Floating Islands: SSS Gacha Lord-Chapter 57 - Return to Ashroot

Atlas’s decision brought a wave of relief and renewed fire across the ranks. A breath exhaled as one, followed by a crackling surge of energy. Grins broke out. Weapons were gripped tighter.

Above, the islands began to shift, Gacha Haven rising steadily, while Soren’s island sank lower, like a challenge being accepted. The battlefield itself seemed to acknowledge the turn. fгeewebnovёl.com

Morganna’s lips tugged into a slight, knowing smile.

Atlas raised his hand high. "The battle isn’t over! Our fight isn’t finished! End this, and make them regret ever underestimating us!"

A roar of approval burst from his troops.

As the islands locked into place, a new stretch of ground formed between them. The final stage laid bare for the endgame.

Atlas took a steady breath, tightening his grip around his spear. No hesitation now. The decision was made. No matter how this ended, they would see it through.

To the very end.

"Edrik, prepare the troops!" Atlas commanded.

Edrik bowed and turned at once, rushing to the rear where he began rearranging their forces. He mirrored Soren’s earlier tactics, preparing for a strike from several angles.

Before Atlas, a portal began to shimmer, slowly widening. A swirling gate to the next battlefield.

Behind Atlas, Lyrassa, Kurogasa, and the entire Blaze Team had assembled. Weapons drawn. Eyes focused. Feet steady.

"My Lord, I love your decision!" Kaida called out with a fierce grin. "Let’s trample our enemies. We’re not finished yet, ha!"

The portal flared wide, revealing the jagged, war-torn path that led straight into Soren’s island.

[The battle begins now!]

For a heartbeat, there was silence, then, a thunderous wave of war cries erupted from Gacha Haven’s forces.

"SHOW THEM WHO WE ARE!"

"NO MERCY. NO RETREAT!"

"MAKE THEM PAY!"

And like a fire igniting a fuse, they surged forward.

Morganna was first to move. She flew into the portal like a storm, her scythe already raised, ready to tear through anything in her path. Ahead, dozens of enemy troops tightened formation, forming a defensive wall.

But before her momentum could carry her alone, another figure charged beside her, spear in hand, just as fierce.

It was Atlas.

She turned her head just enough to glance at him, their eyes locking for the briefest of moments. A silent nod passed between them.

Then they pushed forward.

Lords were meant to lead from behind. To watch. To command. But Atlas hadn’t trained day and night just to sit and give orders from a floating throne.

He was made for more.

With a sharp twist of his spear, he spun into motion, fighting not as a symbol, but as a warrior. Side by side with Morganna, he raced into the heart of battle.

Morganna reached the enemy lines in a blink. The front ranks raised their weapons with rage burning in their eyes, shouting their defiance at the vampire queen.

"Cut them down! Make them regret ever looking down on us!" they screamed.

But Morganna didn’t strike just yet.

She held her momentum, just for a second, then vanished.

In the next breath, she reappeared behind them. A single swing of her scythe, and bodies crumpled, limbs, weapons, and lives severed clean in a single, fluid motion.

"Attack from this side!" Atlas’s voice rang out.

He spun his spear in a blur, catching the incoming strike with a sharp block. The force pushed him back, boots grinding against the earth. But he held firm, then shoved forward, breaking the enemy’s rhythm.

Another enemy came at him from the left.

Atlas didn’t flinch. He flowed with the attack, redirecting it to the side before launching his own counter, a clean slash that sent the enemy flying.

Across the field, both armies clashed with full force. Steel met steel, arrows screamed through the air, and magic tore through the sky in brilliant flashes of power. Every inch of the battlefield was alive with fury.

Atlas pressed on.

He lunged forward, striking clean and true, then pulled back, letting the defenders absorb the next wave. The moment they opened a path, he drove in again, another thrust, an overhead strike.

He wasn’t just leading. He was in the heart of it now.

He was fighting.

Atlas blocked the incoming strike with a sharp turn of his spear, then leapt back, gaining space just long enough to build momentum. In one clean motion, he lunged forward, driving the weapon straight through his opponent’s neck.

The enemy dropped instantly.

Atlas froze for a heartbeat.

This was the first human he had ever killed.

"Attack!" Kaida’s voice rang out. From behind the lines, she hurled glowing orbs of magic that exploded across the field, while her teammates slammed into the enemy ranks with shields and blades, cutting a path through the chaos.

Then, something strange, yet beautiful.

From the bodies of Atlas’s allies, vines began to unfurl, curling up and blooming into vibrant flowers that released a soft, sweet fragrance into the air.

Almost instantly, weariness faded. Aches dulled to a throb. The fatigue of battle melted away.

Lyrassa. She wasn’t just healing them, she was empowering them. A true force of nature in support, and in a war like this, maybe even the most important player on the field.

Atlas turned his gaze toward the horizon.

There it stood.

The enemy fortress. The final wall between them and Soren. No doubt, the enemy Lord was waiting there, protected by wave after wave of troops.

But they would get through.

And when they did, Soren would face the justice he had tried to escape.

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On the battlefield’s edge, Milo had dropped to the ground, his cards scattered like leaves around him. He clutched his head, trembling, breath ragged.

"Please... not too hard... this is terrifying..."

Karian stood over him. "Now, let’s show them what we’re made of."

Without waiting, Karian reached down and grabbed Milo’s leg.

"W-wait, wai. AAAAAAHHHH!" Milo screamed.

A pulse of dark energy rippled outward, swirling around his body as it began to shift, twist, expand.

Black energy exploded from Milo’s form, enveloping him in a raging storm of power.

Before the transformation could even complete, Karian flung him, hard.

Milo’s body flew through the air, growing, warping, his muscles swelling as the beast within was unleashed. His form expanded mid-flight, becoming something monstrous.

Becoming Raze.

From the enemy’s side, a shout of shock rang out:

"WHAT IS THAT?!"

"SOMETHING’S COMING!"

"IT’S IN THE AIR. LOOK OUT!"

"STOP IT! SHOOT IT DOWN!"

"TOO FAST! I CAN’T."

But it was too late.

Raze smashed into the fortress wall like a cannonball, the impact shaking stone and soil alike. Dust and debris exploded from the point of collision as the beast landed, standing tall, fully transformed, and seething with power.

"ROARRR!!" The guttural roar ripped through the air.

Surrounded now by dozens of Soren’s troops, Raze turned slowly, eyes glowing with raw fury.

"Come at me, sons of whores!!" he bellowed.

Well, Raze had landed first, right in the heart of the enemy formation. Not only that, he’d smashed through the fortress wall itself, tearing open the very defenses meant to protect their Lord.

Now, the rest of the team had one mission:

Break through the chaos.

Provide backup.

And find where Soren was hiding.

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