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Chapter 403: Desperate Situation!Burning Life Span

Amber opened her eyes and looked around.

The battlefield was ruined. The forest was gone, turned into scorched earth and broken stone. Smoke drifted lazily, and ash fell like gray snow. In the distance, soldiers and knights stood rooted to the ground, their faces pale and eyes wide. Some were wounded. Some were shaking. None could move.

They were watching her.

Her disciple was watching her, standing frozen with clenched fists and shallow breaths, afraid that even blinking might cause him to miss something important.

The soldiers were watching her too, their battered bodies leaning on broken spears and cracked shields, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate hope. Even the villagers hiding among the ruins and trees were watching, peeking out from behind stones and shattered walls, holding their children close.

The people of Frontier were watching her.

This single battle would decide everything.

If she fell, no one here would escape. Not the exhausted soldiers who had already given everything. Not the wounded knights barely standing. Not the villagers hiding nearby with nothing but prayers left. Not her disciple, who would be hunted down within moments. A Legendary Realm demon would not leave survivors. It would sweep across the land like a storm of death.

Amber knew this.

Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword until her knuckles turned pale. Her arms trembled from exhaustion, and blood slowly seeped through the cracks in her armor, but she did not lower the blade.

No.

She could not lose.

“I won’t lose,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and raw, yet firm enough to cut through the roaring wind and lingering echoes of destruction.

Something shifted.

At first it was subtle, almost unnoticeable, like a deep breath being drawn by the world itself. Her aura, which had been thinning and fraying at the edges, suddenly stirred. It did not flare wildly at once but rolled and gathered, slow and heavy, like a massive beast waking from deep slumber.

A low hum spread through the ground beneath her feet.

A low hum spread through the ground beneath her feet.

The earth responded.

Fine cracks crept outward from where she stood, glowing softly with pale silver light. Stones trembled and lifted slightly before falling back down. The air grew dense, pressing against skin and lungs.

Amber straightened her back.

Pain tore through her body as if her bones were being pulled apart and reforged at the same time. Her muscles screamed. Her veins felt like they were filled with molten metal. Her heart thundered violently, each beat echoing in her ears until it drowned out everything else.

Memories flooded her mind.

Endless training under cold skies. The sting of failure. The weight of orders she had broken because she could not abandon people.

Screams from the battlefield that still haunted her dreams. Lives she had saved with trembling hands. Lives she had failed to save, no matter how hard she tried.

She did not reject any of it.

She accepted all of it.

Her aura exploded outward.

Silver light surged violently from her body, not in a single flash but in heavy, rolling waves that crashed across the battlefield. The pressure was immense. Damor’s crimson flames wavered and recoiled, pushed back for the first time since the battle began. Ash and smoke were blasted away, clearing the air, while the ground cracked deeper, unable to withstand the force.

Amber’s hair lifted as if caught in a raging storm. Her wounds burned fiercely, then slowly sealed partially as flesh knitted together under the overwhelming flow of power. Blood stopped dripping, though the pain remained. Her sword rang sharply, vibrating in her grip as if responding to her will, as if acknowledging her resolve.

Her aura grew denser, sharper, and colder, carrying an authority it did not possess moments ago. The air around her bent subtly toward her presence, as if the world itself was beginning to recognize her as something greater.

Damor’s smile vanished.

For the first time since the battle began, his confidence cracked. His eyes widened, and disbelief flickered across his face before he could hide it.

“This… no,” he muttered, his voice low and strained. “A breakthrough. Here?”

Without realizing it, he took a step back.

Amber raised her sword slowly. Her breathing was heavy, but her gaze was calm and steady, burning with unwavering resolve. She felt it clearly now. The invisible wall she had been pushing against for years, the one that had refused to yield no matter how hard she trained, had finally cracked.

And she was breaking through it.

Behind her, reactions erupted.

Florence grabbed Ray tightly, her fingers digging into his arm as tears welled up in her eyes. “She broke through,” she said, her voice shaking with hope. “Now she will win, right?”

Ray swallowed hard. His eyes never left Amber’s back. “I… I don’t know for sure,” he muttered, even as relief and disbelief tangled inside his chest.

Around them, soldiers began to cheer despite their injuries. Some laughed weakly. Others dropped to their knees in exhaustion and relief. Knights helped each other stand, staring at Amber as if watching a legend being born before their eyes.

How could it be this sudden?

How could it be this overwhelming?

High above, hidden in the shadows, Rayon watched the scene unfold. His expression darkened, and a cold chill spread across his face. His hands clenched into fists as anger and frustration boiled within him.

“Damor,” he cursed under his breath, his voice sharp with fury. “You arrogant bastard.”

For the first time since the invasion began, the balance of the battlefield had truly shifted.

Just as Damor thought this was the end and that her surge would stabilize and fade, what happened next shocked him to the core. Amber’s aura did not slow or settle but instead climbed higher and higher in a violent spiral that tore at the surroundings and made even the ground scream under the pressure. His eyes widened as he felt the unmistakable distortion in the flow of life itself.

“What the hell?” he shouted as disbelief cracked his composure.

Then his expression twisted when he realized the truth and roared in alarm, “Another breakthrough? No… she is burning her lifespan.”