The black dragon, crouching in the sky, pierced through the thick clouds and let out a heavy breath, as if sensing something.

It suddenly raised its head and released a terrifying roar toward the sky.

The surrounding storms began to gather incessantly, transforming into a pair of invisible hands that stretched the pulsing purple rift to an enormous size, as if threatening to devour everything around it.

The adventurers outside, paralyzed with fear, were completely stunned as they watched the rift being forcefully torn open before the monster.

"What kind of terrifying inhuman power is this... to forcefully tear open a Monster Rift?" they wondered in shock.

But before they could fully regain their composure, the black dragon penetrated the thick clouds, seemingly carrying the winds with it, and began diving toward the ground.

Boom! Bang!

The surrounding air began to explode continuously, accompanied by white mist and sparks of flame, as the dragon plunged straight into the void rift.

The air pressure even carried them along, sending them flying and floating in the air. If they hadn't grabbed onto nearby buildings, they would have been swept between those black scales and ground to powder.

Only after the rift had completely swallowed the enormous body of the giant black dragon did the surrounding air gradually return to calm. The terrifyingly oppressive air pressure also vanished without a trace.

The adventurers, after regaining their balance, felt cold sweat soaking their backs.

...

Hela followed Viktor's gaze, slowly looking up at the purple sky.

Soon, she sensed an even more terrifying pressure coming from above the adventurers' heads. That overwhelming force, capable of tearing everything apart just with its presence, completely paralyzed them in place.

Chills began surging from everyone's spine toward their hearts.

A beast? No, this was something far more powerful than any beast. No living being she had ever encountered could compare to that divine creation in the sky.

In the final moment, even Hela couldn't maintain her composure under this powerful oppression, her body beginning to tremble.

Could this be... what the Crown Prince mentioned? The terrifying monster appearing from within the rift? It truly was horrifying.

At some point, above the surging purple sky, a massive black shadow had charged into the heavens. It coiled across the void above, with violent air currents swirling between its body.

Its eyes revealed majesty, and fierce storms burst forth from its nostrils. That majestic gaze fixed firmly on Viktor.

Or rather, it was looking at the two giant beast shadows behind Viktor.

And Viktor likewise stared back at it. As if the two Calamity powers within his body had taken form, standing behind Viktor with equal majesty, fearlessly staring at that black colossal form.

Two mighty auras clashed together, thick magical power and overwhelming pressure exploding outward in all directions.

Storms gathered continuously around Viktor, his coat dancing wildly, as red and green heterochromatic light began flashing across his coat, the stripes gradually flowing onto Viktor's skin.

Following his neck, climbing up beneath his eyes.

Those strange patterns emitted powerful magical energy, revealing savagery and fury.

Hurricane winds carrying dust, stirring the purple void, continuously rolled with the spreading dark clouds.

Suddenly, Doragon moved first.

As if showing off its power, its body suddenly twisted in the void above. Sharp wind vibrations shook the air, and a blade instantly slashed across Viktor's cheek.

[Air Blade]

All this happened in an instant. When people came to their senses, Viktor's face had already burst open with a bleeding cut.

Those adventurers had only seen the dragon move its body slightly, and blood drops had already splattered in the air.

"That's... Viktor's blood?" The adventurers stood dumbfounded, eyes wide.

That powerful man, who could match Hela even in close combat, his least proficient area, actually... was wounded.

And also, being at the fourth rank.

They hadn't even seen when Viktor had taken this attack.

Viktor glanced at his cheek, feeling the slight warmth on his face.

Wounded. That attack came at a speed impossible for any human body to react to.

He raised his head again, his gaze turning toward the giant beast floating in the sky.

An endless health bar now appeared in Viktor's vision.

Similarly, its level slowly emerged.

Wind Calamity - Doragon

Level 60

Sixth Rank

In the early game, it was a boss that no player could defeat.

The Wind Calamity was the freest among all Calamities, unlike the Fire Calamity sealed and sleeping under a volcano, or the Wood Calamity being used as a charging battery by the City of Mages.

Even though it was no longer in its prime, just its normal presence was enough to shock people.

However, it was also a sixth-rank boss that Viktor was certain he could defeat above the fourth rank.

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Because of the Wind Calamity's characteristics.

It was different from the Fire Calamity's ability to cause extremely powerful area damage, and it didn't have the Wood Calamity's super strong vitality and recovery.

Doragon's advantage lay in its unparalleled mobility.

It could swiftly move through space, dragging its serpentine body. Everything about its body's growth and shape was designed for ultimate speed.

But, as the Calamity unrivaled in speed, if one could restrict its proud mobility...

Then... it would become nothing more than a long worm ready for slaughter.

Instantly, Viktor's eyes flashed with powerful light.

Vega, already understanding, had its eyes flash with the same phosphorescence.

A barely visible thin line extended from the crow's body, slowly connecting with Viktor.

[Link Successful—]

Feeling the endless magical power transmitted to his body, like a vast ocean, completely at his disposal.

The abundant magic began overflowing from his body, even spreading across the entire ground.

The surrounding adventurers seemed to sense an unusually thick magical power as well.

They couldn't help but clutch their chests, as if a stream of water had blocked their throats.

They lowered their heads, struggling to look around.

Their eyes flashed with incredibly shocked and frenzied light.

[The Judgment that Strips All Phenomena]

A fourth-rank mage likewise widened his eyes.

He had lived for over a hundred years.

Although he had only entered the fourth rank realm a few years ago, after long-term training and absorbing endless knowledge, he believed he was a worthy fourth-rank mage.

He had even received a proactive invitation from the City of Magic, becoming a member of Endymion.

But now, if his magical power were to be compared with Viktor's...

It was like a drop of clear water falling into an endless ocean of magical power.

He slowly raised his head, his wrinkles furrowing even more, staring blankly at Viktor.

"This is... the top power of the Mage Council."

"The Twelve Councilors."

Suddenly, under the influence of the massive magical power, the purple flesh walls seemed to feel discomfort, gradually beginning to writhe.

Viktor's expression remained unchanged as he floated in the air.

The ground's writhing was Viktor actively using magic to stimulate this land to begin restructuring.

In this abyss, any damaged terrain would naturally repair itself.

Magic could perfectly accelerate this repair process.

And modify it.

Those adventurers stared blankly at Viktor's performance, including Hela.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

The patterns rotating in her eyes suddenly contracted, returning to an unopened flower bud, slightly solidifying.

"Could it be..." Under everyone's puzzled and shocked gazes, those walls began to rise continuously, covering an extremely vast space, completely isolating everything outside.

Those adventurers felt the trembling beneath their feet but could do nothing.

The flesh ground they stood on seemed to combine into an arena, even gradually forming spectator steps.

Magic steadily seated the group of adventurers on the flesh steps, easing their stiff bodies.

They and Viktor... were simply not on the same level of existence.

At this moment... Hela recalled Viktor's words.

"He put us all in the position of spectators?"

She suddenly raised her head, staring at Viktor.

Hela finally realized.

That proud mage.

Actually dared to imagine fighting that terrifying monster one-on-one!

At this moment, Viktor, standing in mid-air at the center of the entire arena, slowly extended one hand and touched the collar of his coat.

White runes began dispersing from the coat, light faintly brightening, as white smoke began to rise in the air.

The next second, a white giant bird materialized in the air.

Viktor lightly stepped onto the giant bird's body, a white form undulating in the air.

His eyes showed not a hint of emotion as he quietly watched that continuously rolling dragon.

The moment it saw the white giant bird, the dragon's originally majestic and steady eyes became bloodshot.

The air currents around it began to rotate at high speed, as if to cut everything, spiraling toward the purple void sky.

Whoosh—!

Carrying violent storms, gray haze rose around the giant dragon.

But before it could charge out a hundred miles, a purple membrane appeared in the sky above the arena, like some mysterious substance.

Doragon slammed hard against the barrier.

That purple membrane bent slightly, absorbing the massive force, even bouncing it back toward the dragon's body.

Bang!

Explosive wind instantly passed through the giant dragon's body.

Doragon shook its somewhat dizzy head, and the next second, swung its sky-reaching dragon tail.

The tail sliced through the air, stirring up powerful blades, striking at that purple barrier again.

But no matter how intense the attacks, they couldn't break through that strange wall.

It began to feel confused.

As a Calamity, it didn't possess much thinking ability. It only acted according to instinct.

The things before it had exceeded its understanding.

But equally confused were those adventurers who had become spectators.

The walls that Viktor could blast a hole through with just one spell.

Yet this monster couldn't break through?

But they could no longer get an answer.

Because Viktor's confident voice slowly rang out.

"Your greatest mistake was letting anger blind your eyes."

"Giving up all your advantages to come here looking for me."

Beside him, Vega laughed mockingly, its eyes showing the sharp light of successful calculation.

And Viktor also extended one hand, [Uruste] appearing in his palm out of thin air.

As Viktor gripped the staff, rainbow-colored magical power, like seeds taking root and sprouting from nothing, slowly climbed up along the staff.

Countless arrays constructed themselves from thin air, complex and exquisite patterns beginning to interconnect.

Several arrays seemed to merge into one, thick magical power continuously bursting forth with powerful momentum.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The magical power grew increasingly thick, and the arrays became increasingly vast.

Heterochromatic light began to spread, finally transforming into a divine tree.

Above the crown, a cyan moon slowly cast out soft light in all directions.

Hum—

Circles began to revolve and intertwine around Viktor, complex arrays no longer appearing just on the staff.

They even appeared around Viktor's body, the intense radiance becoming dazzlingly bright.

Numerous magic arrays began rotating at the same moment, vast magical power like a roaring sea, completely pouring down toward the earth.

Those adventurers, feeling the incredibly shocking heterochromatic light, completely forgot even their surprise and thoughts in an instant.

At this moment, Viktor's voice seemed to come from ten thousand miles away, ethereal words slowly ringing out:

"Now..."

"Prepare to kneel."