Is this really a Game?!

Perhaps one would think what Reign had just done was a bit too cruel and ruthless. He had not only decapitated his enemy, but had also stabbed him through the heart, but even then, he was not finished.

He channeled his lightning first, which started frying the flesh of the man, as well as the inside of his body before his light and darkness were launched inside as well before being forced to try and fuse.

Reign then pulled his sword out of the body and jumped to the side, releasing the control he had over the light and darkness that was being forcibly fused inside the body. Without anyone to control the two, they became volatile and quickly clashed, as two powers that were complete opposites would normally do.

The clash caused an explosion inside the body, annihilating the heart entirely and leaving a hole in the powerful body of the enemy leader that was still in its transformed state.

It was cruel and ruthless to do such a thing to an enemy that you have already defeated. Not sparing the lifeless body and damaging it further the way Reign had done, not many would do that, but he had to make sure the enemy was dead.

The mark he had and the powerful transformation allowed the man to heal his heart which had been stabbed through, Reign was not going to risk anything, he was not going to leave the body in good condition to only learn that the enemy could somehow even heal from being decapitated, he had to be thorough and make sure he was truly dead.

The mark had given the enemy leader a big boost and made his stats even higher than Reign's, but it had a drawback, it caused him to lose some rationality and be prone to lashing out of anger.

'He isn't the only one, Tank and Wolf had said that as they got stronger and the marks started being more powerful as well, they were also sensing slight changes in their psyche whenever they used them.'

'Nothing of the sort has happened to me yet, nor Shadow and Beast.'

'We have to be careful though, we might not even be sensing the changes, we cannot act like this man and lose control over our emotions when using our trump cards.'

Reign was lucky with his opponent. Had it not been for the fact the latter couldn't defend against his soul attacks, and his anger issues, Reign would have had to use his mark as well.

Reign stood over the smoldering remains of his opponent, the leader's body now lifeless and beyond recovery. The battle had been fierce, but Reign's calm demeanor and tactical precision had allowed him to prevail. He exhaled slowly, steadying himself after the intense encounter. The platform beneath his feet was still trembling from the recent clash, and he knew that the battle wasn't over yet.

He had to regroup with his team and continue their ascent toward the throne.

Turning away from the fallen enemy, Reign quickly assessed the state of the battlefield. His team was still locked in combat with the remaining members of the enemy group, but it was clear that the Heaven's Hooligans were gaining the upper hand.

Wolf's fiery greatsword pushed his enemy, the man who licked his sword previously, back and burned him, Shadow's speed and agility made him a ghostly terror on the battlefield, and Mia's frost and great swordsmanship kept her foe at bay, not allowing the other person to gain an advantage even after she had used her own mark.

The woman who used claws, as well as the man Wolf was fighting against, both had marks, but theirs were not as powerful, the marks only gave them a boost, and there was no sort of change happening on their bodies, which showed that either the marks were not quite compatible with them, or the ones who had given them the marks had given the worst ones they had.

Only Gods could give marks to mortals, but there were different kinds of marks. Take Wolf's mark for example, which was given by Miriam, a Peak God.

It was actually a high-quality mark, one of the best she possessed, which gave a huge boost and advantage to a person, but was also difficult to control. The more powerful the person became, the more power from the mark they could withstand, but the harder it was to control it.

Beast was given a mark by a Low God, and the mark should be of low quality, but in fact, it was not. He was given the very best mark the God in question had, and one of the reasons he was able to gain a new Innate Ability, other than the fact he had been practicing his Wind Manipulation seriously, was also because of the mark.

It barely did anything to his psyche and gave him a great boost in his archery, as well as his overall stats, and was better than what a person would usually get from a Mid or even a High God.

Reign sprinted towards his team, joining the fray with renewed energy. Together, they quickly started gaining the upper hand.

Upon noticing Reign, some of the members of the enemy team glanced to the side, only to see their leader's lifeless body, which had turned back to normal. The leader was on his knees, his head a couple of feet away, and a large hole was present in the middle of his torso.

The sight of their leader's defeated body sent a wave of shock and despair through the remaining members of the enemy team. Their confidence wavered, and Reign could see the hesitation in their movements. The Heaven's Hooligans seized the opportunity, pressing their advantage with relentless force.

Wolf, now emboldened by the turn of events, unleashed a devastating combo with his fiery greatsword. His opponent, already struggling under the intense heat and power of Wolf's attacks, was unable to keep up. With a final, powerful slash, Wolf's sword cleaved through his enemy's defenses, sending him crashing to the ground, his body charred and lifeless.

Shadow moved with the speed and grace of a phantom, his daggers flashing in the dim light as he weaved in and out of combat. His opponent, disoriented and demoralized by the death of their leader, couldn't match Shadow's relentless assault. A well-placed strike found its mark, and the enemy collapsed, blood pooling beneath them.

Mia, with her frost magic and exceptional swordsmanship, continued to dominate her foe. The woman with the claws, despite her mark, was losing ground rapidly. Mia's cold precision and unyielding attacks wore her down, and with a final, chilling blow, Mia shattered the woman's defenses, freezing her solid before shattering the ice, leaving nothing but remnants.

The remaining enemy combatants, seeing their comrades fall one by one, were filled with desperation. They knew they couldn't win, but pride or perhaps fear of surrender kept them fighting. Reign, who had previously joined the battle, seemed to surge with energy, making short work of them. His swords, infused with light and darkness, danced through the air, cutting down the last of their resistance.

As the final enemy fell, the platform they stood on trembled ominously. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, and the entire structure seemed on the verge of collapse. The Heaven's Hooligans quickly regrouped, knowing that staying here any longer would be suicidal.

"Move! The platform's about to go!" Reign shouted, leading the charge toward the next stable platform. The team leaped across the crumbling ground, landing safely just as the previous platform broke apart and plummeted into the abyss below, the lifeless bodies of their enemies falling down as well, disappearing into the abyss.

They paused briefly to catch their breath, but there was no time to rest. The battle had cost them precious time, and they could already see other teams making their way toward the throne from different directions. The final trial was far from over, and the competition was fierce.

"Let's not waste any more time," Reign said, scanning the paths ahead. "We need to reach that throne quickly."

The team nodded in agreement, their resolve hardened by the battles they had fought. They continued their ascent, navigating the shifting platforms and treacherous terrain with skill and determination. The throne, now closer than ever, loomed above them like a beacon of their hard-earned victory.

As they approached the final stretch, they encountered more resistance. Several teams had converged on the same path, and a massive battle was unfolding near the base of the throne's staircase. The air was thick with the sounds of combat—clashing weapons, crackling spells, and the cries of those who were defeated.

Reign quickly assessed the situation. The throne was only a few hundred meters away, but the path was blocked by multiple teams, all vying for the same prize.

"We need to clear a path," Reign said, his voice filled with determination. "We take them down, and we secure the throne."

"Let's do this," Wolf replied, his greatsword igniting with his chaos flames once more.

The Heaven's Hooligans charged into the fray, their presence immediately turning the tide of the battle. The other teams, already tired from their own fights, were caught off guard by the sudden and overwhelming force of Reign and his team, and mayhem soon ensued.