Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 528: Fate

Then...

Wushhh...

Hana exhaled towards the statues. A dense, icy breath burst forth, enveloping them in a thick frost. A faint cracking sound echoed as the ice around the statues began to melt—not from warmth, but from the surge of magic igniting life within.

From beneath the melting ice emerged ferocious beasts with solid bodies, sharp fur, and eyes glowing a pale blue. A chilling magical aura filled the air, causing the temperature to plummet in seconds.

Without further command, the beasts darted in various directions. As they moved, their bodies expanded dramatically, tearing through the air with a deafening roar, each growing over twenty meters tall—intimidating giants of ice.

"Attack them," Hana ordered, her voice firm yet nearly drowned by the roar of magic and the chaos of battle. The beasts lunged toward Beldru's group, who were still preoccupied with the remaining sky satellites.

Hana's gaze swiftly scanned the battlefield. She sought the leader—and found him.

Beldru was swinging a massive, bright blue sword, unleashing waves of energy that split the sky.

"Found you," Hana murmured, before propelling herself forward. A trail of icy mist glowed behind her like a path of frozen crystals.

In a single breath, Hana appeared directly before Beldru.

"You made the wrong choice," she said softly, her tone filled with conviction. Without hesitation, she swung her hand toward Beldru's abdomen. Her hand was now enveloped in an icy aura shaped like a beast's claw, sharp and deadly.

Beldru flinched, eyes widening. He hadn't expected Hana to appear so swiftly. The distance was too short, and his reaction nearly too late.

But just as the attack was about to land, a flash of lightning enveloped the area. Instantly, the surroundings transformed—the air vibrated, and the sky screamed with thunder.

Beldru's body vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by the crackle of lightning and the sharp scent of ozone.

Hana slowly retracted her hand. A powerful force pressed against her from all directions, causing her cloak to billow wildly. She frowned and muttered, "A high-level Grandmaster domain, huh..."

She knew the real battle had just begun.

As she tried to locate Beldru again, a sense of tension gripped her. Her combat instincts warned her—danger was approaching from below.

Reflexively, she looked down.

Sure enough, from beneath, Beldru shot upward like a lightning spear, his weapon now coated in shrieking electrical energy.

Hana shifted her body sideways to evade, but Beldru immediately altered his attack trajectory. His movements were so swift, like lightning striking from an unexpected angle. In an instant, he was directly in Hana's path, his spear thrusting forward with full force.

"Ice Coffin," Hana whispered, her voice nearly lost in the tense air.

Instantly, icy mist spread from her body, enveloping the surrounding area in a biting white fog. In less than a second, the fog solidified, forming a massive coffin of deep blue ice, enclosing Hana entirely within.

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Zap!

Tang!

Beldru's spear struck the ice coffin forcefully. Yet, there was no explosion, no burst of energy as he had anticipated. Instead, the lightning energy from his spear vanished, seemingly absorbed by an unseen force emanating from the ice's surface.

"Damn it... how is this possible?" he muttered, his face tense, struggling to comprehend what had just occurred.

Previously, he had fled not out of fear of Hana—she was merely a basic-level Grandmaster. What he had been wary of were the thousands of sky satellites looming above. But now, in direct confrontation, Beldru began to realize... he had misjudged. The woman before him was no mere symbol. Hana's position as captain was not just an empty title.

Not far ahead, the surface of the ice coffin began to crack softly before slowly opening.

Hana stepped out with light yet graceful steps, like a queen descending from her throne. The slight smile on her face wasn't just a sign of confidence—for Beldru, that smile felt like a lightning strike to his chest, shattering the remnants of his confidence.

"Are you starting to realize now?" Hana spoke calmly, her eyes locked onto Beldru.

Without waiting for a response, she raised her staff high into the sky.

The clouds above them churned violently, as if responding to her call. The sky screamed, and from within the swirling frozen clouds, massive chunks of ice emerged—not just one, but dozens. Each was as large as a massive building, shimmering under the magical light. They plummeted from the sky like cursed meteors.

Beldru immediately sensed danger. Not just any threat, but an instinctual fear of death gripping his throat. Without hesitation, he pulled out a teleportation talisman and activated it. But nothing happened.

"Teleportation seal?" he screamed internally, his breath catching.

Cold sweat drenched his temples. There was no escape. Panic began to creep into his chest. He quickly gathered all his lightning elements, compressing his power to forcefully break through.

But before he could move further, a bright light emerged from the center of his own domain.

An altar slowly rose from the ground. Bathed in blinding golden light, the altar emitted an aura of authority that caused the surrounding lightning energy to waver.

At the center of the altar stood a throne... made entirely of pure ice. Majestic. Cold. Oppressive.

Around the altar, pillars of ice appeared one by one, towering high and adorned with unfamiliar magical carvings. From within each pillar, spirits emerged—fog-shrouded beings with deadly auras that even lightning energy hesitated to approach.

Beldru's face turned pale.

The spirits surged toward Beldru, forming a protective formation to guard the impact point of the falling ice meteors. They spun and moved agilely, encircling him in a tight ring.

"The worst decision I've ever made," Beldru murmured, his breath ragged. His face was now drenched in cold sweat, not from fear... but because his instincts screamed: death was now unavoidable.

"Perhaps... it was fate," he whispered, this time with a light tone, almost like a bitter smile from someone accepting the end.

He clenched his fist before his chest. In an instant, his body exploded in a burst of raging lightning energy. His lightning domain trembled and expanded, as if to show he hadn't given up. From within the lightning vortex, hundreds of energy spears emerged and shot skyward, piercing the frozen clouds and striking the descending ice meteors.

Boom! Zap!

One by one, the meteors exploded before reaching the ground, the sky filled with lightning flashes and burning ice shards.