The battlefield did not begin with victory; it began with collapse. Space above Earth had long lost its natural structure, twisted into a violent storm of shattered laws, broken dimensions, and colliding forces that refused to stabilize. The void itself seemed to scream under the pressure as Galaxy Lords clashed like falling stars, Void Monarchs tore open layers of space with terrifying precision, and Cosmic Emperors unleashed power capable of fracturing worlds with every calculated strike. Amidst this overwhelming chaos, the warriors of Earth stood their ground—but the truth was undeniable: they were losing.
It was not a complete defeat, not yet, but the difference in experience, coordination, and ruthless efficiency from Drakthul's forces was beginning to show with painful clarity. One Earth Galaxy Lord was crushed mid-flight, his defensive barrier collapsing instantly under a concentrated attack that left no room for recovery, while another was torn apart by synchronized strikes from two Void Monarchs, his energy dispersing into the void before any intervention could take place.
Atlas Volkov roared as his Void Monarch aura erupted outward, holding back three enemies simultaneously, yet even his overwhelming strength could not completely halt their advance, his domain cracking under sustained pressure as he was forced backward step by step.
At a higher level, Valtherion Draven and Bright faced ten Cosmic Emperors, and even for beings of their caliber, the strain had become evident. Their movements, once absolute and overwhelming, had shifted into calculated precision, every attack measured, every defense necessary, as the enemy adapted to their rhythm and began to press them into a tighter battlefield. Not far from them, Seraphis Orion stood once again—alive, restored, and breathing despite the memory of her previous death still lingering in the minds of every warrior who had witnessed it.
Her return was not natural. It was not ordinary. It was the will of something far greater.
Above the battlefield, the Primordial Weaver of the Void remained.
The massive, celestial avatar did not fade, did not weaken, and did not disappear after fulfilling its first act. Instead, it lingered within the fabric of space itself, its towering form woven from darkness, shadow, and the distortion of time. Its presence alone altered the battlefield, bending the laws of existence into something that favored the defenders of Earth. When another Earth warrior fell, the response was immediate and absolute. Space was torn open without resistance, time reversed without hesitation, and death itself was denied as the fallen warrior was restored completely, as though the universe had rejected the outcome.
That moment changed everything.
The warriors of Earth understood instantly. They could fall, but they would rise again. Their fear began to fade, replaced by a growing, unshakable resolve. Yet even with this advantage, the battle did not immediately turn in their favor, because above all of them, the true war—the deciding war—was still unfolding.
Selara stood against Drakthul and the two Cosmic Sovereigns.
The pressure at that level was absolute.
Drakthul's aura expanded violently, his mastery over the Law of Absolute Darkness merging seamlessly with Shadow, creating a devouring domain that consumed light, energy, and even perception itself. The two Cosmic Sovereigns beside him moved with flawless coordination, one bending space into layered distortions while the other fractured time into overlapping sequences, forcing attacks to exist across multiple moments simultaneously. Against any ordinary opponent, such a combination would have guaranteed victory.
But Selara was not ordinary.
As a late-stage Cosmic Sovereign, her foundation was refined to a terrifying degree. The golden ring above her head rotated slowly, radiating a quiet but undeniable authority, while the three orbiting stars—Darkness, Shadow, and Time—moved in perfect harmony without ever touching the ring itself. She did not simply react to attacks; she controlled the battlefield at its core, bending the laws around her into alignment with her will.
The first Cosmic Sovereign launched his attack, warping space in layers meant to trap and crush her from every direction, but Selara did not evade in the traditional sense. Her existence shifted through authority rather than motion, and she appeared behind him as though she had always been there. The surrounding void folded inward at her command, and the enemy warrior froze as his control over space was overridden. In the next instant, his body was compressed beyond resistance and erased completely from existence, leaving behind no trace.
However, his form reassembled moments later.
Immortality.
Regeneration.
The second attacker moved instantly, using distorted time loops to strike from multiple overlapping moments, attempting to overwhelm Selara through sheer complexity. It was then that Selara revealed the next stage of her power. From the golden ring above her head, light condensed into a singular point, darkness wrapped around it, and time stabilized its form. From this convergence, a weapon was born—the Eclipse Dominion Blade, a Sovereign Relic forged directly from her mastery over multiple laws.
The blade was not merely a weapon but an extension of her authority, its existence fluctuating between reality and void, its edge devouring light while distorting time itself. The moment it appeared, the battlefield responded, and even Drakthul felt a shift in the balance.
Selara moved with absolute certainty, her strike neither fast nor slow but inevitable. The first Cosmic Sovereign attempted to escape, but time locked his movement, shadow bound his form, and darkness erased his perception. The blade touched him, and this time, there was no regeneration. His existence was removed completely, leaving nothing behind.
The second Cosmic Sovereign reacted with desperation, unleashing unstable distortions of space and time in an attempt to disrupt her control, but Selara's voice cut through the battlefield with calm authority as she activated her technique, Eternal Null: Sovereign Oblivion. The Beast Law synchronized all other laws under her command, aligning them perfectly as time froze the moment, darkness erased presence, and shadow sealed existence. Her blade descended once more, and the second Sovereign was erased entirely, unable to regenerate or resist.
For the first time since the battle began, Drakthul felt fear.
Despite this, he unleashed his full power as an early-stage Eternal Sovereign, his domain expanding violently as he struck with overwhelming force. Selara met him directly, their clash shattering the surrounding space as darkness collided with darkness and shadow clashed against shadow. However, Selara possessed something he did not—complete harmony between multiple laws, reinforced by the Beast Law. Their exchange became one-sided over time as Selara struck him repeatedly, killing him again and again, forcing his immortality to continuously restore him at the cost of his remaining essence.
With each death, his presence weakened.
With each revival, his aura diminished.
By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late. His immortality had limits, and Selara had forced him to reach them. As she prepared the final strike that would erase him completely, Drakthul abandoned the battlefield, tearing open space and fleeing beyond the Milky Way in desperation. Though he escaped, his immortality had been reduced drastically, leaving him broken and defeated.
With the fall of their Sovereigns and the retreat of their leader, the enemy forces lost their structure, and the battlefield shifted instantly. Revived continuously by the Primordial Weaver, the warriors of Earth surged forward with unstoppable momentum. Galaxy Lords overwhelmed their opponents through sheer persistence, Void Monarchs crushed resistance with renewed strength, and Valtherion Draven alongside Bright eliminated the remaining Cosmic Emperors after a prolonged and brutal exchange.
Victory was achieved—but it was not without cost.
The battlefield fell silent as the surviving warriors stood amidst the remnants of war, fully aware that what they had just faced was only a fraction of what the universe could bring. Earth had proven its strength, but it had also exposed itself to greater threats.
Upon returning, the warriors were received with overwhelming gratitude as humanity witnessed the battle through Maize's broadcast. Leaders from across the world expressed their appreciation, but Selara made it clear that this was not a favor—it was their duty, the very purpose for which the Starfall Covenant had been created. After dismissing the warriors and ordering them to recover, she reminded them that in three years and six months, the next Starfall Galactic Ascension Tournament would begin.
Later, within the quiet of the headquarters, Seraphis Orion personally expressed her gratitude before departing. Only then did Selara allow her exhaustion to show, collapsing into her seat as the strain of the battle finally caught up with her. Valtherion and Bright understood immediately, recognizing the immense energy she had expended to maintain control over the battlefield and sustain the Primordial Weaver.
Despite this, Selara called for Lin and Michael, instructing them to begin their meditation and continue their study of the Beast Law. As they sat before the blank scroll, it appeared empty at first, offering no guidance or visible content. However, as their minds settled and their spirits aligned with their foundations, subtle changes began to occur.
Within the silence of their focus, something finally responded.
And for the first time.
They began to see.