The Omnipotent System

Chapter 108: Fight Of The Divine Plane 17: The Abyssal Convergence

As Ulthra struggled to her feet, blood dripping from her lips, Saryna's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. "Stop!" she shouted, her tone carrying an authority that silenced the battlefield. The Harbingers, scattered and battered, turned toward their leader. Each of their faces reflected confusion, anger, and disbelief as they watched the two Horsemen standing effortlessly against them.

"Saryna?" Varek called, a note of desperation in his voice. His hand clutched the hilt of his sword, knuckles white, but he hesitated, waiting for direction. Gorrath, still reeling from Garrick's kick, spat blood onto the dirt, his blackened flames flickering weakly around his fists. Myrris, eyes darting between Garrick and Hera, growled low under her breath.

"They're toying with us," Lokk muttered, his face twisted in frustration. His fists clenched, but the fear in his eyes was undeniable. Even Fenris, who always carried a cold, calculating demeanor, looked uncertain, his gaze flicking toward Saryna for answers.

"They're way out of our league," Saryna said, her voice strained but firm. She glanced around at her comrades, her expression hardening. "We can't defeat them like this."

"What do you mean, we can't defeat them?" Ulthra growled, wiping the blood from her chin. Her voice was thick with rage, but beneath it, there was a flicker of doubt. "We're the Harbingers of Destruction! We don't back down from a fight!"

"We're not backing down," Saryna snapped, her eyes sharp. "We're regrouping. If we charge in recklessly, we'll be slaughtered."

Thraxis, standing at the edge of the battlefield, raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you suggest we do?" His tone was calm, but there was an edge of sarcasm. He crossed his arms, waiting for an explanation as the others fell silent.

Saryna's eyes flickered with something dark, something that made the rest of the Harbingers uneasy. She didn't answer immediately, instead raising her hands slowly, deliberately. She moved with a grace that came from years of mastery, her fingers weaving through intricate hand signs. The movements were fluid, precise, as if each gesture held an ancient power.

The Harbingers watched her in stunned silence, their eyes widening as they recognized the technique. Gorrath's eyes narrowed, his mouth opening slightly in disbelief. Even Veloria, who rarely showed emotion, looked visibly shocked, her usually expressionless face betraying a flicker of awe.

"What are you...?" Lokk began, but his words trailed off as Saryna finished the sequence. She paused, her hands held in the final position, before lowering them slowly. Her gaze met each of theirs, one by one, and without a word, they all understood.

There was a brief moment of hesitation. The Harbingers, powerful as they were, had never attempted this. Not together. Not like this.

Saryna gave them a single nod.

The air grew thick with anticipation as the rest of the Harbingers mirrored Saryna's movements, their hands rising and falling in unison, repeating the same intricate signs. Thraxis was the first to follow, his fingers moving almost mechanically, his sharp eyes focused as his lips tightened in concentration.

Myrris, her face tight with determination, completed her hand signs next, her breath quickening as she aligned her energy with the others.

Ulthra, though bruised and battered, moved with surprising delicacy, her massive hands forming the signs with an eerie precision, her eyes locked on Saryna. Even Ulfang, grumbling under his breath, followed the motions, though his fingers fumbled slightly on the more delicate gestures.

Hera's grin widened, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust. "I don't care if it is or isn't," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I'm just glad they're finally putting up a fight."

Without another word, the battlefield erupted into chaos. The Harbingers, empowered by their combined domain, surged forward, their attacks coordinated and precise. Saryna led the charge, her movements swift and deadly as she directed the flow of the battle.

Varek's sword flashed through the air, aiming for Garrick's throat, but the Horseman of Conquest dodged with a grace that belied his size, his counterattack coming just as quickly. Ulthra, her fists glowing with raw energy, charged at Hera, her massive form barreling through the battlefield like a force of nature.

The battle raged on, each clash sending shockwaves through the twisted domain, but the Harbingers pressed on, their power growing with each passing moment. They moved as one, their combined strength overwhelming, their domain bending the very fabric of reality to their will.

Yet, despite their newfound power, Garrick and Hera stood firm, their expressions unyielding. The Horsemen, though outnumbered, fought with a calm, terrifying precision. For every blow the Harbingers landed, the Horsemen countered with twice the force.

And still, amidst the chaos, there was no fear in Garrick's eyes. Only a quiet, unshakable confidence.

Outside The Domain

"This is..."

Lovigary's voice wavered, his usually confident tone faltering as his wide eyes fixated on the massive, swirling domain before him.

"There's no mistaking it... It's... It's really that."

The air was suddenly filled with booming laughter, a sound that seemed out of place in the tense atmosphere. Everyone turned toward Lovigary, now smiling in disbelief, his earlier hesitation replaced by awe.

"I can't believe they actually pulled it off," he said, shaking his head in amazement as his gaze flicked back to the colossal structure. "The Abyssal Convergence... It's real."

His smile widened

A/N

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