoning an air beast in an airless void.
The process took around five minutes, during which everyone was forced to tensely wait and take the occasional potshot at the active summoning circle that wasn’t actually, you know, summoning.
And when it actually completed, it was so sudden that even Isaac jumped a little.
Ziz surged out of the circle like water spewing from a Geysir, manifesting within the bounds of the runic drawing and expanding to its true size as he got further from the circle
In hindsight, the first line of defenders had been way too close, and that damn bird was way too fast, wrapped in a bubble of gathered atmosphere almost ten kilometers across, barely able to contain the titanic eagle-thing with its eight-kilometer wingspan. Not to mention that the air bubble was a whirl of power and fury, making it almost as deadly as the ocean around Leviathan had been.
A wall of lasers, railguns, particle beams and artillery spells washed out from the line of battleships and S-Rankers that had been sitting pretty at a mere hundred kilometers above the surface.
Isaac scanned the monster, mentally revising his plan. As expected, Ziz was a massive bird, but he’d thought it would fly in a similar way to the Void Dragon, where it could flap its wings and just go. Instead, it was moving through space by riding on its personal bubble of rending wind, tearing into anything and everything that got just a little too close.
The real issue was that having a purely magical means of conveyance meant that the only way to immobilize that fucker was to kill it, there were no real weak points like the joints of the wings that could be targetted to slow it.
Regardless, Isaac tried, accelerating using his flames while scanning the monster with [Knowledge Seeker], imbuing his massive Leviathan-tooth sword with [Logos Blade], and finally switched to [Challenger of the Apocalypse] for the final approach.
[Speed of Hati] was the non plus ultra for speed, after all.
[I Am The Sword] blasted him clean through the beast’s wing joint just in case it had some small effect, making sure to position his actual weapon so that it carved straight through several important tendons. And as he passed through, he triggered his Leviathan armor’s once a day abiltiy to wreath himself in the Leviathan’s fire, scorching the inside of the bird’s body with the wrath of one of its compatriots.
It did damage, but not enough. Sure, damage was damage, but the monster was still going to smash straight through the frontlines and reach the artillery platforms and the ships carrying mages behind the frontlines. They didn’t have anything close to the defenses of the ships of the line, or the people capable of easily standing besides these vessels.
He’d even used [I Am The Sword] in its “shoving” mode, which prioritized imparting momentum over penetration, but the monster was so massive that it hardly do anything.
However, what Isaac had failed to account for was that not only was this his fourth [World Boss] battle, it was humanity’s fourth battle. There were people here who’d grown up, or at the very least, grown in Levels, watching those fights and creating plans about what they’d do if they’d been present.
For most of them, these were just daydreams, aspirations that would never be reached, but there were those who knuckled down and fought to reach the heights they aspired towards.
And a trick whose story had grown to legendary proportions had been the various “Colony Drops”. Isaac wasn’t entirely sure where the name had come from, but the idea was solid. Summon a fortress or other large manifestation, and drop in on the bad guy’s head.
Not to mention that out in space, you could reach insane speeds before manifesting your shining citadel of light around yourself and bodyslamming the [World Boss] back into the ground.
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Lau Kant was an S-Ranker from Argentinia and his regular, “human”, form was one of the inhuman Isaac had encountered thus far, being some sort of celestial race that flat out doubled his size, with ashen white skin and deep black hair that shimmered with celestial light.
However, none of that was visible at the moment, as he was currently transformed into an immense automaton that strongly resembled an angel, a power core burning in his chest, energy flowing off him in waves. Yet everything paled in comparison to the citadel, which hit with enough force to send the [World Boss] tumbling backwards, ass over appetite, until it hammered into the surface of pluto with enough force to send cracks radiating outwards for dozens of kilometers.
And then, Kant began to burn, solar plasma erupting outwards and first scorching Ziz’s feathers, then the flesh below as the area around Ziz took on properties akin to those of a star’s heart.
It was inflicting not insignificant amounts of damage, and holding the beast back for now, but it wouldn’t last. It never did, not against a [World Boss].
Things were the same each and every time when a [World Boss] was knocked back on its ass. The first blow landed, the secondary effects came into play, the monster started paying attention to whoever had managed to land the blow and finally brought the full force of its power to bear against whoever had managed to land the attack.
Ziz’s wings beat, flexing against the surface of Pluto, ice and rock shattering for dozens of kilometers around, while Kant went flying as if he’d jumped into the universe’s biggest trampoline.
“Back!” Isaac snapped at anyone who wasn’t already backing away. They had a window for a successful retreat, they needed to use it. A fighting retreat, granted, but they had an entire solar system’s worth of space to play with. And both Earth and Mars were currently on the other side of the sun. They could play the keep away game for a very long time.
With an indignant squawk that no one outside the creature’s atmosphere bubble heard, Ziz launched himself back into space as he drew his atmosphere bubble back together.
For a long moment, that was how the [World Boss] moved through space, wings spread out in a gliding position as an oblong bubble of gasses and water vapor pulled him along. It would be bad if it reached the ships, but they were already retreating, so it should be fine, right?
It. Wasn’t. Fine.
The bubble shrank as parts of the bubble were siphoned off and compressed on its leading edge.
They were immediately targetted, lasers and particle beams tearing into them and causing the matter packed together to tightly it had become liquid, superheating it and causing parts of it to erupt outwards, but it wasn’t doing much.
Nuclear strikes were more effective, missiles slipping into the bubbles and blasting them apart, but even so, they didn’t exactly destroy anything. The projectiles were just compressed gasses that, when scattered, could just be re-compressed.
Isaac blasted through Ziz from the side, going after another set of tendons, but that was mostly because he didn’t have anything truly vulnerable to go after.
As he flew through, he switched over to his Ymir armor set and unleashed both its fire and froststorm daily abilities, tearing through the monster’s insides.
For a brief moment, the [World Boss] stumbled, but it didn’t do anything for more than a few seconds. He was a lot less suited to fighting that thing than he’d been to combatting Leviathan. It was independent of a planetary surface, it couldn’t be knocked about since it was anchoring itself to a bubble under its own control, and it was too massive for him to neatly strike it in multiple spots.
Soundlessly, Ziz hurled the hundred-odd air bullets into the fleet, with the projectiles further compressing themselves mid-flight until they tore through the armor of the targetted ships. Once inside, they decompressed explosively and blew massive chunks out of the vessels.
The explosions might not be powerful enough to destroy warships outright, but that didn’t change the fact that these ships were primarily armored on the outside. By the time their exterior cracked open and vented the overpressure, vast swaths of the interior had already been obliterated.
Having several dozen warships damaged and falling behind would have been bad enough already, but the real issue was what happened next.
The air spread out to form massive dragnets that swept through space during their journey back towards the [World Boss], catching small craft and individuals and pulling them into the range of the monster.
Mages, aerokinetics and others with the ability to remotely interact with the nets managed to rip open several, and many of those caught within were able to escape as well, but not everyone was able to get out.
Claws flashed and the beak snapped, and a few seconds later, they’d had another thousand-odd casualties.
Nope, this wasn’t going to work.
Due to the limits of the compressed-air bombs, Ziz wound up switching to crescent blades to carve open anything that was too close.
Fucking … whatever.
The order to go FTL was given almost immediately. Whoever was in a position to do so jumped a full thirty light minutes towards the sun, but this still left behind a sizeable portion of the army.
Currently, there was no such thing as a non-magical FTL drive, all manner of faster-than-light movement was either a ship commander’s [Skill], spatial/teleportation magic channeled through some manner of amplifier built into the ship, or large portals, all of which were specific for a single ship. Nothing that could easily be applied to an entire fleet.
Isaac could have easily joined those that successfully escaped, as could multiple others, but they could easily zip off at any point. Those stuck here couldn’t.
He was here, with with Boateng, Arthur, Elena, Reyes, and two more he wasn’t too familiar with in his immediate vincinity.
The demonic juggernaut, Lan Mercer was one of Australia’s S-Rankers, who’d made enough of an impression for his government to arrange for him to get a full set of Leviathan armor. That being said, he wasn’t currently wearing his helmet, letting his long black hair stream down his back and drape over his black ram’s horns. He was also heavily armed, with two khopeshes hanging from his belt and a greatsword strapped to his back.
All in all, it didn’t seem like he was going to do anything with his armament, instead, he was limbering up as though he were about to throw down with the [World Boss]. Which wasn’t too unlikely, as he was the single physically strongest human in the world. Isaac didn’t know which [Class] gave him the power, but he had a [Skill] that allowed to massively increase his physical strength at the cost of mounting strain on his body, to the point where he had a near constant one-third boost and he could whip out far greater blows at a moment’s notice.
The second unknown was the Norwegian Aiden Larsen, a dryad with supernaturally perfect features, albeit with a slightly green tinge, a whip-sword loosely held in one hand as he intensely studied the monster.
“We need to hold that thing back,” Isaac stated. Everyone already knew that, but it didn’t hurt to repeat it. And then, he followed the statement up with a plan as they scattered, peppering the advancing calamity with lighter attacks.
Half a minute or so after the big exodus, a single ship returned, appearing with a flash of light as an [Alcubierre Drive] collapsed and normal spacetime reasserted itself.
“Well, everyone, get on!” Isaac ordered as he turned and went right back for Ziz. He and anyone who cared to help would distract the monster, and the ship would survive the occasional near miss.
The Scientia Quaesitor was something that in any even remotely sane world wouldn’t have been in the hands of civilians, but the world had lost its mind a while ago.
It was a three-hundred-meter long vessel built for what could be best described as “armed exploration”, built by the best very finest engineers of both the university and Camelot, and ownership was shared by both.
Thick but lightweight armor plating made from the finest alloys in existence, the best propulsion methods in existence, constantly updated whenever something new was discovered, and a thoroughly enchanted internal structure that could use [Portal], [Alcubierre Bubble] and a wide variety of squad-level movement [Skills] to take the entire vessel FTL made it both fast and survivable.
On the offense front, there wasn’t that much, just a massive railgun built into the vessel’s spine, six particle beam turrets with settings for both anti-ship and point defense settings.
However, the lacking armament was mostly because the main source of damage output was the crew. This was a vessel belonging to organizations with the planet’s densest concentration of S-Rankers. A casting circle was located at both the bow and stern of the ship, with another dozen spread out across the hull, running down the length of the ship in three rows of four.
Even so, they held back to avoid drawing the monster’s ire. For now.
Telekinetic magic and portals yanked the stragglers into the Scientia until it was bursting at the seams before it vanished, once again tearing through space at a pseudo-velocity well beyond light speed.
At the same time, they’d finally gotten everything into position to use one of the [System’s] strongest creatures as a punching bag. Mostly, they’d gotten people out of the way who’d have otherwise been obliterated.
Mercer was the first to make an overt move as he shifted into a massive demonic form, sixty meters tall, with deep crimson scales and a draconic tail whipping out behind him. He might not have had the multiple lives or the full nigh-immortality of a [Raid Boss], but in every other aspect, he might as well be one.
He exploded forward using a sword he was telekinetically holding in place as a springboard, his immense demonic power slamming into the weapon to increase his forward momentum.
Windblades and airbombs hammered into him one after another, but he always pushed himself back onto the proper trajectory while others began to intercept attacks.
For a long moment, he was Ziz’s sole focus, likely only surviving due to his being outside of the air bubble.
Then, he reached the monster’s domain, and … punched it.
His muscles bulged and Isaac could feel the immense power being unshackled and poured into a singular attack, which hammered into the immense air domain and shattered it like glass.
Isaac’s jaw dropped, he’d clearly underestimated the power of that strike, but his surprise didn’t stop him from sticking to the plan and doing his part.
First, Mercer had shattered the air bubble, so Boateng was able to close with the monster’s rear and begin to unleash his power. Deep black armor began to be layered onto him as he drew on his [Void Armor] while dark energy wrapped his blade and space itself tore behind him like the maw of a primordial beast opening.
Ziz wasn’t going to go in there by himself, obviously, but Reyes was already at work, space shortening between the monster and the pocket dimension, while Larsen stepped up to the plate, literally.
Phantasmal bark manifested briefly as he slipped into a separate world, specifically, the world tree, before he stepped back into the real world right in the monster’s face, with a thick branch appearing underfoot.
With a titanic burst of power, the world warped as more and more of Yggdrasil itself came into being, burning with power. Literally, in four spots.
One which howled with a freezing wind, the other feeling like a grave, filled with despair and death, a third that rang like steel on steel and the impression of bloodshed, and a fourth that overflowed with life.
Spectral armor rapidly flowed over Larsen as the energy began to be condensed into his body. He stood still for a long moment, before striking.
Back on Earth, before the [System], ordinary humans had been able to breach the sound barrier on muscle power alone, using a whip.
And Larsen was hardly ordinary.
His whipsword tore through space almost faster than Isaac could follow, tearing a massive gash across Ziz’s chest while the energy of the world tree followed into the wound, which had already been steaming with freezing and deathly energy before the full might of the attack landed.
Ziz went flying, the air-bubble that kept the monster able to maneuver not yet reassembled, through countless slashes that Boateng had carved into space, which tore up the monster’s back.
But the real goal was getting the monster into the void space, whose entrance slammed shut behind it. Well, almost. Enough space remained for them to add insult to injury by throwing in a few more attacks.
Elena grasped as much water as she could and hurled it away to ensure that Ziz couldn’t gather the vapor again before unleashing [Moonbeam] after [Moonbeam] into the pocket dimension.
And Arthur just hurled Excalibur into the hole, repeatedly, carving chunk after chunk out of the monster.
After another two minutes, the Scientia Quaesitor came back, with every magic user on the team in the four frontmost casting circles, Karl on the bow circle next to the railgun’s muzzle.
Isaac could see the intricate spellwork of Patrick’s, Raul’s [Nature’s Wrath] empowering it, Karl fusing the energy into the weapon and Amy’s ability holding the whole thing together.
And then, the ship fired, the entire vessel being flung backwards as a dart made from the single densest alloy currently in existence was hurled at the [World Boss]. Magic crackled across the projectiles for a long moment, until the moment of impact, where they detonated in a burst of tremendous energy.
They got more three shots off before the mages were spent, and at that point, everyone was already aboard the Scientia. A damn good thing too, since that was the point when Ziz cracked open the pocket dimension, looking utterly furious.
But before the [World Boss] was able to do anything, the ship warped away.
***
“… And now we’ve got a fucking [World Boss] loose in the solar system!”
“As far as we knew, our preparations should have worked, and we still have time to kill it.”
“But …”
That was basically how the last three hours had gone, on repeat.
Accusation, reasonable response, whiny counterattack.
They really should have done this in Alpha Centauri, but as tricky as intra-system FTL travel was, inter-system movement was a million times more difficult. After all, the whole thing was still fully [System]-dependent.
There were currently three grades of technology.
[System]-dependent, which was where most new developments began, things fully linked to [Skills] and the like. It worked, but was hard to improve upon and the underlying principles weren’t always known.
Magitech, which still drew upon mana and enchantments to work, but could theoretically be worked by anyone with a mana pool and the necessary expertise.
And finally, the pinnacle of technology, the Null-tech, which functioned entirely on pre-[System] physics because ironically, that was where the magic lay.
Because once you could achieve something entirely without magic and arcane materials, you could improve it however you wanted, replacing materials with magical equivalents, layering on enchantments, slapping on [Skills], and everything else one could imagine.
In other words, humanity’s FTL capability was currently in the “technically, it works” stage, making an extra-solar [World Boss] battle a logistical nightmare.
The argument continued, but they did have time. The solar system was vast, Ziz was stuck well below light and if humanity had actually had the chance to plan ahead, they could outmaneuver the beast.
***
Attack after attack tore up the [World Boss], particle beams ripping large furrows into its skin while nuclear missiles detonated in the air bubble, sadly inflicting not very much damage.
And then, the ships jumped away once more, leaving behind the shattered wrecks of a battleship and two cruisers, which the monster had managed to take out with pre-charged air bombs.
There went the last of their expendable munitions.
Isaac sighed. They’d done quite a bit of damage, but even so, they’d taken massive damage and were in desperate need of repair and resupply.
Modern warships, be they ocean- or space-going, were damn powerful, capable of things well beyond what any ordinary person was capable of. In fact, they could replace anyone below the fourth Evolution when it came to fighting.
But they were also expensive, ruinously so, and required fuel, munitions, and countless other supplies that individual fighters did not. Humanity’s mighty spacegoing warfleets were out of this fight. Not destroyed, but still useless.
While almost a decade’s worth of space-based development was being systematically trashed, they’d tried to lock up the [World Boss] three more times.
It had worked twice, but the last time, Ziz had gone straight for Boateng. Thankfully, the man had had the good sense to not keep going with an already ruined plan, instead chopping up the monster to the fullest degree his powers allowed before skedaddling.
***
One light hour. That was how far Ziz had travelled, how long a trail of debris the [World Boss] had drawn through the solar system.
And at the end of that trail hung the shredded beast, both eyes finally destoyed for good, looking like a plucked thanksgiving turkey that had been killed by an extraordiarily incompetent butcher.
Except this turkey was very much still alive. Alive and angry.
However, it was only targeting the ships, anyone able to survive in space on their own was seemingly immune to attack.
“Do you think it might be sensing the air pockets?” Elena asked after a long moment, causing Isaac to facepalm. That should have been obvious.
Leviathan hadn’t been limited too much by loosing his eyesight, but he’d been submerged in his element, capable of sensing disturbances within.
Ziz was currently fighting in a hard vacuum and therefore, well, screwed.
So they wound up venting the Scientia after securing all technical components and began playing submarine warfare. Shoot the monster, dodge, then shoot it again.
They’d hit the monster hard, and it had counterattacked even harder, but now, they had its number. It couldn’t see and, if proper precautions were taken, sense anyone. At least anyone smart enough to stay out of the [World Boss’] air envelope.
The few remaining warships joined in, steel platforms were created for mages to use as a base, vacuum-breathing Aspects were handed out, and in time, Ziz would be dead.
***
Isaac gazed into the smooth glass marble, its interior glowing blue and filled with clouds. It had been awarded to Amy, but she’d handed it to him so he could inspect it.
Breath of the Sky (World Item)
The Boon given to the slayer of Ziz is the gratitude of the sky itself, allowing its holder to reshape the atmosphere of an entire planet, restoring it from its damaged shape.
The holder may choose what the atmosphere is restored to, how quickly this change occurs, what parts of the world are restored (up to and including all of them), and what, if any, is excluded from the effect.
This is a single-use item, the user will need to set all parameters prior to activation, at which point the item will be destroyed.
As a World Item, the Breath of the Sky cannot be stored in any manner of spatial device.
The moment she used this thing, all the crap humanity had managed to blast into the atmosphere would be scrubbed, and the argument about how “restoring the planet” was worth any cost, even though the kinds of people who made those arguments were nowhere close the amount of power needed to meaningfully contribute to the fight.
This fight had arguably been worth it, but the next one might not be.
He sighed. Chances were that the political battles would be worse than the fight that had just been won.
But no matter what other decisions were made, no more flying fuckwads in the solar system!