WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom

Seeing the opening, Elvira seized the opportunity. A magic circle shimmered in the air as she swiftly infused multiple spells into the wall.

Ten white gemstones floated in the air, their surfaces pulsing like captured stars. They surged forward, embedding themselves into the fortress walls, fueling the massive magic circle. The runes carved into the structure flared violently, drinking in the power as Elvira layered her incantations, her voice ringing clear over the battlefield.

"Aetheric Reflex!"

The first spell anchored itself into the walls, weaving an enchantment that retaliated against any attack aimed at the wall or its defenders.

"Resonant Pulse!"

A secondary layer intertwined with the first, ensuring that not just one, but multiple reflections could trigger at the same time—a chain reaction of counterattacks.

"Adamant Bastion!"

The final layer solidified into an impenetrable shield, forming an autonomous defense system that activated on impact.

Elvira exhaled, satisfied. The structure itself was now a living bulwark, lashing out at anything that dared strike it.

Across the battlefield, Storm's eyes narrowed. The moment Elvira's magic settled, his entire body crackled with raw energy. The wind around him howled, charged with electricity, his presence turning the very air into a conduit of power.

Then, he moved. The lightning didn't strike forward. It shot straight up.

A single, blinding bolt tore into the sky, disappearing into the storm clouds above. For a split second, the battlefield was eerily silent.

CRACKLE—BOOM!

A titanic bolt of lightning descended like divine punishment, an executioner's blade falling from the heavens. It struck the wall head-on.

The impact shook the entire battlefield. Shockwaves rippled outward, kicking up dirt, forcing Krell and Ravagers alike to stagger back. But the Adamant Bastion held. The lightning coiled across the barrier, looking for an opening—and found none. The defenses absorbed the attack, compressing it before hurling it back .

The rebound struck the advancing Ravagers, incinerating dozens in an instant. Charred husks collapsed, their bodies still twitching from the residual energy.

Elvira's eyes gleamed. She raised both hands, the runes beneath her feet pulsing brighter, wider. Magic circles expanded, their symbols glowing with a deep crimson light. She drew in the residual mana from the battlefield, twisting it into something far greater.

The storm above twisted violently, its core darkening. The air itself warped, the sheer energy turning the sky into a swirling vortex of destruction. The very fabric of mana trembled. "Fusion Magic—Cataclysm Requiem!"

The world darkened. Fire, ice, and lightning merged, spiraling into a devouring vortex. The air turned to fire. The ground froze solid, splintering apart beneath the weight of the spell. Lightning danced wildly, coursing through the battlefield like a living storm.

The Ravagers roared. Flames melted their armored hides into molten slag. Ice froze them mid-charge, their bodies shattering into frozen shards. Lightning coursed through their ranks, turning entire squads into smoldering corpses. The entire battlefield erupted in elemental annihilation.

But Storm did not falter. He roared, and the lightning answered.

CRACKLE!!!

His winds surged, the very air bending to his will. A maelstrom burst outward, colliding against Cataclysm Requiem. The sky itself split apart as their magic clashed, a war of pure elemental force.

Fire and wind devoured each other. Lightning against lightning exploded in chaotic pulses. Ice struggled against the endless, raging storm.

The battlefield was a storm of chaos, but the war hadn't stopped.

Even as the sky split and the ground was torn asunder, Krell and Ravagers clashed in deadly combat. The explosion had scattered both sides, but neither army broke.

Storm's forces were relentless, Unlike Venom's army, which had shown tactical coordination, these Ravagers fought like berserkers—pushing forward without care.

The Brutes led the charge, barreling through wreckage, trampling over the bodies of their own fallen, their bloodthirst overpowering any sense of strategy. They crashed into the Krell ranks, claws ripping through chitin, sending Krell Soldiers flying back.

OneThrough the hive mind processed everything at once—their charge patterns, their reckless abandon, the way they sacrificed positioning for more attack. "SECOND LINE, INTERLOCK FORMATION. HOLD THE BRUTES."

The frontline Krell Soldiers braced, spears locking into reinforced position. The Brutes slammed into them, expecting to tear through flesh—but instead, they were met with resistance.

Krell Tanks move forward, pushing back with sheer mass, their armored hides absorbing the impact. The battlefield ground to a halt—brute strength meeting immovable defense.

The Ravagers didn't care. They threw themselves forward anyway, climbing over their own fallen, snarling, howling, ripping into anything in their way. Spine Ravagers perched atop wreckage, launching volleys of spines down on the Krell—but One's mind had already accounted for them.

"SQUADS FIVE AND SIX, REPOSITION! SCOUTS, CLEAR THE ROOFTOPS!"

Krell Scouts emerged from cover, bows drawn. Explosive arrows shot straight up, crashing into the Spine Ravagers' perches. BOOM!

The structures collapsed, sending the snipers tumbling down right into the waiting blades of the Krell below. One did not waste time. "ALL FORCES, FORWARD ADVANCE."

The Krell Move. The defense line flipped, turning into an offensive push. With the Brutes staggered, Krell Soldiers drove their spears deep into their exposed sides. Krell Tanks charged forward, slamming into the masses of Ravagers, their sheer weight crushing foes beneath them.

But the Ravagers were endless. Despite losing dozens, they kept coming. Every gap in the battlefield filled instantly—another Brute, another Ravager, another wave of claws and teeth and pure, unrelenting violence.

One could see it. His strategy was working, but for every Ravager they felled, two more took its place. The momentum was slipping. He scanned the battlefield, calculating. Then, through the hive mind— "INITIATE COLLAPSE STRATEGY."

At once, the Krell forces changed movement. Instead of holding their ground, they fell back, slowly, in precise steps—luring the Ravagers deeper into the battlefield, toward the inner kill zone.

Storm's forces, blinded by their relentless bloodlust, took the bait. They charged after them, howling, crashing through the field without hesitation. They didn't see it.

The ground beneath them shifted. One of the surviving traps sprang to life. Pitfalls opened beneath their feet. Spears shot from hidden compartments.

Explosives detonated under the concentrated weight of their numbers. Ravagers screeched in agony as the battlefield itself betrayed them.