Chapter 776 Apex

Chapter 776 Apex

A genius in battle.

Those were four words. Four words that many would consider simple, yet their meaning was far from it.

To fully grasp the weight of those words, one had to look beyond their surface and delve into their rawest essence. The first...

Battles.

To the people of Eldoralth, who had grown up in a world filled with endless conflict, battles were not just clashes for survival or conquest.

They were entertainment— a celebration of strength that held a beauty all on its own.

There was something undeniably captivating about watching warriors meet on the battlefield, especially when the combatants were extraordinarily powerful and elite.

In those moments, the crowd would feel their hearts hammering, an irresistible surge of thrill, as if the very essence of battle coursed through their veins.

It was mesmerizing and electric, a frenzy that pulsed through the collective heart of the onlookers, connecting them to the brutality unfolding before them. It was as though they themselves were on the battlefield.

But after decades of constant battles ensuring, certain individuals soon stood out —a select few who redefined the very art of fighting. A select few who changed the way people viewed combat itself. These select people were called...

A genius of battle.

A genius in battle was not just skilled. He wasn't just elite, adept with handling weapons and fighting.

He was born to fight.

It was as though combat were an extension of his nature, a fluid language that needed no thought.

Every move, every strike, would always be executed with effortless grace, and every decision was instinctive. There would be not a single moment of hesitation in his movements.

To those watching, such a person would appear flawless.

"Flawless" was a term often thrown around, but here, in this instance, it fit like a blade in a sheath. Flawless.

And when one watches such a being in action, there was always the sequence. A sequence that blew minds.

An extremely complex, yet seamless blend of actions that eventually formed into something extraordinary.

To the untrained eye, to the masses, it might appear as nothing more than a blur of motions, a series of ordinary movements common in battles.

But to those who understood, those who had observed battles since birth, the sequence was akin to a dance.

Every step, pivot, and strike flowed into the next as if preordained by the heavens, each movement carving through the battlefield with an efficiency that defied measurement.

It wasn't the mark of someone who could see three steps ahead or needed to adjust mid fight. No. It was the mark of someone who had seen everything, because his every action was already the perfect response.

As soon as the green barrier came down, Atticus's latest sequence had been just that: flawless.

And then, every screen across the arena and domain flashed with a single announcement:

"Karn Voss is unable to continue the fight. The winner is: Atticus Ravenstein of the human race."

It took a moment.

One that felt like eternity. But given the gravity of the moment each one of them was trying to comprehend, the long pause felt necessary.

The announcement had been made in each race's respective language, yet it seemed as though many were struggling to read.

To many, the words felt surreal, as if the powerhouses had gathered together to pull an elaborate prank.

A human. A race that, when compared with the others on the planet, seemed insignificant.

A human had won a planet wide competition that only occurred once every ten years. And once the people comprehended those words...

The silence shattered.

The Ravensteins were first. They erupted in thunderous roars, cheers so intense they reverberated like tremors through Ravenspire.

Every single one of them shouted with every fiber of their being, even Anastasia. The competition was over, and so was her anxiety. Her son had won!

The air filled with a blend of all eight elements, each one painting Ravenspire in a mosaic of color.

And then, like wildfire, it spread.

The entire human domain erupted into a frenzy so wild, it was as if the very heart of humanity had roared to life.

In every corner of the cities, people poured into the streets, shouting, cheering, chanting Atticus's name.

People hugged, families cried and laughed, and hands reached skyward as though they were each trying to touch the victory he had claimed.

At the academy, every division exploded with cheers, roars echoing through the halls. Every instructor stood, hands clenched as their blood boiled. Jared was so close to the screen, it seemed he wanted to enter it.

Isabella couldn't help but smile, noticing her father, Harrison, subtly clenching his fists under his seat. His face appeared neutral, but the energy around him told a different story.

Across the entire human domain, the air was electric.

He had done it. He had actually fucking done it!

For the humans, this was a victory they would remember even after death. A victory for the ages—proof that, against all odds, they had risen to the top.

And at the heart of it all stood the one who had given them this moment, his image blazing across every screen.

His form, wreathed in flames, hovered high above, his molten eyes steady with an unshakable calm.

In that moment, a single thought formed in the minds of everyone watching.

He was the Apex of all Apexes.