But the war wasn't over—Wrath was still rampaging across the battlefield.
No magic or weapon from the Leaders could land a decisive blow.
Each time it was wounded, it regenerated—stronger and more furious than before.
It unleashed endless waves of destructive rays in return.
And so the brutal cycle continued.
But even this chaos played into the Leaders' plan—they had successfully drawn Wrath's attention, buying precious time for the others to restore the Abyssal Breaker.
Still, it was only a matter of time before Wrath reduced everything to ruin.
Meanwhile, at the Abyssal Breaker—
Now, the greatest minds, from past to present, stood united.
"So, where do we start?" someone asked.
"It'll take too long to restore the entire cannon—and time is what we lack," the former Dwarf King replied as he approached the machine.
Smiling, he placed a hand on the surface.
"But if it's just the core, we can do it fast."
Then, with a surge of strength, he tore through the cannon's outer armor like paper, revealing a tangled mess of wires and the dormant core at its center.
"I can't believe you ripped it open like that," the Deep Sea King muttered in disbelief.
"This is nothing," the former Dwarf King laughed, "I once broke the Dragon King's neck with my bare hands—this is just scrap metal."
His words sent a chill down the current Leaders' spines. Only now did they truly grasp the terror their predecessors had endured to protect the world and forge peace.
But there was no time for awe—they had to repair the Abyssal Breaker's core immediately.
They descended into its heart.
Even after all these years, potent magic lingered within the cannon.
"It's strange… the magic is still active," someone observed.
But it wasn't just magic that remained.
Shadows began to flicker and circle them.
"It hurts…"
"Why was I the one who had to die…"
"Why… why did we have to sacrifice everything…"
The cries echoed hauntingly.
"Are these the souls of the fallen?" the Dwarf King asked, glancing around.
"No… they're cowards," the former Deep Sea King growled. He stomped hard on the ground, sending a shockwave that shattered the apparitions. "Cowards who ran from battle don't deserve to speak."
"Are you sure you weren't imagining things?" the Deep Sea King questioned.
"I've fought long enough to recognize the cries of both the strong and the weak," he answered coolly. "The screams of cowards lack the melody of true warriors who die embracing the fight."
"You—" the Deep Sea King clenched his fists, frowning.
"Enough, you two." The Dwarf King intervened. "We've got work to finish."
Their focus returned to the task. The former Dwarf Kings had successfully extracted the core and brought it outside.
They weren't sure how long they'd spent inside—but outside, the situation had only worsened.
"Time's not on our side," someone muttered.
Everyone grew tense.
"Then we change the plan," the former Dwarf King said, glancing at his descendant.
The Dwarf King nodded, using memory and magic to recreate the Abyssal Breaker's structure in dozens of smaller devices.
The others looked on, curious.
"What are you doing?" someone asked.
"We're going to bomb," he said with a grin.
Then, the former Dwarf King turned to the former Underground King.
"Break it," he instructed, pointing to the core.
The Underground King walked over, channeled magic into his hand, and tapped the core.
It cracked and shattered into countless fragments.
"Is that a break?" the current Underground King asked.
"I broke its structure," the elder replied calmly.
The Dwarf King collected the pieces, placing them into the devices, then handed one to each person.
"You all know how they work," he said with a smile. "I've pushed their performance beyond the limit."
Everyone knew how terrifying Anti-Life magic was when it spiraled out of control—but there was no other choice.
They seized the weapons and rushed to the battlefield.
Only the two Dwarf Kings remained.
"So, shall we begin?" the Dwarf King asked.
"Or do you want to sit and rest for a while?" the elder chuckled, pulling a stone from his pocket.
"I'm always ready."
Back on the battlefield—
Wrath had gone berserk.
The entire land had become part of its body. Claws burst from the ground. Eyes opened everywhere, watching, attacking, while Hydras evolved and adapted relentlessly.
"How long have we been fighting this thing?" Queen Spirit cried.
"Does it even matter now?" King Phantom shouted back.
The group fired spell after spell at the Hydras, injuring but never destroying them.
"They're so damn annoying…"
All they could do was curse and keep attacking.
Then, the remaining Leaders returned.
Without hesitation, one of them poured magic into a device. It hummed and glowed—then he hurled it straight into Wrath's mouth.
The moment Wrath swallowed it, a violent tremor erupted. A brilliant explosion tore through its body, obliterating it…
Or so it seemed.
Wrath reformed almost instantly.
It glared at the Leaders… and closed its eyes.
No one knew why.
But Wrath soon showed them that - it was the embodiment of destruction.
The ground trembled, splitting and rising.
"What is it doing?" someone asked in alarm.
Chunks of earth rose higher, coalescing into a massive floating sphere.
The Leaders hurled their devices, hoping to destroy it.
But it only absorbed more earth, growing larger and ascending higher—piercing clouds, then breaking into the atmosphere.
"…It's trying to—"
The Leaders flew up and unleashed torrents of magic.
But the sphere endured, unharmed.
Then, it began its descent—heading straight for Utopia.
With its mass and momentum, Utopia would be obliterated on impact.
The sky turned blood red. Winds howled. Tornadoes formed.
"Is this it?" someone whispered, collapsing.
"No—we can still fight!" another shouted.
But the sphere loomed ever closer.
At the Abyssal Breaker, the two Dwarf Kings stood watching.
"Even from here, I feel its pressure," the Dwarf King muttered.
"It's majestic," the former Dwarf King replied. "First time seeing something like this."
"You should've seen the Star Eater."
"Ah… what a pity."
"Aren't you going to act?"
"Let me enjoy this moment."
He took a deep breath, then gripped the stone.
"I should have a drink."
It began to pulse, drawing blood from his arm. His skin paled.
"You know what to do next," he said.
"I know," the Dwarf King replied, tossing him something.
He caught it—a bottle of wine.
"Where did this come from?"
"Found it by luck. Might be expired."
"Better than nothing."
He sipped—then spat it out.
"Tastes like dirt. Worst last drink ever."
Then he collapsed, drained.
"I didn't think I'd die a hero."
"You never were," the Dwarf King replied.
"Can't I get one moment of glory?"
"No."
With a sigh, the Dwarf King released his magic into the elder's body.
"Really?"
His skin crumpled—emptied by the stone.
"Hero or not… it doesn't matter."
The Dwarf King stood silent, then began to bury the stone.
"That doesn't mean anything..."
The moment it was buried, the earth quaked.
Roots burst forth, followed by a trunk and branches—bone white.
A tree of bones, with arms for limbs and skulls for bark, rose rapidly.
Born of Utopia's fallen, it was a forbidden weapon once halted by the other former kings.
Now unleashed, it pierced the sky.
From afar, the others watched in awe and fear.
The Leaders were horrified—but the former kings remained calm.
What shocked them was not its presence—but its form.
"It's supposed to spread, not rise… what changed?"
Quickly the Dwarf King also turned back to the Leaders.
Everyone quickly gathered around him.
"Hey, what is that?" Everyone spoke up.
But before he could answer, a former king spoke up.
"It's a Life Seed, but don't let the name fool you, because it takes the life of others to feed itself."
They immediately turned to the Dwarf King.
"I don't know either," he said, sipping wine. "I just know it has its own will."
He gazed at the tree, now stretching toward the falling sphere.
Skeletal arms reached out, grabbing it.
One after another, they latched on—piercing the mass and digging toward its center.
There, they found Wrath.
It lashed out, roaring and striking the arms.
Below, the Dwarf King waited.
When he heard Wrath's roar, he knew the time had come.
"Pour your magic into the devices!" he ordered.
Without question, they obeyed.
"What now?" someone asked.
"Hold tight—and brace yourself."
Then, a crack appeared on the sphere.
"Now!"
With magic-enhanced speed, they launched the devices into the crack.
From that crack, Wrath began to emerge, though the arms struggled to hold him back.
Desperate, it tried to self-destruct again.
But before it could—dozens of glowing devices streaked toward it.
And then—impact.
Blinding explosions erupted—wave after wave.
Wrath writhed, screamed, fired off beams of destruction—but they were swallowed, neutralized.
Its body began to dissolve.
It couldn't recover—there was nothing left to regenerate.
Its final roar was consumed in the blast.
And then—nothing.
Wrath, the floating sphere, the tree—gone.
In the silence that followed, even the Hydras faded away.
The tree's bones collapsed to dust.
The Leaders stood, stunned.
It felt like a dream—but it was real.
They had won.
Wrath had been destroyed, not in rage—but in silence.
And yet, even in victory… no one knew if the price was worth it.
Still, one thing was certain:
Wrath was defeated.
Its final sight… was the darkness that consumed it.
But the war of the "King" wasn't over.
The final battle with the last Demon Lord would decide the outcome, but one thing was certain—it would be anything but easy.