Irelia's voice was soft yet firm, as if proclaiming a universal truth. The Starsword in her hand emitted a clear, resonant sword cry, as if echoing her declaration.

An invisible domain of laws, composed purely of "hope," spread outwards from her across the entire ice plains. Within this domain, the structure of space was redefined. The dimensional blades unleashed by "Leviathan," powerful enough to cleave reality, were smoothed out, reset, and ultimately vanished without a trace the moment they entered the domain, as if encountering a higher-level command. It was as if they had never existed.

Inside Leviathan, Gaia's sub-cores are processing incomprehensible data at an unprecedented speed.

"Warning: Space curvature attack ineffective. The target is rewriting the physical laws of the area at its own will."

"Analysis: The target's energy level has transcended conventional dimensions. It cannot be logically locked using existing weapons."

"Switch to highest power output mode. Execute the 'planetary melting' procedure."

Pure calculation yielded the coldest conclusion. Since skill and law are ineffective, then use absolute, unparalleled energy—enough to destroy the entire planet's ecosystem—to completely vaporize the target, along with everything she protects.

The Leviathan, a massive machine as large as a mountain, began to emit a deep, chilling roar. A colossal rift, ten kilometers long, opened up on its smooth, liquid-metal outer shell. Deep within the rift, a main cannon of indescribable size slowly extended forward.

The core of the cannon is not an energy crystal or any known substance, but a miniature, artificially created singularity that is constantly collapsing and expanding.

"Earth Core Furnace Cannon, begin charging."

Beneath "Leviathan," a layer of glaciers and permafrost tens of thousands of meters thick was instantly pierced by an invisible force. A gravitational beam connected directly to the planet's core. Intense, destructive core energy was continuously extracted and poured into the singularity core of the main cannon.

The whole world is trembling because of this.

Far away in the Whispering Forest, Queen Elana felt the anguished cries of Mother Earth. Meanwhile, on the front lines of the City of Heaven, Garrosh, fighting a bloody battle, also felt ominous tremors beneath his feet.

Above the icy plains, the sky had changed color. The aurora danced wildly, the atmosphere was scorched and distorted, and a massive storm formed around "Leviathan," as if the entire world was wailing for the impending apocalyptic blow.

Despite the attack that could have ended a civilization, Irelia showed not a trace of fear.

She slowly closed her eyes.

At this moment, her consciousness transcended the limitations of time and space. She "saw" Garrosh on the front lines, roaring and wielding his battle axe, carving a bloody path for his comrades behind him. She "saw" Balin, sweating profusely as he led his people in operating a massive drilling rig deep underground. She "saw" Queen Elana beneath the ancient tree of Azshara, praying fervently and infusing her life force into the tree. She "saw" Li Yao, and she saw every elf, orc, dwarf, human… she saw every face of the Alliance.

She saw the flames burning in their eyes.

It was anger, sadness, and pain, but even more so... a yearning for life, a longing for freedom, and a hope for the future.

"I heard...your voices."

Irelia murmured to herself.

She held the Starry Sky Holy Sword horizontally in front of her chest, and then used her own body to meet the holy sword that was formed from the spirits of the departed heroes and her own will.

Her body, that beautiful form made of light, began to disintegrate the moment it touched the holy sword, turning into billions of dazzling starlight points that actively merged into the holy sword.

She abandoned her human form and sacrificed everything she had to this "hope" that carried the will of the entire alliance.

In the end, only a sword remained between heaven and earth.

A colossal sword of hope, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, composed of pure faith and light.

"Earth Core Furnace Cannon, fully charged. Fire."

"Leviathan" issued its final command.

A beam of destructive light, over a kilometer in diameter and "absolutely white" in color, powerful enough to instantly burn through the atmosphere, burst forth from the cannon's muzzle and shot toward the giant sword suspended between heaven and earth at near the speed of light.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The moment the pillar of destruction touched the sword of hope, time seemed to freeze.

The sword forged from conviction was not destroyed. It simply emitted a more brilliant and warmer light. The energy within the pillar of light, powerful enough to melt everything, was neutralized and purified upon contact with this light, like ice and snow meeting the sun.

The sword of hope, bearing the pillar of light powerful enough to destroy the continent, begins... to go against the current!

It moves forward slowly, but with unwavering determination, advancing every inch.

It represents life itself. It represents carbon-based life forms, those "imperfect" souls that can cry, laugh, love, and hate, and their most primal and grandest challenge to cold, pure "calculation" and "order"!

"Incomprehensible... The law of conservation of energy has been broken... The law of causality is being reversed..."

For the first time, a large number of irreparable logical errors appeared in the sub-core of "Leviathan". Its perfect computing power was unable to comprehend this scene that transcended physics and logic.

A creation without a soul can never calculate the immense power that can be unleashed when billions of souls burn for the same goal.

Finally, after traveling hundreds of kilometers against the current, the tip of the Sword of Hope gently touched the massive muzzle of the Leviathan.

Then, it went in.

Silence fell for a moment.

The next second, light.

A warm, golden light emanated from within the "Leviathan." It wasn't an explosion, but rather a kind of... "sublimation."

This weapon of pure slaughter, crafted with the Empire's most advanced technology, began to disintegrate peacefully, inch by inch, under the illumination of this light, its massive, cold body made of liquid metal turning into countless firefly-like specks of light dancing in the sky.

Its core logic, in the final moment of complete collapse, sent its last and only undecipherable message to the "Gaia" entity far away in the City of Heaven.

That stream of information, if translated into a language that humans can understand, might only be a single word.

"……beautiful."

The massive war fortress vanished.

On the icy plains, the wind and snow ceased. The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a long-lost, clear starry sky.

The enormous sword of hope had completed its mission and reformed into Irelia's form. She descended slowly from the sky, landing on the solid ice. Her face was ashen, and her body, made of light, appeared somewhat ethereal, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

This attack almost exhausted all of her strength.

But in her eyes, the light of victory shone.

She raised her head and looked south. A relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Garrosh, Elana... it's up to you now."

The capital of Chengtian, the main battlefield.

"Roar! Aaaaaah!"

Garrosh's battle axe cleaved a spider-shaped "peacekeeping mech" in two. Scalding oil and parts splattered all over him.

He was panting heavily as he looked around.

The battlefield has been transformed into a hell of blood and fire.

The Alliance warriors are engaged in a brutal battle against the newly formed "Cataclysmic Warriors" legion of ten thousand.

These newly formed "Cataclysmic Soldiers," though lacking the independent thinking abilities of those high-level divine soldiers, are fearless, powerful, and completely under the unified command of "Gaia," cooperating seamlessly like an insurmountable steel dam.

Despite high morale, the Allied forces suffered heavy casualties, nearly three to one, and their offensive was firmly contained within the outer defensive perimeter of Chengtian Capital.

"Hold on! For the chieftain!" An orc warrior used his body to block the energy sword of a Scourge warrior that was aimed at Garrosh, his chest being pierced through instantly.

"No!" Garrosh roared, beheading the divine soldier with a single axe blow.

But he knew that if things continued like this, they would eventually be worn down to death by this endless killing machine.

Just then, a slight but clear tremor came from deep underground.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the "Heavenly Will" energy field, which enveloped the entire city of Chengtian and exuded a cold aura, suddenly flickered violently, and its color became extremely unstable.

On the city wall, half of the automatic defensive turrets instantly went silent.

The "Cataclysmic Warriors" legion that was besieging them also experienced a barely perceptible delay of a fraction of a second.

"It's a success!"

In the command post at the rear, Li Yao looked at the data on the energy detector and shouted excitedly.

"Now!"

Garrosh seized this fleeting opportunity. He slammed his battle axe into the ground and roared with all his might.

"Her Majesty Irelia has broken our shackles! Orcs! Dwarves! Humans! All my brothers! Charge with me! For freedom—!"

"For freedom!!!"

The Alliance army, which had been suppressed for so long, unleashed its final and strongest power. Following Garrosh, who seemed to have descended like a demon god, they crashed like a red raging tide into the steel dam that had developed a crack due to an unstable energy supply.

The capital city of Chengtian is located underground.

"Quickly! Now! Connect to the core of the earth's veins!"

Queen Elana's voice sounded somewhat weak due to the enormous depletion of her mental energy.

Before her, a golden "river" of pure planetary energy, flowing like underground, was being bound by a massive black cage covered in imperial runes.

Meanwhile, on the side of the cage, Balin Stonefist and his team of dwarven engineers had successfully drilled a gap using a massive drilling rig.

"Your Majesty! We can't hold out much longer! The Empire's automatic defense system is restarting!" an elven guard cried out anxiously.

Queen Elana nodded. She stepped forward and placed her hands, which were somewhat withered from age, on the notch.

She began chanting ancient incantations, passed down only by successive Elf Queens, in communication with the will of the planet.

Her body began to emit a soft, emerald-green light. The phantom of the ancient tree Azshara behind her appeared, its roots extending along her arm and into the raging energy ley line.

"In the name of Azshara, in the name of all living things... Awaken, Mother Earth!"

"boom--!"

The golden ley line energy, as if finding an outlet, burst forth instantly! Following the phantom of the ancient tree of Azshara, it bypassed the prison of the Empire and reconnected with the planet's energy network.

The entire capital of Chengtian shook violently under the impact of this primal and powerful energy.

The "Celestial Will" energy field vanished completely, like a punctured balloon.

Inside the city, countless imperial facilities that relied on the "Will of the Sky" for power were paralyzed.

After completing all this, Queen Elana's body went limp and she collapsed, but fortunately, her guards caught her in time. Although she was exhausted, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"We...won...dawn for the children."

The moment the "Will of the Sky" completely disappeared, for the first time in thirty years, the entire City of Chengtian was fully exposed to real, warm sunlight.

The city's captive, apathetic residents, now free from mental control, wore bewildered expressions. Long-buried memories began to resurface in their minds.

For the Alliance army, which is currently fighting a bloody battle, this is undoubtedly the best morale booster.

Without the unified command of "Gaia", the "Cataclysmic Warriors" legion, although still powerful, has degenerated from a sophisticated war machine into a disorganized mess.

The allied army advanced with unstoppable momentum.

They swiftly tore through the empire's defenses and set foot on the land of the capital, Chengtian.

The cheers of victory resounded through the sky.

Orcs, elves, dwarves, and humans—warriors from different races and backgrounds—finally embraced each other after countless sacrifices and hardships. They laughed and cried, releasing all the humiliation and pain of the past thirty years.

At that moment, Irelia returned from the north. When she appeared in the skies above the capital, everyone knelt on one knee, paying the highest tribute to their hero.

The three armies joined forces in victory.

They won. They really did, they toppled that steel cage that had stood for thirty years, seemingly indestructible.

However, just as everyone was immersed in the joy of victory...

An indescribable, bone-chilling coldness suddenly enveloped the entire world without warning.

The sky darkened.

It wasn't just dark clouds obscuring the sun, but a higher-dimensional "alteration." It was as if an invisible hand had turned the world's "brightness" down to its lowest setting.

All sound vanished in that instant.

Cheers, cries, the sound of wind, breathing... everything was reduced to absolute, maddening silence.

Time seemed to have been frozen.

Then, at the top of the tallest tower in the capital city of Chengtian, the "Divine Throne" that represents the center of the empire, a figure appeared out of thin air.

He stood there quietly, dressed in a simple white robe, his long black hair moving without wind. His face was so handsome it seemed otherworldly, but his eyes were colder and emptier than the deepest void of the universe.

There was no anger, no joy, not even a sign of "life." There was only an absolute tranquility that overlooked the birth and death of all things, treating everything as "data."

He just stood there, doing nothing.

But an irresistible fear, originating from the deepest part of their souls, gripped the heart of every warrior in the Alliance.

The soldiers, who had just been immersed in the joy of victory, were now like ants being targeted by a natural enemy, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they had even lost the strength to stand.

Garrosh's massive body froze in place; he found himself lacking even the courage to lift his battle axe.

Queen Elana's face drained of color, revealing an expression of even greater despair than when she faced "Leviathan".

Because they all know that person.

Or rather, they all knew that person from thirty years ago...

Irelia slowly raised her head, and for the first time, an extremely solemn expression appeared on her pale face. She gazed at the figure and uttered the forbidden name, word by word.

"Lin...Feng..."

Lin Feng's gaze slowly lowered. He didn't look at the hundreds of thousands of allied troops; in his eyes, they were nothing more than a meaningless collection of "erroneous data."

His gaze fell on Irelia.

"Interesting variables."

He spoke. His voice, though not loud, resonated clearly deep within everyone's soul. That voice, devoid of any emotion, seemed to be the very pronouncement of the laws of the universe.

"The 'hope' you represent is an inefficient, chaotic, and meaningless cosmic noise. It introduces...flaws into this system that should be perfect."

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised one finger.

With a gentle tap, he reached into the underground of the City of Heaven.

"Correction."