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Everyone started laughing, thinking he was just messing with them.

The mood lightened. But then, the ground began to tremble again.

This time, it was much stronger—shaking the air, rattling their bones, and sending ripples through the sand.

A soldier looked up, his laughter drying in his throat as his eyes widened in disbelief.

The sky above them had suddenly darkened, the sun swallowed by an ominous shadow. It wasn't a cloud.

A massive sandworm, its monstrous body rippling through the air, was moving toward them.

The creature was as big as the canyon's opening itself, and its enormous mouth lined with rows of jagged teeth, ready to swallow anything in its path.

"What in the hell is that doing here?!" The commander's voice shook as beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead. "That's a destroyer level! A Basilisk Worm!"

His words hung in the air like a death sentence.

They were all too familiar with the legend of the Basilisk Worm—a beast that destroyed cities apart during the first wave in 2025 without mercy.

One soldier staggered backward, his voice trembling as he spoke,

"We're dead. We're all dead…"

Everyone could only force a laugh, though it was hollow and strained.

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They already accepted their fate. There was no escaping this.

There was no escaping this. The Basilisk Worm was not something that could be fought or outlasted—it was a force of nature, and humanity were powerless before it.

The brown haired solder laughed bitterly, his voice cracking, "Well... at least we're not going to die alone."

His words were supposed to be a joke, but they only served to emphasized the hopelessness of their situation.

Another soldier stared out at the horizon, his eyes vacant.

"We fought for nothing, didn't we? All those battles... for nothing."

But then, just as the massive head of the Basilisk Worm turned its attention to them, Major Skyler shot from the ground .

She used the canyon walls as stepping stones, leaping from rock to rock with astounding speed, each bound bringing her closer to the massive creature.

No one in their right mind would dare take on a destroyer-level monster head-on, and yet there she was, defying every expectation.

"She's… insane. She should've just left us behind. We're not worth it," one soldier muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

But she didn't hesitate at all.

Even if the odds were impossible, even if every part of logic screamed against it, her unflinching resolve made them believe—if only for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, she could full it off.

When she finally reached the worm's massive head, she didn't pause for a moment.

In one quick motion, she swung her sword with the precision of a master, and in the blink of an eye, dozens—no, hundreds—of slashes erupted from her blade.

Each strike was so fast, so violent, that it was like the very air around her was being torn apart.

A tempest of blades.

Each slash was enough to destroy tanks, enough to tear through anything in its path.

She was going to bring it down—even if it meant sacrificing everything she had.

THUD!

Skyler landed hard on the ground, her legs buckling beneath her as she gasped for breath.

For a moment, she could only controlled her breathing. And with her remaining strength, she pushed her head up, only to be disappointed.

The Basilisk Worm, its thick armor was barely scratched by her attacks.

She poured everything into that attack—every ounce of her strength, every skill she honed over years of battle. It should've been enough.

'Why wasn't it enough?'

A sharp, bitter taste bloomed in the back of her throat as her body shook with exhaustion.

Sweat stung her eyes, but it wasn't from the heat. It was the weight of failure pressing down on her, suffocating her.

"Why am I so weak?!" She bit down on her lip in frustration. Blood began to flow from the cut, but she didn't care.

She hated herself for failing.

"Don't blame yourself too much. You just lacked a good weapon,"

She flinched, startled, because she didn't heard anyone approach.

But now, standing beside her, was a robed man. He slowly lifted his hood, revealing his face.

His features were eye-catching, almost too perfect. It was Asher.

"Who... are you?" she asked while wiping the remaining blood from her lip.

He gave her a small, enigmatic smile. "A civilian,"

"A civilian?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief, feeling as though he was making fun of her.

Little did she know, he wasn't lying. He was indeed a civilian, with no affiliations to anyone or anything.

"At a place like this, you're calling yourself civilian?"

He merely nodded. There was no sign of fear, no sense of panic.

"Well, you're certainly not afraid," she muttered under her breath. She assumed he must be an S-class Awakener she hadn't heard of, given how calm he was.

Asher chose to remain silent. This monster might have been strong for them, but to him, it only look big.

'I could defeat it with a powerful spell, but I'm limited to only 15% of my power,' he pondered.

He was cautious of the angel searching for him, worried that any display of his true capabilities might reveal his position.

Based on his memory of the angel searching for him, pantheon warned that he might be dealing with an Archangel. If that was the case, even his current level of power might not be enough to deal with her.

This was why he agreed to pantheon's offer—to slowly transform his body into that of a half-dragon. However, in exchange, he could not exceed 50% of his current power limit.

'Maybe I should use an artifact?'

He recalled the hundreds of items he took from Eryx, mentally going through them one by one, considering their abilities to find the one that would be perfect for this situation.

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"Let me handle this," Asher stepped forward. He raised his hand slightly, and, a sword materialized in his grip.

The weapon was a long, elegant blade with a hilt designed like a coiled snake, its silver scales shimmering faintly in the light.

He made a mental note not to use too much of his strength, as he would just end up looking overpowered.

'I'll try hitting it 10 times,'

'No, I think 20 times is more believable.'

"Wait, you can't win against that thing alone! I can hel—" Skyler warned, but before she could finish her sentence, he vanished from her sight.

All that followed was a slicing, deafening sound, and then, in the blink of an eye, the creature's massive head was cleanly severed, slowly falling from the sky.

THUD!

He landed in front of her and sighed heavily, not from exhaustion, but frustration. He glanced at his weapon and shook his head, mentally scolding himself for overestimating the toughness of the monster's skin.

One single strike, and it was over. So much for holding back and pretending not to be too overpowered.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you before," he asked while he unsummoned his weapon.