Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

The atmosphere grew dense with anticipation as General Valen stood his ground, his grip tightening around the hilt of his greatsword. His eyes narrowed with fierce determination. He could feel the weight of the battle, and he knew there was only one way to end it.

"This is it," Valen muttered, his voice low but filled with cold resolve. He took a deep breath, his chest rising as his muscles tensed, preparing for the final strike.

The aura surrounding him surged, crackling with sacred energy. The power of the Lionhart family coursed through him, radiating from his body like a storm. His sword began to glow, the brightness intensifying as he poured all his strength into it.

Raising the greatsword high above his head, Valen's body trembled under the sheer magnitude of the energy he was gathering. His expression hardened, his lips pressed into a thin line. This attack would end it all—King's Strike, the most powerful move in his arsenal.

The sky darkened, the clouds swirling ominously overhead as the earth beneath his feet quaked from the force of the power he was harnessing. Sparks of light danced along the blade of his sword, growing brighter with each passing second.

"Enough games," Valen whispered, more to himself than to Roxana. His voice was filled with grim determination, every fiber of his being focused on the task at hand.

Across from him, Roxana watched with barely-contained excitement. Her eyes gleamed with fiery amusement, her lips curling into a smirk. She crossed her arms, her Volcanic Dragon Claws glistening as molten energy rippled around her.

"So, this is your ultimate move?" she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her expression was one of eager anticipation, as if she was about to witness something amusing rather than dangerous. "I'm looking forward to it." Find more chapters on M V L

Valen's face remained impassive, his jaw clenched. There was no room for banter now. With a final roar, he swung his greatsword down, unleashing King's Strike with all his might.

"Take this!" Valen shouted, his voice booming as the radiant shockwave exploded from his blade. The ground beneath him shattered, creating a massive crater as the blinding light shot forward like a tidal wave of destruction.

The air itself seemed to tremble under the force of the attack, as the shockwave surged toward Roxana. Everything in its path was obliterated—trees, rocks, the very landscape, all torn apart by the devastating power of the strike.

Roxana, still smirking, braced herself. She raised her Volcanic Dragon Claws, the heat radiating off her like a furnace. "Let's see if this can actually hurt me," she murmured, her smirk widening as the shockwave closed in.

The impact was instantaneous. The radiant shockwave collided with Roxana's claws, and the force of the blow sent sparks and molten energy flying in every direction. The ground beneath her cracked and splintered, the sheer intensity of the attack forcing her to dig her heels in.

For the first time in the battle, Roxana's expression shifted. The ever-present smirk faded as her teeth clenched, and her muscles strained under the immense force of Valen's King's Strike.

The power bearing down on her was far more intense than she had expected, the shockwave pushing her to her very limits.

Her claws dug into the ground, trying to hold steady as the force raged against her. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her fiery eyes narrowed with concentration.

"Hmph… impressive," she grunted through gritted teeth, her tone acknowledging the strength of the attack, though tinged with stubborn defiance. Despite the struggle, she remained defiant, unwilling to show weakness.

As the shockwave surged forward, Roxana planted her feet harder into the earth, but the energy only grew stronger, more relentless. A flicker of concern passed through her eyes, but she forced herself to remain focused.

"I won't… be beaten… by this!" she growled, trying to force back the torrent of power.

But then, something unexpected happened.

The power of King's Strike intensified, surging forward with overwhelming force. Roxana's eyes widened, genuine surprise flashing across her face. The sheer magnitude of the radiant energy was far beyond what she had anticipated.

"No…!" Roxana gasped, her voice filled with shock and disbelief as she felt the radiant energy tear through her defenses like a knife through paper. Her volcanic claws, which had held firm against so many attacks before, were disintegrating under the assault.

Valen, breathing heavily from the exertion of his ultimate attack, stood still. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes fixed on Roxana's remains. For a moment, he allowed himself to believe that it was over.

"It's… over," Valen muttered, his voice shaky, torn between exhaustion and the belief that he had finally won.

He turned slowly, his greatsword still gripped tightly in his trembling hands, the weight of the battle pressing down on him.

Valen's cold, calculating gaze locked onto Lucas, his chest still heaving from the exertion of his attack. Without hesitation, he raised his greatsword once more, pointing it toward Lucas with renewed determination.

"Now… it's your turn," Valen growled, his voice rough and strained, but filled with grim resolve. His eyes were shadowed with the certainty of victory, as though he had already resigned Lucas to the same fate as Roxana.

But Lucas didn't move. He stood completely still, utterly calm, his lips curling into a slow, deliberate smirk. His eyes gleamed, but not with fear—there was something else there. Something unnerving. Confidence.

"Are you sure it's over?" Lucas asked, his voice light and almost playful, the words slipping from his mouth like a predator toying with its prey.

Valen's brow furrowed, confusion seeping into his mind like a slow poison. What was this reaction? He had just witnessed Roxana being obliterated. Hadn't he?

His grip tightened on his sword, and with a quick glance, he flicked his eyes back to where Roxana had fallen, his heart pounding in his chest. His breath caught in his throat as his worst fears materialized.

Roxana was still there.

But she wasn't dead. In fact, she wasn't even in pain. Instead, she threw her head back and began laughing—a low, menacing laugh that sent chills down Valen's spine.

"No… that's… impossible…" Valen stammered, his voice cracking, disbelief washing over him. He gripped his sword tighter, as if holding onto the only thing that still made sense in that moment.