Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points!-Chapter 116 : War Part Twelve

Her aura, once a mere crimson haze, surged outward.

The very air trembled.

A wave of pure, bestial rage erupted from her body, devouring the battlefield in an ocean of red. The pressure was suffocating, thick with the scent of blood and iron, forcing Serilda and Freya to their knees.

Then—it began to take shape.

The swirling mass of crimson energy grew larger, denser, until it formed a massive, towering figure.

A bear.

But not just any bear.

A beast of carnage.

Its fur was the color of fresh blood, its eyes burning with primal fury. It was not just a beast—it was a force of nature, an unstoppable calamity given form.

Utilia exhaled, her voice filled with raw, untamed bloodlust.

"This… is my Sacred Eidolith."

She raised a hand, her fingers twitching with excitement.

"BLOODCRUSHER, THE INDOMITABLE."

The giant spectral bear easily dwarfed Serilda and Freya's Sacred Eidoliths. The creature let out a guttural, earth-shaking roar, its sheer presence snuffing out the flames and freezing winds around it.

Freya's eyes widened as she stared at the colossal spectral bear before them. Her flames flickered, momentarily unsettled by the sheer force of its presence.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "C-Can a Sacred Eidolith even be that big? How is that even possible?"

Serilda, usually calm and composed, found herself equally shocked. Her eyelids widened, and her eyes shook.

Her mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was witnessing.

"That… shouldn't be possible," she said. "A Sacred Eidolith is a manifestation of one's soul, a fusion of one's will, mana, and martial path. Its size and strength reflect the user's mastery and the depth of their connection to it. Even then, there are limits to how large it can grow."

Indeed.

A Sacred Eidolith didn't constantly grow larger as the user became more experienced. No, it was more about when the user gained enlightenment in a new field or dimension of their craft—like a novice swordsman learning how to wield aura or a mage uncovering the secrets of a complex spell. Its size determined how much one knew, while its density represented just how much that knowledge had been polished to mastery.

Even then, not many could make theirs as large as this. Maintaining the flow and control of one's mana outside their body was no easy task; it was like placing a coin on one's forehead and then using it to balance their body on the tip of a blade.

One misstep, one lapse in focus, and the entire construct would collapse—either draining the user dry or backfiring in a violent surge that could completely ruin their mana veins and possibly crush their heart, ending their path as a mage or martial artist.

No sane person would risk attempting such an endeavor. Even if any tried, most would have died.

Serilda felt her grip on her sword weaken as her confusion deepened.

"Even the greatest masters throughout history—those who have refined their Eidoliths through generations of technique and experience—can only reach a certain threshold. The control of mana required to sustain such a large form would drive one nearly mad. There's a theoretical limit to how much power a single person can channel into their Eidolith before it becomes unstable… or before they completely run out of mana."

Her grip on her sword loosened, and the blade fell. "And yet… here it stands. Its form is solid, and it's not… it's not showing any signs of dissipating."

Freya's flames weakened around her. "Then… what does that mean?"

Serilda's jaw clenched. "It means we're facing something… that defies the very foundation of our understanding."

What happens when a master encounters something that defies everything they have learned?

It is not just a challenge to their knowledge—it is a challenge to their very identity.

Mastery is built on logic, principles, and a deep understanding of how things are supposed to work.

Every technique, every theory, every experience has reinforced a structured reality they can rely on.

One they have dominated.

But when something appears that shatters those foundations, their mind struggles to process it.

At first, there is denial—this must be a trick, an illusion, a misunderstanding.

Their instincts search for an explanation, something that fits within their existing framework. But the longer they stare, the more cracks form in their certainty.

Then comes awe—a terrifying, humbling realization that there are forces beyond their comprehension.

Their mind, once a sharp blade, suddenly feels dull and small against the vast unknown.

And finally, choice—to reject what they see and cling to outdated logic, or to embrace the unknown and grow beyond their limits.

For some, it is the beginning of a new ascent.

For others… it is a breaking point.

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Serilda and Freya felt their will to fight suddenly suppressed, and their Sacred Eidoliths vanished.

They had given up.

One couldn't blame them—the sight before them had trampled upon their pride, their dignity, their very identities.

"Where did Arkanos find such a… monster? How did he even get her to serve him?"

Utilia licked the blood from her lips, her eyes wild.

"You both did well."

She clenched her fists, the air around her trembling with the weight of her power.

"Both of you executed flashy killer moves earlier… but honestly they were pathetic. Allow me to show you what a real killer move looks like."

Utilia then let out a massive battle cry, her voice echoing across the battlefield like a primal roar.

She raised her massive bear claws high before bringing them down with crushing force.

Freya and Serilda instinctively raised tger hands and formed dense mana shields as they braced for impact.

Boom!

The first strike sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, instantly shattering the bones in their hands. The second strike cracked their shields, jagged fractures spreading like lightning across the barriers.

Boom! Boom!

Each devastating blow pushed them closer to their limits.

Then—shatter.

The shields gave way, exploding into fragments of dissipating mana. The sheer force sent Freya and Serilda crashing into the dirt, breathless and stunned.

Blood trickled from their mouths, their bodies wracked with pain. Their limbs refused to move, trembling.

Freya gasped, her vision blurred. "P-Please…" she choked out, barely able to lift her head. "We surrender… No more…"