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The heavy silver chains binding the white parchment shattered in Silas’s gauntlet.

The system interface didn’t just flash a warning; it violently shook.

A massive, blinding pillar of pure white light erupted from Silas’s position. The light shot straight up, completely bypassing the dense, corrupted canopy of the Sky Demon Forest, and aggressively expanded outward in a colossal, mile-wide radius.

A shimmering, impenetrable dome of solid white energy slammed down over the entire gorge, the high plateau where Aegis Vanguard was entrenched, and a massive section of the surrounding woods.

[System Event: Holy Forbidden Suppression Array Active.]

[Warning: All environmental parameters forcefully overwritten.]

Dante immediately felt the catastrophic shift in the atmosphere.

The air didn’t just grow heavy; it grew incredibly restrictive, laced with an absolute, uncompromising authority that actively warred against his anomaly status.

[Debuff Applied: Absolute Grounding.]

[All flight mechanics, levitation, and aerial mobility skills are permanently disabled.]

The pitch-black, starry fabric of the [Mantle of the Void-Dragon] flared weakly, then completely died. The Limitless Flight passive was entirely suppressed.

Dante’s continuous, short bursts of hovering momentum failed instantly. The system physically dragged him out of the sky.

He plummeted the remaining fifty feet, his iron boots slamming heavily into the bottom of the gorge, right near the edge of the smooth crater left by his black hole.

He didn’t have time to recover his balance before the second, far more dangerous debuff hit.

[Debuff Applied: Healing Suppression.]

[All restorative magic, health potions, and passive regeneration are completely disabled.]

Up on the high plateau, the Aegis Vanguard squad felt the immediate impact of the array.

Aura, hovering serenely above the group, let out a sharp, pained trill. The tiny Mystic Sovereign’s brilliant silver light violently flickered, sparking erratically before dying completely.

Her [Ultimate Guardian Halo] completely shattered, instantly stripping the squad of their 60% damage reduction and massive passive healing.

Garrick groaned loudly, stumbling backward. The dark red dome of his [Spiteful Bulwark] cracked and dissolved into harmless mist.

His innate talent, fueled by emotional frustration, couldn’t bypass the hard-coded suppression of a Holy-Forbidden artifact.

The anomaly squad was completely, abruptly exposed.

"My barrier is gone!" Garrick yelled, raising his rusty kite shield in a genuine panic. "I am just a guy with a shield again!"

"Aura can’t heal us!" Sera reported, her professional demeanor finally cracking. She stared at her datapad, the red error screens reflecting in her eyes. "Dante, the array completely disabled all restorative mechanics! If we take damage, it’s permanent!"

Down in the gorge, the allied army witnessed the sudden, catastrophic failure of Aegis Vanguard’s defenses.

They saw the red dome vanish from the path. They saw the golden-armored anomaly fall helplessly out of the sky.

The absolute panic and terror that had been actively routing the army completely vanished. It was instantly replaced by a massive, overwhelming surge of bloodthirsty, desperate confidence.

"Their shields are down!" a Black Dragon Syndicate rogue screamed, pointing his daggers up at the plateau.

"He’s grounded!" Gawain roared. The massive Paladin hoisted his golden warhammer high into the air, his morale instantly recovering.

"The anomaly is mortal! Charge! Crush them before the array expires!"

The surviving tens of thousands of players didn’t hesitate.

With the immediate threat of a black hole gone and the protective barriers shattered, sheer, unadulterated greed took over.

They surged forward like a massive, unstoppable tide of steel and magic, completely flooding the gorge and charging aggressively toward Dante.

Dante stood alone in the dirt.

He was completely surrounded by thousands of charging players. His flight was disabled.

His passive healing from the [Source of Recovery] cloak was gone. Aura couldn’t save him if his health dropped.

He pulled up his system interface.

[Participant: Dan]

[HP: 25,500 / 25,500]

He was at full health, but without damage reduction or healing, a synchronized volley from a hundred archers would melt his health pool in seconds.

He looked at the towering, impenetrable white dome of the suppression array. It was a flawless tactical trap.

Silas had finally managed to strip away the overwhelming, system-breaking advantages Dante relied on.

Dante didn’t panic.

He opened his private party comms.

"Sera, Lila, everyone," Dante ordered, his voice completely calm. "Fall back. Retreat deeper into the forest. Get off the plateau."

"We can’t leave you down there!" Lila yelled back, gripping her Dark Demon staff tightly. "There are thousands of them!"

"You don’t have defenses anymore," Dante reminded her sharply. "If they breach the top of the path, you will all die in seconds. Fall back into the trees. Now."

"Do what he says!" Sera commanded the squad, recognizing the tactical necessity. She grabbed Aria by the hand and started sprinting toward the dense tree line at the back of the plateau.

Mei hesitated, gripping her massive frying pan. "Boss, I can still block for you! My pan doesn’t use magic!"

"I don’t need you to block, Mei," Dante said softly. "I need you out of the blast radius."

Mei finally nodded, turning and sprinting after the rest of the squad, completely abandoning their perfect defensive position.

Dante was completely alone in the gorge.

The front line of the allied army was less than fifty yards away. Their battle cries echoed deafeningly in the enclosed space, a massive, overwhelming roar of thousands of players eager to secure the greatest bounty on the server.

Silas rode near the front, a triumphant, maniacal grin plastered across his face.

"It’s over, Dan!" Silas shouted over the noise of the charging army. "You have no tricks left! You have no shields! You are just a man with a sword!"

Dante didn’t draw the [Dawn-Breaker Blade]. He didn’t summon [Voidsever].

He stood perfectly still in the dirt, the [Mantle of the Void-Dragon] shifting heavily around his dark purple armor.

"You think I need shields to fight you?" Dante asked, his voice low, but carrying perfectly across the rushing army.

He opened his system interface. He navigated past his standard skills, entirely ignoring the mobility and defense tabs. He accessed the deep, aggressive crimson menu of his Mythic-tier class.

He didn’t need to survive a war of attrition. He didn’t need to mitigate damage.

He needed to become the absolute, overwhelming embodiment of slaughter.

Dante didn’t hesitate. He knew the risk, but the situation demanded absolute aggression.

[Skill Activated: Blood Sacrifice]

Dante voluntarily burned 90% of his massive 25,500 health pool.

The agonizing drain ripped through his avatar. His health bar plummeted from maximum, dropping to a terrifying, incredibly fragile 2,550 HP.

Because the suppression array disabled all healing, Aura couldn’t restore the lost health.

The [Source of Recovery] passive couldn’t trigger. He was functionally a glass cannon, locked at ten percent health, entirely unable to heal.

A single, solid hit from a rogue’s dagger or a stray fireball would instantly trigger True Death.

But the trade-off was absolute.

[Attack Power increased by 900%.]

Dante wasn’t finished.

[Skill Executed: Asura’s Heart]

The burst of pure combat adrenaline flooded his neural link.

[Attack Speed increased by 100%.]

[Movement Speed increased by 100%.]

[Critical Hit Damage increased to 300%.]

His base attack power crossed the threshold of absurdity. The numbers on his stat sheet glitched, glowing a bright, aggressive red.

Dante’s eyes turned a solid, burning crimson. The heavy, pitch-black fabric of his cape flared wildly, transforming into a tattered, blood-red shroud.

The [Aura of Despair] passively intensified, washing over the charging army, inflicting 200% simulated pain feedback and halving their defense stats.

Dante held out his right hand.

The black brand on his wrist didn’t just flare; it violently burned. [Voidsever] materialized, the primordial greatsword letting out a high-pitched, predatory scream that echoed over the roaring crowd.

Dante gripped the dark bone hilt with both hands. His base attack power was mathematically devastating, guaranteed to critically hit for 300% damage, while ignoring 100% of enemy armor.

He didn’t have defense. He didn’t have healing.

He had absolute, unyielding lethality.

"Let’s see how many of you I can take with me," Dante whispered.

He didn’t wait for them to reach him.

Dante charged directly into the sea of forty thousand remaining players.

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