Chapter Title: The March of Dread and Divine Piercing
The cold wind of the Western Front blew through the cracked bones and ancient armor of the Red Walker Legion. Upon a ghostly steed, cloaked in bone-plated armor stained crimson, the Red Walker General stood silently. His eyes were a pale, frozen blue, devoid of thought but full of command. His steed shifted its hooves once into the ashen soil—and behind him, like an echo of death itself, the thousand-strong Red Walker army moved in perfect unison. A thousand corpses, bound by ancient rites, marched forward. The sound of synchronized armor and undead movement was a grim thunder—the heartbeat of a forgotten war revived.
Marcus stood tall with narrowed eyes, the howling wind slicing through his coat. Beside him, Boris adjusted his gloves, eyeing the impossible force ahead.
"Hey Boris," Marcus said, voice steady but edged with urgency. "We're not getting reinforcements."
Boris cracked his knuckles. "Then we end this shit ourselves."
They blitzed forward, Marcus unsheathing his blade as they moved, tearing into the frontline. But the General did not move. Instead, he raised one skeletal hand, and in immediate response, the thousand Red Walkers erupted into a run. Steel clanged as they surged past their general, weapons raised and eyes hollow.
Marcus' left eye flickered with static. Suddenly, its iris dissolved into shifting glitching pixels—like corrupted code.
"Glitch System: Magnetic Tour Field," he whispered.
The world twisted. A digital HUD flickered into view through his eye—red arrows locking onto twenty targets simultaneously. Marcus swung his sword once—and twenty heads were severed in unison. Another swipe, another twenty fell.
Boris soared into the air, arms spread wide as he descended.
"Thread Manipulation: Ocean of Strings."
From thin air, invisible threads shimmered, coiling through the battlefield like phantom serpents. Over a hundred Red Walkers were ensnared. With a snap of his fingers
—"Dismantle."
Their bodies fell apart, split cleanly—arms, legs, torsos sliced with surgical precision. But the battlefield offered no reprieve. Limbless, decapitated, halved—they rose again. Twisted, broken, crawling, but unrelenting.
"What the hell—?!" Boris staggered back. "This what Minister Tenzy meant? They don't die?! What fuckery is this!?"
Marcus, panting slightly, muttered with a grim grin, "This is some real endgame shit, bro."
They leapt backward, creating space—but that was the moment the General moved. In his hand, a bone-carved longbow materialized. Two red-ice arrows, deadly and gleaming, notched in his bow. He loosed them.
The arrows tore through the air.
As Marcus and Boris landed, time seemed to slow.
One arrow, inches from Marcus's eye.
The other, mere inches from Boris's chest.
Death had arrived, Marcus eyes caught the sight of the arrow on Boris and then his very own, it was death itself and it was closer than ever , having lost Quaqmire and Cecelia alone seymon he knew that he couldn't take another lose,
Marcus whispered, "Glitch: DELETE."
The space in front of Boris pixelated—red lines forming a square, locking the arrow in place. It vanished. Deleted. Not destroyed—erased.
And Boris?he was Gone.
Marcus turned to his own oncoming arrow. Too fast. Too close.
He vanished.
In his place—the Red Ice Walker General and his horse appeared in a blink. A massive skeletal hand caught the arrow meant for Marcus and crushed it with a casual flex, Marcus had replaced himself with the general to go against his very own attack but it failed.
Across the battlefield, Marcus and Boris reappeared in a shimmer of broken pixels. Marcus fell to one knee, gasping hard, sweat pouring.
"Man," Boris muttered, staring at his chest. "Thanks."
"You're welcome…" Marcus wheezed. "Usually I can only move three human-sized things with my Shen level,but It takes a huge toll…"
He nearly collapsed.
"You've gotta protect me until I recover," Marcus added weakly.
Boris nodded. "I almost died. Yeah. I got this."
Central Front: The Three Presidents
In the center, chaos reigned. Julius and Huey stood against the united front of the three human Presidents—Zichen, Mujin, and Andrei.
Mujin leaned close and whispered,
"I've got a plan. My Tobu seal's buried exactly thirteen meters from here. Zichen, push Julius into that spot. Once he's there, I'll teleport Andrei right in for a strike. We've got one shot."
"I can't take another hit from him," Mujin added. "If he reaches the 7th seal, we're done."
"We got this," Zichen and Andrei nodded.
Zichen lifted his bell, its surface etched with dragon runes. He rolled it once, then rang it with force.
"Bell Toll Manipulation: Longwang!"
From the bell's mouth, a deafening roar burst out—followed by the emergence of a divine dragon, its scales shimmering like wet sapphire, bursting forward at godlike speed.
Huey's legs were instantly bound by earth-root sigils and he vanished from Julius' side.
Julius stood firm, hands raised. The dragon collided with him in a storm of fury. He held its jaws open, feet driven deep into the cracked ground.
Zichen's eyes burned. "More force!"
The bell sang louder.
The dragon roared, lifting Julius off the ground and propelling him—exactly thirteen meters—toward the buried Tobu seal unknown to him.
As Julius released his grip, he crashed into the dirt, rising to his feet immediately. The divine dragon arced and dove once more. Julius, undaunted, shifted into stance.
"6th Seal of Heaven: Evening Peacock."
Wind exploded outward. A radiant peacock, made of pure air force, shimmered into existence—each feather laced with divine currents. It soared forward.
Peacock met dragon.
The impact shattered the sky.
A deafening BOOM cracked through the battlefield. Shockwaves blew dust and debris outward like a tidal wave. Clouds warped and split.
Zichen flew backward, blood leaking from his mouth. He hit the ground—unconscious.
Mujin stood firm. "NOW!"
Andrei clashed his Iron Grippers together—electricity surging.
"Charged to max, From level 1 to 10, the power inputs is excellent " he said.
( Iron grippers grants Andrei Massive strength, from level 1-10 his strength increased based on each level)
"Tobu," Mujin muttered.
The Tobu seal ignited. Andrei vanished and reappeared in front of Julius mid-air.
Without hesitation "Iron Grippers: Thor's Járngreipr!"
He struck.
Lightning exploded.
The ground cracked, the atmosphere bent, and Julius was launched back by the thunderous blast sent skimming across earth and rubble.
Before the dust could settle
Huey reappeared, stepping from a glyph etched in lightning.
Two fingers raised, aimed at Andrei.
"Creation Order: Divine Piercing."
Three black rods—slim and sharp—shot forward and embedded into Andrei's chest the force was high, He was sent flying skating backward like a ragdoll.
Mujin caught him before they both hit the ground.
Huey walked forward calmly.
"Good fight," he said. "But playtime is over."
Three more divine black rods hovered before him, slowly rotating. Power built.
The three Presidents were down.
And Huey—was closing in.