The ground shook violently beneath West Two's feet as he strained to maintain control over the Dream Law Domain and the Extreme Yang Illumination Array. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with the dirt and blood that adorned his face. His body trembled with the immense strain, but he refused to yield.

But then, in a sudden and unexpected turn of events, the very source of the Abyss erupted in a cataclysmic explosion. The force of the blast sent shockwaves rippling through the Primeval Battlefield, shaking the earth and rattling the skies. Debris and fragments of darkness were flung in all directions, creating a whirlwind of chaos and destruction.

ƥandasnovel·ƈom Caught off guard by the sheer magnitude of the explosion, West Two was thrown backward with incredible force. His body collided with the unforgiving ground, pain shooting through every fiber of his being. Blood seeped from numerous wounds, and he struggled to regain his bearings amidst the chaos.

The impact had left West Two gravely injured, his body battered and broken. He could feel the weight of his injuries weighing him down, his strength waning rapidly. The tremors of the explosion reverberated through his bones, a stark reminder of the relentless power of the Abyss.

West Two maintained consciousness despite what happened, and through sheer instinct, he started tending to his wounds using Healing Magic. He knew that he needed to recover quickly because the Abyss will surely not let this chance go.

Unfortunately, it might've already been a little too late for that...

The air was thick with tension as West Two, nursing his wounds amidst the wreckage of the battlefield, looked up to witness a catastrophic sight. His eyes widened in horror as he beheld the Abyss, not content with its previous devastation, now morphing and expanding with an insatiable hunger. Its inky tendrils snaked through the shattered landscape, swallowing everything in its path with ravenous intent.

Chunks of land were being ripped out of the ground, swallowed by the Abyss with no hopes of ever returning. Tremors rocked the primeval battlefield as everybody clamored to stay away from the deadly tendrils of the Abyss that are trying to consume them all.

The realization hit West Two like a thunderbolt. The Abyss, driven by its relentless desire to consume, was now attempting to devour the entire Primeval Battlefield. Fear gripped his heart as he comprehended the dire implications of this nightmarish development. If the Abyss succeeded in its sinister goal, all hope would be lost.

West Two didn't expect that the Abyss still hold this much power. He thought that their previous efforts weakened it considerably worked, but it was clear that it didn't. If anything, that might've just angered the Abyss even more. Either way, the situation was certainly not in their favor.

As much as they're aware that the Abyss was the source of their troubles, is also as much as they knew about it.

The Abyss was a mysterious entity for all of them. Even the studious nature of Ashton, which West Two inherited, didn't give the doppelganger enough time to know everything about it. It's as much of an enigma as this battlefield was.

And with the Abyss trying to consume everything, West Two certainly didn't have time to tend to his injuries anymore. His priority now, was to save as many of their soldiers as he could and send them home.

The alarm spread like wildfire among the surviving humans. Panic and urgency surged through their ranks as they understood the imminent danger they faced. The Grand Commanders, their faces etched with grim determination, swiftly issued the command for a strategic retreat. They knew that their only chance for survival lay in regrouping and evacuating the battlefield.

The soldiers, battered and weary, rallied to the call of their leaders. With a renewed sense of purpose, they formed a defensive perimeter, covering their comrades as they began their mad dash toward the aircraft. Every step was laden with urgency, their hearts pounding in their chests, fueled by the knowledge that the Abyss threatened to consume them all.

Amidst the chaos and the relentless pursuit of the encroaching darkness, West Two pushed himself beyond the limits of his battered body. Despite his injuries, he refused to yield, his resolve unshakable. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he fought against the encroaching darkness, his Dream Law Domain, and the flickering remnants of the Extreme Yang Illumination Array serving as his shield against the consuming abyss. pandasnovel.com

The sound of explosions and screams echoed through the air as the humans battled both the Nightmare Incarnates and the looming darkness. The aircraft, shimmering beacons of hope, became the focal point of their desperate escape. Soldiers fought valiantly, fending off the encroaching horrors with every ounce of their remaining strength, their eyes fixed on the distant promise of safety.

As the last of the humans boarded the aircraft, West Two knew that their time was running out. The Abyss, relentless and voracious, continued its inexorable advance. With a heavy heart, he made the difficult decision to abandon his post and retreat alongside his comrades. They could no longer afford to delay their departure.

With one last look at the battlefield, now consumed by the encroaching darkness, West Two gritted his teeth and limped towards the waiting aircraft. The swirling maelstrom of chaos and despair followed closely behind, its hunger unabated. But even in the face of overwhelming odds, the flicker of hope burned brightly in the hearts of the humans.

As the chaos of the retreat unfolded, a scene of selfless heroism played out amidst the turmoil. Alice, the Sword Empress, her eyes burning with determination, stood at the forefront, rallying the soldiers and directing them toward the waiting aircraft. Despite the exhaustion etched on her face, she never faltered in her duty to ensure the safety of her comrades.

Mary, the Oracle Sage, her healing powers stretched to their limits, and moved with swift precision among the injured soldiers, offering whatever solace and aid she could. Her voice carried a soothing melody, calming the panicked hearts and urging them towards the path of escape. Even in the face of the encroaching abyss, she radiated a sense of unwavering hope.

Blake, the Titan, his massive frame a formidable shield, roared with a fury that matched the flames of battle. With every step, he carved a path of safety for his fellow soldiers, using his immense strength to push back the encroaching Nightmare Incarnates. His presence alone inspired those around him, lending them the courage to face the looming darkness.

And there, amidst the chaos and desperation, stood West Two, his injuries evident and his strength waning. Though weakened, he refused to be deterred. With his Dream Law Domain flickering in the face of the advancing abyss, he used his remaining energy to shield the retreating soldiers, to buy them precious seconds in their race against time.

Soldiers, loyal and courageous, tried to return the favor, attempting to aid their commanders in their escape. Yet, with stern resolve, the Grand Commanders, utilizing their military authority, firmly ordered their subordinates to prioritize their own safety. They understood that the survival of their soldiers was paramount, and their duty as leaders demanded sacrifice.

Amidst tearful farewells and heartfelt promises, the commanders urged their soldiers onward, their voices firm and commanding. They watched with heavy hearts as the soldiers filed into the waiting aircrafts, a bittersweet mix of relief and grief washing over them. Each commander knew that their sacrifice would buy valuable time for their comrades to escape the clutches of the abyss.

With the last soldier safely aboard, the commanders shared a lingering look, a silent acknowledgment of the immense weight they carried on their shoulders. They turned their backs to the fleeing aircrafts, resolute in their decision to stand against the encroaching darkness, to hold back the abyss with their final breaths.

As the aircrafts soared into the sky, carrying humanity's last hope, the Grand Commanders faced the abyss with unyielding resolve. The battlefield, now devoid of the soldiers they had fought alongside, became a desolate stage for their final stand. They braced themselves for the onslaught, their weapons raised and their hearts aflame with unwavering determination.

At that moment, they embodied the true essence of leadership and sacrifice. They were the shield that protected their comrades, the beacon of hope in the darkest hour. And even as the abyss closed in, their spirits burned brightly, refusing to be extinguished.

The battle raged on, a fierce clash of light against darkness. The Grand Commanders fought with valor and unwavering resolve, their every move a testament to their unwavering dedication to the cause. They knew that their sacrifice would not be in vain, for their legacy would live on in the hearts and memories of those they had led.

As the abyss descended upon them, swallowing them in its consuming darkness, the last echoes of their defiance reverberated through the battlefield. Their names would forever be etched in the annals of history, remembered as heroes who gave everything to protect humanity.

And as the abyss claimed its final victory, the soldiers could only weep in despair as they were ferried away by their comrades.

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