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Down in the gorge, the allied army was bleeding out rapidly.

Gawain, standing near the back of the retreating Apex Coalition lines, watched the carnage.

The massive Paladin Guild Master was furious. He had lost his primary strike team in the Frostfire Steppes, and now he was watching his main army get casually dismantled by a single player holding the high ground.

"The infantry is useless!" Gawain roared, grabbing a fleeing tank by the shoulder and violently throwing him back into formation. "Hold the line! Do not let him push further into the gorge!"

Gawain turned to his elite magical battalion, stationed safely near the bottom of the gorge.

"Mages!" Gawain commanded, pointing his golden warhammer up toward the high plateau where Dante’s squad was entrenched.

"Ignore the anomaly dropping swords! He’s invincible! Target the high ground! Set up the siege arrays! Bombard the plateau until that rusty tank breaks!"

The hundreds of high-tier Oakhaven casters didn’t hesitate. They abandoned their attempts to target Dante’s incoming [Aether-Blade Storm] and rapidly assembled into tight, synchronized firing formations.

Massive, overlapping magical circles of fire, frost, and arcane energy flared to life in the dim light of the gorge.

"We need more firepower!" Gawain yelled to his lieutenants. "Bring up the heavy ballistas!"

Dozens of massive, iron-reinforced siege weapons were dragged to the front of the mage battalion, their heavy bolts glowing with armor-piercing enchantments.

The sheer volume of artillery concentrating in the backline was staggering. If that coordinated bombardment launched, Garrick’s [Spiteful Bulwark] would eventually shatter, exposing Sera, Aria, and Casanova to absolute destruction.

Dante, standing at the edge of the plateau, saw the magical arrays illuminating the gorge below.

He didn’t try to sprint down the narrow path to engage them. He was still under the effects of Aria’s [Hymn of Strength], but the mages were hundreds of yards away, safely tucked behind the remaining infantry.

He wouldn’t reach them before they fired.

He needed to drop the payload directly on top of them.

He opened his inventory and equipped the [Mantle of the Void-Dragon].

"I don’t need a ramp," Dante whispered.

He triggered the cloak’s [Limitless Flight] passive.

Dante didn’t just jump. He launched himself into the sky above the plateau, tearing through the air like a missile.

The dark, starry fabric of the cloak flared aggressively as he rapidly ascended, achieving an altitude of several hundred feet in seconds.

He hovered high above the massive allied army, looking directly down at the glowing magical arrays of the Oakhaven mage battalion.

"He’s flying!" an Apex archer screamed, pointing up. "Anti-air! Shoot him down!"

A disorganized volley of arrows shot upward.

Dante didn’t dodge. The arrows struck his avatar, but because his base defense was incredibly high and the [Source of Recovery] passive instantly halved and healed any incoming damage, he was functionally ignoring the anti-air fire.

He didn’t draw [Voidsever]. He didn’t want to use [Abyssal Cleave] and accidentally carve the gorge in half, potentially triggering a massive rockslide that would bury the loot.

He opened his inventory, scrolling past his high-tier weaponry, and pulled out an incredibly basic, cheap gray skillbook he had looted from the early game.

[Item Appraised: Skillbook - Minor Gravity Well]

[Tier: Novice]

[Description: Creates a tiny, weak gravitational pull. Mostly used for moving small objects.]

Dante absorbed it instantly.

[Skill Learned: Minor Gravity Well (Novice)]

He aimed his empty left hand directly down into the center of the massive, glowing magical arrays.

[Skill Executed: Minor Gravity Well.]

The anomaly triggered.

[Talent Activated: 10,000x Multiplier.]

[Registering 10,000 flawless executions.]

The combat enlightenment wasn’t about raw kinetic force or thermal expansion. It was the absolute, fundamental mastery of atmospheric pressure and mass accumulation.

Dante understood exactly how to compress matter into a point so dense it literally tore a hole in the game’s physics engine.

[Minor Gravity Well has reached Adept tier.]

[Minor Gravity Well has reached Master tier.]

[Minor Gravity Well has reached Grandmaster tier.]

The air around Dante’s gauntlet violently warped, creating a high-pitched whine that sounded like a jet turbine spinning out of control.

[Minor Gravity Well has reached Zenith tier.]

[Skill Evolution Triggered.]

[Minor Gravity Well has evolved into: Singularity Collapse.]

The system interface flashed a deep, bruised black.

[Singularity Collapse (Zenith)]

[Description: The ultimate expression of gravitational destruction. The user summons a massive, fully stabilized black hole. The singularity actively devours all hostile entities, projectiles, and environmental terrain within a 300-foot radius. Deals continuous, compounding True Damage based on absorbed mass. Cooldown: None (Chrono-Shift Active).]

Dante didn’t smile. He just lowered his hand.

[Skill Executed: Singularity Collapse]

The air directly above the Oakhaven mage battalion didn’t just warp. Reality screamed.

A massive, perfectly spherical black hole erupted into existence, hovering exactly fifty feet above the glowing magical arrays.

The gravitational pull was absolute, terrifying, and completely inescapable.

The synchronized magical bombardment never launched. The massive, overlapping magical circles were violently ripped off the ground, the raw mana sucked directly into the black hole and instantly neutralized.

The hundreds of high-tier Oakhaven casters didn’t even have time to cancel their spells or trigger emergency extraction scrolls.

They were pulled violently off their feet, screaming in sheer, unfiltered panic, and sucked entirely into the singularity.

The heavy, iron-reinforced siege ballistas stationed behind them were ripped from the dirt, tumbling end-over-end as they were dragged into the crushing void.

The True Damage was immediate and overwhelming.

[-150,000! OVERKILL!]

[-150,000! OVERKILL!]

[-150,000! OVERKILL!]

The red damage numbers flooded the gorge, forming a solid wall of text.

Hundreds of players were instantly deleted, their avatars completely crushed into oblivion by the sheer, unmitigated weight of the black hole.

They didn’t even leave behind digital ash; they were completely erased from the immediate area.

The massive, terrifying artillery threat of the Apex Coalition was violently, flawlessly eradicated in less than thirty seconds.

Dante hovered above the apocalyptic destruction, his dark purple armor entirely unbothered by the gravitational pull he had created.

He watched the massive black sphere consume the last remnants of the mage battalion before he finally closed his hand, canceling the skill.

The black hole vanished.

The sudden silence in the gorge was deafening.

The massive, perfectly smooth crater left behind in the dirt was completely empty, save for a mountain of dropped wands, staves, and spellbooks.

Gawain stood near the front line, his golden warhammer drooping slightly. The Paladin Guild Master stared at the empty space where his entire magical artillery division had just been standing.

He didn’t speak. He couldn’t process the sheer scale of the mathematical anomaly hovering above him.

The remaining tens of thousands of players filling the narrow valley were completely paralyzed.

They had just watched a single player fly into the sky, ignore concentrated anti-air fire, and casually drop a black hole on a coordinated army.

The morale of the troops, already battered by the initial slaughter in the crater, absolutely shattered.

"He’s a god," a Vanguard’s Legacy warrior whispered, dropping his broadsword into the dirt. "We can’t fight a god."

Players began to break formation. The panic was spreading faster than the system could render it.

They shoved past each other, desperately trying to scramble up the steep sides of the gorge to escape the kill-zone.

Silas sat on his armored warhorse, his face completely pale. He watched his massive, fifty-thousand-man army actively routing.

"No!" Silas shrieked, his voice cracking with absolute desperation. "Hold the line! If we run now, he will hunt us all down! He is one man! We have the numbers!"

"Your numbers are useless, Silas!" Gawain roared, spinning around to glare at the Vanguard Guild Master. "He just deleted my entire backline! We cannot push that plateau without artillery cover!"

"Then we bring him down to us!" Silas roared back, his eyes wide and manic.

Silas reached into his inventory.

He didn’t pull out a weapon. He didn’t pull out a standard spell scroll.

He pulled out a massive, glowing white parchment bound in heavy silver chains that pulsed with intense, restrictive celestial energy.

It was a Holy-Forbidden artifact.

"I bought this to trap the Demon King," Silas sneered, glaring up at Dante hovering in the sky. "But you’re a much bigger threat."

Silas crushed the scroll in his gauntlet.

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