The skies above Jakartha did not only darken with clouds of dark night.
No.
They blackened with the scent of blood and the promise of death.
A suffocating pressure choked the air as tremors rolled through the earth.
BOOM… BOOM… CRACK!
Distant roars echoed like the drums of war. Not thunder. Not nature.
Beasts.
The Beast Tide had begun.
From the high walls of Jakartha, floodlights flared to life.
WHOOSH!
Cutting through the darkness and revealing a nightmare stampede stretching to the horizon. A thousand wild beasts surged forward in chaotic harmony, their screeches rising in a chorus of fury.
Inside the city, the Adventurer Guild had already mobilized.
500 Ascendants.
Elite warriors. Adventurous. The best Jakartha could offer. And yet, even they felt it. That sinking feeling…That this may not be enough.
They weren't fighting to win. They were fighting to endure. Protect loved ones and city.
To survive. To hold the line.
DING!
Magical markers lit up across the battlefield as the Ascendants split into ten highly trained units of 40 members each:
Frontline Tankers in 10 membered team, The immovable wall. Knights Their job? Stand. No matter what.
Support Teams in 10 membered team, Priest menders of flesh and spirit. Buffs, heels, barriers were the pulse behind the blade.
Close-Range Damage Dealers in 10 membered team Warriors, Assassins and beast tamed in the storm.
Long-Range Damage Dealers (10): Archers and spellcaster Mages, wielding precision and destruction like divine wrath.
Each team faced 80 to 100 wild beasts an impossible ratio designed to buy time, break momentum, and blunt the tide. But even this wasn't the full picture.
100 Otherworlders stood behind the lines reserves, strategically placed. These foreign-born Ascendants were the city's last hope, ready to be unleashed where the defense faltered.
But what made this Beast Tide different? Intelligence. These monsters were no mindless horde. They were a war machine.
Each group of beasts moved with discipline, controlled by terrifying leaders 3rd Star Peak Stage monsters commanders capable of tactics, manipulation, and brutal coordination.
Every wave was structured like a military unit:
50 beasts from 1st Star Low to Peak
30 beasts from 2nd Star Low to Peak
19 beasts from 3rd Star Low to Mid
And 1 beast at 3rd Star Peak their general, their king, their nightmare.
Ten legions. Ten kings. One purpose: break the wall, devour the city.
And Jakartha?
Had no Mortal Tier Foundation Stage Ascendants of its own.
Not a single 3rd Star Ascendant.
Only a few seven to ten at most 2nd Star Peak Otherworlders remained as their highest-ranked fighters.
BANG!
THUD!
CRACK!
The first clash erupted at the northern gate
screams mixed with roars, steel with fang. The walls shook. Fires bloomed in the distance. The Beast Tide had arrived.
And it brought the end with it.
ROOOAAARRRR!!!
The heavens trembled.
The earth cracked beneath a tidal wave of monstrosity.
From the darkened plains, they came Ten Commanders of the Beast Tide each a harbinger of destruction, each more terrifying than the last. These were no mere beasts. They were avatars of calamity. Nature's wrath, twisted by darkness, sharpened for war.
Blazemaw Chimera A hybrid nightmare of lion 3rd Star peak stage beast, goat, and serpent.its molten fur shimmered like a walking volcano.
FWOOSH!
Its breath ignited the very air flames surged across the field, searing metal and flesh. Its serpent tail lashed with venom potent enough to kill a giant. A furnace. A monster. A walking apocalypse.
Frostveil Wyrm A serpentine dragon 3rd Star peak stage beast slithered beneath the battlefield.
CRACK!
Freezing the ground with every pass.
Its glacial breath turned men to statues mid-scream. Where it went, silence followed.
Where it rose, death came. A glacier that hunted.
Shadowclaw Manticore Cloaked in ink-like shadows 3rd Star peak stage beast, its body blurred the line between nightmare and reality.
THUMP. WHOOSH. THUD!
It slipped through darkness, wings unfurling like torn banners. Its stinger drained life. Its roar killed hope.
Stormfang Griffin, 3rd Star peak stage beast
BOOM!
It descended with a scream and a bolt of lightning. Wings surged with thunder, claws cracked the earth. Its fury split formations like paper. Every strike was a storm unleashed.
Bloodthorn Hydra A regenerating abomination with three venomous heads a 3rd Star peak stage beast.
HISS!
SLASH!
GROWL!
Each head writhed, biting, burning.
Slice one off? Two more regrew, unless burned by flame. Its blood carried cursed thorns that drank life.
Ironfang Behemoth A behemoth wrapped in metallic hide a 3rd Star peak stage Beast.
BANG! CRASH!
Its fists shattered stone, bones, will.
Blades bounced. Magic fizzled. It moved like a siege engine unstoppable, unbreakable.
Mistborn Specter A ghost in the fog a 3rd Star peak stage beast.
WHISH…
It passed through steel, drained mana with a touch. No form. No heart. Just a hunger for power. Try to strike it and strike nothing.
Cinderclaw Drake It's blackened scales steamed with heat a 3rd Star peak stage beast.
SIZZLE!
Claws glowed like molten ore.
It spread toxic smog, choking lungs, blinding eyes. Then came the burn hot enough to melt steel.
Crystalbloom Golem A construct of quartz and madness. Every punch released a pulse of blinding light a 3rd Star peak stage beast.
FLASH! BOOM!
It towered, shimmered, struck with a terrifying rhythm. Light and stone, forged for war.
Duskfang Harpy A creature of twilight skies a 3rd Star peak stage beast. Its wings danced in the dusk; its song cursed the minds of warriors.
SCREEEEECH!
One note of sanity shattered. It didn't need claws to kill its voice as a weapon.
Each of these commanders didn't just lead.they guarded.
Sacred flowers that grew only in cursed soil.
Mystic ores that shimmered with forbidden mana.
Roots that pulsed like beating hearts beneath the earth. But today? They fought not for treasure or territory. They fought for annihilation.
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And then came their legions endless, mind-breaking, relentless.
The battlefield churned with twisted beasts:
Low 1st Star Swarmers:
Duskrats venom-spitting rodents that swarmed in dozens.
Bramblesnout Boars charging beasts covered in thorny hide.
Glimmertoads glowing amphibians that exploded upon death.
SQUELCH!
SPLAT!
THUMP!
Mid 1st Star Predators:
Gloomgoblin Raiders knife-wielding goblinoids that attacked from the shadows.
Frostfang Jackals cold-blooded pack hunters with frost-coated fangs.
YIP!
CLANG!
HISS!
Peak 1st Star Killers:
Crestwolves wolf lords with elemental auras.
Flamegaze Vipers serpents whose gaze ignited their prey.
SSSSHHHHH!!!
And then, true horrors:
2nd Star Ascended Beasts.
Moonleeches bloodsucking horrors that slipped into armor.
Fire-Bloom Mandrakes shrieking, root-bound nightmares that burst into flames when touched.
SCREEEEE!
BOOM!
They didn't come to battle.
They came to consume.
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And yet
Jakartha stood.
Outnumbered. Outmatched. Overwhelmed.
But not broken.
The banners rose. Weapons gleamed in the dying light. Hearts beat as one.
"HOLD THE LINE!!"
CLANG! WHOOSH! THUD!
The storm met the mountain.
And Jakartha?
Jakartha did not kneel.
Not now.
Not ever.
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To Be Continued..!!