WorldCrafter - Building My Underground Kingdom-Chapter 90: Overboard

Elvira's eyes sharpened. She poured more mana into the magic circle, forcing the elements to spiral faster.

Storm gritted It's jaw as he felt himself being pushed back, his storm raging against Elvira's magic, clashing in an all-out struggle for dominance. The battlefield trembled beneath the force of their battle, but the stalemate wouldn't last.

Elvira wasn't finished. She had been holding back, observing, learning. Every second that passed, she adapted, adjusting her approach. And now, armed with the knowledge she had gathered, she was ready to take it further.

She wasn't a regressor for nothing. If she had been at her peak, wiping out this Ravager would have taken just a few spells.

The magic circle beneath her expanded, its glowing symbols multiplying and twisting into a more complex, shifting pattern. The air around her grew dense, charged with raw mana, making the very walls of the fortress tremble. Then—without warning—energy surged from the structure, flowing into her spell like a river rushing into the ocean.

Storm's six eyes widened. 'She was absorbing the energy from her own defenses?!' His muscles tensed, instincts screaming at him to act before it was too late. He poured everything he had into the storm, feeding it more power.

The winds shrieked, the sky cracked apart, and a blinding wave of electricity surged forward, meeting Elvira's spell in full force.

For a moment, there was silence. A single, breathless pause. Then—the world exploded.

"Cataclysm—Second Layer: Abyssal Devour." The moment the words left her lips, the runes beneath her feet exploded with energy. The already darkened sky deepened into an ominous abyss, the fusion magic swirling with raw, uncontrolled devastation.

A second pulse of energy erupted from her spell, turning the battlefield into a vortex of destruction. The elements surged, their fury refined—fire burned hotter, ice froze sharper, and lightning coursed like divine judgment.

Storm let out a deafening roar, his muscles tensing as he dug his claws deep into the ground. He wasn't holding back anymore—he poured everything he had into this final strike, pushing his power to its absolute limit.

Lightning ripped across the sky, intertwining with the raging storm winds, turning the battlefield into a blinding inferno of crackling energy. Thunder boomed like the roar of a god, shaking the earth beneath them. The storm howled, surging forward in a violent explosion of raw destruction, colliding head-on with Elvira's fusion magic in a clash that lit up the entire battlefield.

The two forces clashed, raw energy igniting the very air itself. Wind screamed, earth trembled, and shockwaves exploded outward, sending Ravagers and Krell alike flying. Neither force backed down.

Elvira's fingers twitched, sweat beading on her forehead as she pushed against the storm. The mana cost was immense, but she had come too far to lose now.

Storm, for the first time, felt strain. His own winds fought against him, bending unnaturally under the weight of her magic. His control wavered.

Then—CRACK! Storm's eyes narrowed. His body trembled slightly,His storm… was losing.

Elvira raised both arms. The magic circle beneath her expanded—deeper crimson, runes shifting and multiplying, drawing in the very essence of destruction.

Then— CRACK.

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The sky split apart. The balance shattered. The magic imploded, the two opposing forces collapsing into a singularity of destruction.

BOOOOM!

A blinding sphere of annihilation expanded outward, swallowing everything in its path. Fire, ice, and lightning twisted into a single, unstoppable force, collapsing in on itself—then detonating.

WAVES of raw power surged outward, vaporizing the battlefield, turning stone to dust, steel to molten slag.

The Bastion Barrier activated instantly, its layered defenses slamming against the incoming force. The walls trembled, their protective spells absorbing as much of the blast as possible. But it have ts limits.

CRACK!

Jagged fractures spread across the barrier, splintering outward like a web of shattered glass. The impact was too much. Parts of the defense failed, allowing the explosion's remnants to rip through.

One reacted immediately. His mind surged through the hive, commanding every Krell outside the walls to move. "Fall back! Evacuate now!"

Krell scrambled to obey, their formations dissolving as they abandoned their positions, racing toward safety. But not all made it.

A squad of Krell, too close to the shockwave, was caught in the blast. Their chitin armor cracked under the pressure, bodies torn apart in an instant. The last thing they saw was a wave of obliteration swallowing them whole.

One clenched his jaw, but he didn't waver. The others could still be saved. He redirected forces, guiding the retreat with ruthless efficiency. Soldiers shielded their weaker kin, dragging wounded allies behind cover, forcing their way back toward the stronghold as the battlefield disintegrated around them.

Elvira gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay upright as the storm of destruction slowly faded. Her breathing was ragged, her limbs heavy, the drain on her mana reserves pulling at her very core. She had gone overboard.

This was the first time she had cast spell at this level after regressing. She had miscalculated. The sheer flood of mana from the white gemstones had made her reckless. She had been too drunk on power to account for her own body's current limitations.

Through the smoke and devastation, the battlefield slowly revealed itself. Once teeming with Ravagers and Krell locked in combat, now only scorched craters remained, the land torn apart by the collision of their magic.

And yet… Through the haze, a single figure still stood. Storm. Bruised. Battered. But alive. His six eyes flickered, narrowing as they locked onto Elvira once more. 'Dammit!' He cursed internally.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to need the Alpha's fail-safe.

The only reason he was still breathing was because of a special item granted to him—one that activated the moment his life was truly in danger. A last resort.

A powerful protective barrier that shielded him at the brink of death while simultaneously sending an urgent signal back to the Alpha. Every single elemental Ravager had one.