Unrivaled in another world-Chapter 188: The Smite of Dwarf

[: 3rd POV :]

The Domainshuddered under the presence of the Dwarf Royal Family the moment they had entered.

The dwarves radiated an unbreakable discipline, the quiet yet overwhelming might of creation itself incarnate.

King Thrain’s hammer sparked violently, arcs of lightning lacing the air with thunderous whispers.

The remaining Apostles of the God of Stormforge and Iron Colossus Legion trembled at the sight, realizing the same cruel truth that had shattered their hope.

They were stripped bare, stripped of Authorities, Laws, Blessings, all their divine crutches rendered useless.

Uriah and Serai had fallen moments ago, and now it was the dwarves’ turn to deal the next merciless blow. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Father... they’re coming,"

Hilda said, amber eyes blazing as she swung her twin axes in a preparatory stance.

Sparks leapt from the weapons, echoing across the fractured terrain.

Brynja placed her hands on the hilts of her warblades, her aura solidifying into a molten-gold field that shimmered with protective authority.

"Stand firm. Do not falter. Let the hammer strike where it must."

Balin and Dain, the sons, positioned themselves at flanks, their axes glowing with runes of ancestral forging.

Freya moved with a dancer’s precision, her glaive cutting a path of anticipation in the air.

Each dwarf radiated the weight of their lineage, each breath a declaration: the Stoneforge line did not yield.

And then, King Thrain stepped forward, every strike of his hammer threatening the very laws of creation itself.

"Creation... or Destruction," he rumbled, his voice carrying like a mountain collapsing.

"The hammer shall decide."

Lightning danced across the jagged terrain, striking the ground in thousandfold arcs, each impact a warning that the storm itself had manifested into flesh.

The Apostles of Stormforge, five of them towering figures forged of celestial storm and steel, charged without hesitation.

Their bodies crackled with residual power, though diminished, they were still terrifying.

"THUNDERBREAK RUSH!" roared Serai, his gauntlets igniting with electrical fire.

He slammed into the ground, sending a wave of kinetic energy barreling toward the dwarves like a tidal wave.

Hilda countered, axes spinning, igniting the air around them.

"MOLTEN ANVIL SLASH!"

Her blades glowed like molten rock, she cleaved the incoming force into harmless sparks, the shockwave dispersing against the aura of her family.

Brynja’s voice rang out, calm yet commanding. "STONEWALL FORMATION!"

She stomped the ground, and an instant dome of crystallized magma erupted, intercepting the Apostles’ attack.

The blast struck with such force that the dome trembled, but it held.

The Apostles staggered back, confusion flickering across their faces.

They had never encountered a family that fought with perfect synchronization, a force that was both molten fury and unyielding stone.

King Thrain raised his hammer, the runes blazing with divine light.

"Let the forge decide your fate."

He swung the hammer in a wide arc. Sparks of lightning and fire spiraled outward, slicing through reality like a scythe.

The leading Apostle of Iron Colossus, Nelius, attempted to brace, raising a massive arm of mechanized steel.

"OBLITERATING STORMBREAKER!"

Thrain’s voice roared like rolling thunder.

The hammer struck the mechanical arm, and it shattered into a thousand fragments.

The force of the strike sent Nelius skidding backward, steel melting under the combined fury of fire and lightning.

"Father... they’re... resisting!" Hilda exclaimed, her twin axes striking again.

"They’re not going down as easily as we thought!"

"Then we give them the proper lesson," Thrain said, stepping forward.

The very ground beneath his feet ignited, molten rivers tracing the cracks in the Domains like veins of fire.

He bellowed, the hammer rising above his head, crackling with heavenly lightning. "HEAVENLY ANVIL DESCENT!"

The hammer slammed downward.

Lightning leapt from its head, coiling around the Apostles like serpents.

The impact was catastrophic, stone fractured, air split, and the five Apostles were thrown back, bodies seared and singed.

Freya spun forward, glaive whirling.

"FLARE OF THE FORGE!"

A cone of superheated air erupted from her weapon, driving back the residual energy of the Apostles’ shields.

She pressed forward, cutting into their formation, leaving trails of molten light in her wake.

Brynja’s voice rose, protective yet lethal.

"ANVIL OF ETERNAL GRIT!"

She slammed her blades together above her head, summoning a dome of crystallized earth and runic fire that absorbed the chaotic energy from the Apostles’ counterattacks.

The Apostles, panicked, attempted to coordinate.

Serai and Nelius charged together, unleashing a twin cyclone of molten metal and stormlight.

"UNION STRIKE: MAELSTROM TITAN!"

Serai roared, spinning his arms in synchronized arcs.

The dwarves braced.

Thrain’s hammer hummed in response, the air around him charged with divine resonance.

He pointed the hammer at the incoming storm.

"FORGEBOUND REBUKE!"

Lightning leapt from Mjolnir’s Heirloom, arcing along the storm cyclone.

The force of the impact shattered the Maelstrom Titan into fragments of smoke and molten steel.

Serai’s body slammed to the ground, incapacitated, twitching under the residual divine suppression of Thrain’s presence.

Balin and Dain followed through, axes igniting with golden fire.

"EARTHQUAKE CRUSH!" they shouted in unison, driving shockwaves into the already destabilized Apostles.

Cracks spread across the battlefield, fragments of earth and molten stone launching skyward.

"Is... is this mortal... or a divine being!?"

Nelius cried, staggering. His mechanical form sputtered sparks.

His laws and Authorities remained null, yet the dwarves wielded a power that defied even divine expectation.

Thrain’s eyes glimmered like molten metal.

"It is creation, destruction, and the unyielding will of the Stoneforge line!"

He swung his hammer in a horizontal arc.

"THUNDERCLAP FORGEHAMMER!"

Lightning exploded outward, ripping the air as it collided with the Apostles’ bodies.

Nelius’s chestplate fractured, molten metal running like rivers from his form.

Serai’s gauntlets disintegrated, his body forced to brace against the ground as he struggled to maintain cohesion.

Hilda and Freya pressed the advantage.

"MOLTEN AXE ECLIPSE!"

They shouted, spinning their weapons to release trails of molten steel and fire, carving through the remaining Apostles’ formations.

The combined assault drove the five Apostles into a defensive huddle, energy flickering, desperation painting their features.

"he’s... unstoppable..." Serai whispered, fear cracking his voice.

Brynja’s aura flared again.

"STONEBORN RESILIENCE!" She stomped, sending an eruption of protective stone pillars around the family, each strike of an Apostle meeting with walls of molten steel and divine stone.

The Apostles tried to strike back in unison, raising a synchronized beam of energy, a fractured echo of their lost Authorities.

"DIVINE CRESCENDO!"

Thrain’s eyes narrowed.

"Then it is time to end this."

He brought Mjolnir’s Heirloom high above his head, lightning sparking in impossible arcs, the air itself thick with the scent of ozone and molten iron.

"HEAVENLY LIGHTNING WRATH: FULL JUDGMENT!"

The hammer descended like a comet forged from storm and fire, striking the ground with the force of creation and annihilation combined.

A cataclysmic explosion erupted, a dome of golden lightning and molten flame enveloping the Apostles.

The energy of the strike pierced through their very existence.

Their Laws, Authorities, and Blessings, already null, could not save them.

The strike fractured reality, tearing at their forms, and even their physical bodies screamed against the inevitable.

"NO! THIS CANNOT!"

Nelius shouted as his body was engulfed in the celestial storm.

Sparks of iron and divine authority scattered like dying stars, torn apart by the raw, unrelenting power of the dwarven hammer.

Serai’s flames sputtered, uncontrolled, and finally were snuffed out, his body stretched and broken across the energy arcs.

Mariel and Caelum attempted to flee, but the aura of Thrain’s hammer extended, chains of lightning and molten fire wrapping around them, preventing escape.

"SUFFER THE ANVIL OF HEAVENLY CREATION!" Thrain roared.

Each word a hammer strike, each syllable a verdict.

The hammer smashed repeatedly into the ground, bolts of lightning shooting outward in controlled devastation, striking each Apostle simultaneously.

"FUSION OF FORGED JUDGMENT!"

Hilda and Freya added, spinning in perfect synchronization.

Their blades emitted pulses of molten shockwave that synchronized with the hammer strikes, amplifying the destructive resonance.

Brynja stepped forward, finalizing the family’s assault.

"ETERNAL STONEBURST!"

She slammed her warblades together, releasing a pulse of solidified energy that encased the Apostles in molten stone, leaving them exposed to the hammer’s final strike.

Thrain paused, eyes gleaming with molten gold.

He raised Mjolnir’s Heirloom high one last time, the world trembling in anticipation.

"SOUL JUDGMENT: FORGE OF ETERNITY!"

The hammer descended with infinite weight. Lightning and molten fire coiled around the Apostles as they screamed, their forms disintegrating in a spectacle of thunder, fire, and molten energy.

Each scream was a note in the symphony of annihilation, each strike a testament to the supremacy of the Stoneforge bloodline.

By the time the energy faded, the Apostles were no more.

Nothing remained but drifting ash, sparks slowly fading into the broken Domains.

Balin and Dain stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing heavily, but eyes gleaming.

"Father... they’re gone," Dain said, voice hushed.

Hilda wiped sweat from her brow, smiling faintly.

"That was... incredible. Every strike, every move... perfectly timed."

Freya stepped forward, looking over the battlefield.

"They stood no chance. Not against all of us."

Brynja smiled softly, her aura still blazing like tempered gold.

"This is what it means to fight as a family"

"To protect... to create... and to destroy when necessary."

King Thrain lowered Mjolnir’s Heirloom, sparks still crackling along the hammer’s runes.

His eyes glimmered with satisfaction and pride.

"Remember this, children. Strength is forged in battle, but wisdom tempers the hammer"

"Creation and destruction are two sides of the same anvil."

The shattered battlefield fell silent.

Even the winds seemed to pause, the Domains themselves trembling in awe and fear.

The Dwarf Royal Family, standing victorious, were a force unlike any other, titanic in skill, divine in presence, yet resolutely mortal in their devotion to each other.

And somewhere, amidst the drifting ashes of the Apostles, the echo of the hammer’s judgment lingered, a reminder that no power could withstand the will of King Thrain Stoneforge, the Architect of Creation, the Scion of the Forge, the Wielder of Heaven’s Lightning Wrath.