"Three."
Raziel moved first.
Fire above.
Malvorn moved simultaneously.
Earth below.
Azurath was trapped between two Overlords.
Empty white eyes tracked both titans. Two Overlords meant death.
But corruption fought anyway.
Draven watched from five kilometers away. Genesis Codex recording everything.
This was Overlord coordination.
Through shared vision, his pack watched. All impressed. All learning.
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Raziel attacked.
His body glowed brighter. Internal heat spiking toward stellar fusion.
Infernal Dominion activated.
Lava erupted everywhere. Ground cracked across the battlefield. Magma rising through hundreds of fissures.
Rivers of molten stone converged. Creating lakes of fire. Creating an ocean of lava surrounding Azurath.
Temperature spiked. Air shimmered from heat alone.
Malvorn responded immediately.
Mantle Fury activated. His gravity manipulation controlled the molten flows.
Guiding rivers. Shaping lakes. Weaponizing the ocean.
This was synergy.
Magma converged from every direction.
Above. Below. Left. Right.
Everywhere.
No escape. No safe direction.
Temperature sufficient to melt stone. To vaporize metal.
Azurath's corrupted body enhanced by mutation. But not immune. Not against two coordinated Overlords.
Azurath moved.
Wings beat once. Sonic boom. Ascending at speeds leaving afterimages.
He escaped the molten trap.
Barely.
*He's struggling,* Draven thought.
Even from five kilometers away, the strain showed. Corrupted movements. No strategy. Just survival instinct.
Dodging one Overlord meant positioning poorly against the other.
Divided attention meant death.
Through the bond, Draven felt Malvorn's satisfaction.
Coordination working. Strategy proving effective.
Raziel circled above. Cutting off escape routes. Herding Azurath back toward Malvorn.
The second exchange was coming.
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Draven watched intensely.
Not just witnessing. Learning. Studying every technique.
Genesis Codex pages manifested beside him. Writing themselves in real-time.
Recording techniques. Cataloging abilities.
Raziel fought differently than Malvorn. Not better or worse. Just different.
Overwhelming presence. Absolute authority. Fire incarnate.
This was master class. Three thousand years of experience on display.
He wouldn't waste this opportunity.
Raziel shifted tactics.
His massive form drew breath. Chest expanding. Internal furnace building pressure.
Scorchpulse Roar preparing.
Resonance wave that ignited air itself. That disrupted corrupted mana through superheat.
Through the Overlord network, Raziel communicated intention to Malvorn.
World Pulse ready. Gravitational waves through earth. Planetary resonance answering.
Two different elements. Two different vectors. Two different frequencies.
But coordinated. Synchronized. Unified.
Raziel released.
Scorchpulse Roar erupted. Not sound. Beyond sound. Resonance. Frequency. Vibration made visible.
Air ignited. Literally.
Atmosphere combusting from resonance wave superheating molecules. Sky burning. Reality protesting.
Fire spreading for kilometers. Ten. Twenty. Fifty.
Everything within radius burning.
Corruption disrupting. Purple-white mist boiling away from extreme temperature.
Zone itself recoiling.
Malvorn answered perfectly.
World Pulse releasing simultaneously. Gravitational waves surging through earth beneath. Through air above. Through space between.
Theia speaking through Overlord's authority.
Different frequency. Different element. Different vector. But coordinated.
Gravity waves intersecting fire waves.
Creating amplification zones where both attacks overlapped. Where synergy demonstrated one plus one equaled five.
Azurath struck center of convergence.
Both attacks hitting simultaneously. Fire resonance burning. Earth resonance crushing.
Combined assault overwhelming.
Pseudo-Overlord's body unable defending both. Unable prioritizing. Unable surviving.
Azurath screamed. Not verbal. Sonic.
Empty body expressing agony through wind-element discharge.
But futile. Meaningless. Ineffective.
Two Overlords coordinating perfectly meant death guaranteed.
Only execution remained.
Draven felt it even five kilometers away. Resonance waves passing through Genesis Codex protection.
This was power beyond human comprehension.
Azurath weakened visibly.
Dual resonance attack damaged. Wounded. Degraded combat capability.
Time for ending. Time for execution.
Time for mercy despite violence.
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Malvorn acted.
Graviton Lock deploying.
Gravity well forming around Azurath. Invisible prison. Inescapable cage.
Space-time curved so intensely nothing entered or exited without permission.
Magnitude four briefly. Just instant. Just moment.
Just enough creating prison stronger than corruption could break.
Azurath struggled. Thrashing. Fighting. Desperate.
But futile.
Overlord's gravity manipulation absolute within defined space.
Nothing escaped Graviton Lock unless Malvorn permitted.
Corrupted Storm Roc trapped. Hovering mid-air. Unable moving. Unable attacking. Unable defending.
Just waiting.
Just experiencing final moments before death through overwhelming coordinated power.
Raziel prepared ultimate attack.
Not holding back now. Not restraining. Just unleashing.
Sky darkened. Not night. Ash rising.
Cinderstorm manifesting.
Clouds gathering wrong. Moving against wind. Defying physics. Obeying Overlord instead.
Composition shifting. Becoming ash. Becoming molten droplets.
Becoming death raining from heaven.
Each droplet carrying both heat and gravitational density.
Raziel's fire possessed mass. Possessed weight. Possessed crushing force alongside melting temperature.
Natural volcanic rain already devastating. Overlord-controlled version? Apocalyptic.
Malvorn amplified.
Graviton Core intensifying. Not creating separate attack. Enhancing Raziel's.
Coordination perfect. Communication seamless.
Elder and junior moving as one despite three thousand year age gap.
Gravity manipulation affecting every molten droplet.
Increasing mass. Increasing density. Increasing impact force.
Each droplet weighing tons despite small size. Each carrying heat melting stone plus gravity crushing mountains.
Each unstoppable. Unavoidable. Lethal.
Multiplied billion times. Trillion.
Falling like apocalyptic hail.
Striking Azurath.
Trapped in Graviton Lock. Unable dodging. Unable defending. Unable surviving.
Molten rain impacting.
Melting corrupted feathers. Crushing swollen body. Breaking fractured structure.
Destroying pseudo-Overlord through combined elemental assault no defense sufficient withstanding.
Azurath dissolved. Not slowly. Instantly.
Body unable maintaining integrity under combined assault.
Structure collapsing. Corruption unable sustaining animation.
Pseudo-Overlord dying. Finally. Mercifully. Completely.
Death guaranteed. Execution successful. Threat eliminated.
Clean. Efficient. Professional.
Corruption absorbed remains.
Purple-white mist flowing inward. Reclaiming creation. Dissolving body.
Nothing remaining. Just mist. Just absence.
Just empty space where pseudo-Overlord existed moments ago.
But Raziel ensured completeness.
Fire surging. Infernal Dominion incinerating even corruption. Even mist. Even absence.
Temperature spiking beyond physical matter. Beyond molecular bonds. Beyond atomic structure.
Approaching plasma state.
Everything vaporizing.
Corruption burning. Mist igniting. Even absence itself combusting.
Nothing remained.
No body. No corruption. No mist. No trace. No evidence.
No possibility resurrection. No chance reformation. No risk Flame Rebirth equivalent.
Just nothing. Just absolute absence. Just complete erasure.
Just perfect execution leaving zero traces.
Azurath—Lord-tier Storm Roc, atmospheric warden, three-century guardian, corrupted victim, pseudo-Overlord threat—gone.
Permanently. Finally. Completely.
Death absolute. Ending guaranteed. Threat eliminated professionally.
Efficiently. Coordinately.
Through two Overlords demonstrating why coordination mattered.
Why family stronger than individual. Why Theia's strongest protected world together.
Victory achieved.
Now came the cost.
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