In the Northern Reaches of the Obsidian Concord, a warrior known as Pyros held a ball of white fire in his right hand. Rather than hurl it, he clenched his fist, and with a resounding **crack**, the orb shattered. From its remnants arose a flock of fiery phoenixes, their screeches echoing through the void as they descended upon the glacial sorcerer, Iceheart.

Iceheart, with a chilling cackle, flung his arms wide. From behind him, a legion of towering ice blades, each a thousand fathoms in length, shuddered to life. With a deafening roar, they tore free from the frozen earth and streaked towards Pyros.

Neither warrior faltered, each unleashing a torrent of arcane powers. The star-strewn sky quivered, the very fabric of existence seemed to unravel, sending ripples of raw energy cascading outwards. All across the Northern Reaches, chaos reigned.

Pyros, eyes blazing, swept his hand through the air, summoning forth shards of shattered celestial realms. As they drifted around him, he intoned, “Celestial Wheel!”

The fragments of forgotten worlds began to spin, faster and faster, until they formed a vortex of cosmic debris. A tempest of unimaginable force erupted, sending nearby warriors reeling.

Iceheart’s face hardened. He raised a hand to the heavens and bellowed, “Rule of Frost!” In an instant, glacial winds poured from his fingertips, spawning colossal icebergs that surged towards Pyros in an inexorable tide. “Freeze!” Iceheart snarled, his gaze locked upon his adversary.

Suddenly, Pyros was encased in a prison of ice, the frigid air coalescing into a solid, unbreakable shell.

Then, from the depths of space, a howl echoed, a sound that ripped through the cosmos. It was the cry of a Moon Howler, a primordial beast whose voice alone could shake the stars. The concord forces were shaken.

Blackshale the Demon, and Wyrm the Tempest, the two leaders confronting Bloodscion, were dismayed and retreated.

Iceheart, unfazed, strode towards the icy prison. He placed his hand upon its surface, channeling a destructive force, amplified and intensified, into the frozen barrier, aiming to obliterate Pyros within.

But as the power surged through the ice, Pyros’ eyes snapped open, burning with newfound strength. He threw back his head and laughed, unleashing the full extent of his hidden power. From the late stages of Shattered Nirvana, his strength swelled, reaching the unthinkable.

“You… you have transcended!” Iceheart gasped, recoiling in horror.

The ice around Pyros fractured, lines spider-webbing across its surface. With a final, earth-shattering **BOOM**, the prison shattered, scattering shards like stars across the battlefield.

Pyros stepped forth, merging momentarily with the very essence of the cosmos. But instead of advancing, he unleashed his power, causing the stars themselves to burn. Reality itself warped around him, disrupting any attempt at spatial manipulation. He wove his fingers, unleashing a crimson inferno. He trapped Iceheart.

Pyros spat forth a breath of his own soul, a concentrated essence of his being, upon the whirling shards of the celestial realms. The fragments accelerated, spinning tenfold, until they became a prison of cosmic force, trapping Iceheart within.

The vortex screamed, but as Iceheart frantically summoned the energies of the universe, Pyros spread his arms wide, conjuring an ocean of fire. The wind turned to flame.

At that moment, a monstrous figure emerged from the depths of space. The Moon Howler, a colossal beast of teeth and tendrils, materialized as if from thin air. Its tentacles writhed like living shadows.

The Northern Reaches fell silent. Warriors from both sides paused, transfixed by the sight before them.

Blackshale the Demon, and Wyrm the Tempest, were horrified and quickly retreated.

Iceheart twisted and turned. Before he could escape, a colossal tree hurtled through space, following in the Moon Howler’s wake. The Greatwood was upon them.

An otherworldly force emanated from the Greatwood, a resonance that shook the very foundations of reality. Iceheart, trapped and desperate, wove a final spell. Before him, thirteen azure vortexes appeared, each radiating a chilling, ethereal light.

The vortices swirled and merged into Iceheart, bathing him in blinding blue light. Around him, thirteen layers of cerulean energy formed, shimmering like frozen aurorae. They were the embodiment of his power, the ultimate expression of his mastery over the cold. He had hoped they would become one, so that he could also transcend.
When thirteen ethereal azure emanations pierced the firmament above Celestial Summit, the Ancient Arboreal Colossus manifested! Words fail to capture the cataclysmic spectacle that unfurled as the titan drew nigh. Time itself seemed to cease its relentless march, and existence itself dissolved, leaving only the Colossus in its wake. A force unstoppable, an arboreal avalanche that brooked no defiance!

Neither man nor magical artifact, not even a celestial sphere dared impede its inexorable advance, for none could mar its bark. In ages past, this very Colossus had borne the descent of the Immortal Realm; now, its passage threatened to cleave the very stars asunder! It thundered forth with unimaginable force, as though to bore a chasm through the cosmos itself, hurtling towards the swirling Tempest of Embers and Lightning that besieged Celestial Summit.

Simple, unadorned, devoid of shimmering spells, the Colossus, a verdant behemoth of ten thousand fathoms, struck the whirling remnants of the Celestial Realm.

A thunderous *BOOM*! One shard shattered. The destruction rippled outward with terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, the fragments nearest the point of impact dissolved in a cacophony of destruction.

Each collapsing shard unleashed an energy equivalent to a shattered planet, spewing debris that rained down upon the beleaguered Celestial Summit. And from this devastation arose a tempest of wind and lightning, pushing outwards with feral fury.

The azure emanations surrounding Celestial Summit pulsed violently, but even as the shattered remnants plummeted, the Colossus itself struck true.

*CRACK!* Celestial Summit shuddered, and a layer of azure protection shattered! Yet the onslaught did not cease. From the very heartwood of the Colossus, a torrent of force, a cascading wave of power, surged into Celestial Summit’s core.

*CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!* The azure shield fractured, layer upon layer, until six were utterly annihilated! Celestial Summit was wrenched backward, propelled by the Colossus’s unyielding might. This retreat was not a choice, but a consequence of the Colossus’s relentless advance!

In that same moment, Embers and Lightning, his eyes burning with murderous intent, focused his flames into a devastating strike upon Celestial Summit. As the inferno crashed down, three more azure layers crumbled!

Terror blazed in Celestial Summit’s eyes. Too swift! In mere moments, nine layers of protection had been extinguished! Facing imminent doom, Celestial Summit prepared to flee, but Old Shen and Scorched Sky, perched atop the Colossus, moved in unison.

Ancient powers were invoked, channeling their energies into a devastating blow upon Celestial Summit! Assaulted by the Ancient Arboreal Colossus, and the combined might of Embers and Lightning, Scorched Sky, and Old Shen, Celestial Summit, despite his ten thousand years of accumulated experience, teetered on the precipice of oblivion!

Yet, even in this direst hour, the ancient monster refused to succumb. With a desperate roar, Celestial Summit’s eyes steeled with resolve. The last four layers of azure energy exploded outwards in a suicidal detonation!

A deafening cataclysm erupted as the four layers detonated. Scorched Sky was flung backwards, and even Old Shen was forced to retreat. Embers and Lightning, too, hesitated, acknowledging the price of victory. Though he could slay Celestial Summit, the cost would be crippling, leaving him vulnerable in these alliance-governed skies.

The self-inflicted blast had cleared the path. Pale and coughing blood, Celestial Summit reeled backwards towards a spatial tear behind him, snarling, “Embers and Lightning, I swear, I will avenge this affront!” Without hesitation, he reached for the rift, heedless of the chaos that lay within, and prepared to plunge into its uncertain depths.

Upon the Colossus, yet some distance behind, stood Riverwood. Battered by the tempestuous forces, his own vital energy surged erratically. Yet, he fixed his gaze upon the fleeing Celestial Summit, then upon Embers and Lightning. With gritted teeth, he extended a hand, and with a whisper that cut through the chaos, unleashed his power:

“STILL!”