My Life Changed with the Unlimited System

Lucan's flames roared like a living beast, the air around him crackling with the intensity of his unleashed fury. His attacks came in relentless waves, each one hotter and fiercer than the last.

Fireballs the size of boulders and streams of molten energy surged forward, bearing down on Reynard with unrelenting ferocity.

Despite the overwhelming force of Lucan's strikes, Reynard tried his best firm, his movements deliberate and precise. His flames met Lucan's head-on, clashing in explosions of light and heat that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

Reynard bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You think this newfound power makes you invincible? You're still beneath me!"

Lucan didn't respond with words. His clenched fists and the blazing firestorm around him spoke louder than anything he could say. But his thoughts were louder still, a cacophony of anger and guilt that drove every blow he delivered.

Lucan thought bitterly, 'If I had been faster as his flames scorched the air. If I had reached the Knight Ascendant realm just moments sooner… Ethan wouldn't have been taken!'

Each strike carried the weight of his frustration, his attacks growing increasingly reckless, fueled by the storm of emotions inside him. Lucan's anger wasn't just directed at Reynard—it was turned inward, a searing self-recrimination for his perceived failure.

"You won't get away with this!" Lucan roared, thrusting his hand forward. A searing fire erupted from his palm, surging toward Reynard like an inferno. "Not after what you've done!"

Reynard's eyes narrowed as he raised his arms, summoning his flames to meet the attack. The two torrents of fire collided, merging into a swirling vortex of heat and light that illuminated the battlefield like a second sun. The ground beneath them cracked and groaned under the pressure, unable to withstand the force of their duel.

The battle between Lucan and Reynard raged, their flames turning the battlefield into a searing inferno. The ground beneath them cracked under the heat, and the air shimmered with the overwhelming intensity of their clashing powers. Despite the chaos of their titanic fight, the others didn't falter in their own battles.

The Warlords and Darius's group fought desperately against the remaining LaRue Elders. Every swing of their weapons, every calculated movement, was filled with precision and determination. Their faces were etched with focus, their strength driven by the knowledge that if Lucan faltered, everything they were fighting for would collapse like a house of cards.

Meanwhile, Axel, Flint, and Rhea broke away from the fray, their eyes locking onto Liam. The Illusionist stood a few paces away, his smug expression untouched by the carnage around him. His grin was infuriating—a constant reminder of the advantage the LaRues had seized by teleporting Ethan away.

Axel was the first to step forward, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Where's Ethan? Where did you send him, bastard?!"

Flint moved to Axel's side, gripping his weapon tightly. His knuckles were white with restrained fury, his voice low and tense. "Answer us," he growled, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "If you've hurt him—"

Before Flint could finish, Liam chuckled softly, his grin stretching wider. "Who knows?" he said lightly, his tone dripping with mockery. "Who cares?"

Axel's jaw clenched, his temper sparking as he took another step forward. His voice dropped, colder now. "You think this is a game?! Do you even realize what you've done?!"

Liam raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk unwavering. "Oh, I know exactly what I've done. As for your little friend…" He paused, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, let's just say he's somewhere far away. Maybe he's enjoying the view."

Rhea stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. Her tone was sharp, cutting through Liam's smirking facade. "You're only buying yourself time. If Ethan comes back—and he will—you won't have anywhere to hide."

Liam turned his head toward her, his grin twisting into something darker, more sinister. "If... he comes back," he said slowly, his words a deliberate taunt. "That's a big if, don't you think?"

Flint's patience snapped. With a roar, he lunged forward, his weapon slicing through the air with deadly intent. But Liam sidestepped smoothly, his movements fluid and almost playful. "Touchy, aren't we?" Liam teased his tone light and mocking.

"Answer the question!" Axel barked, his voice booming with authority and fury.

But Liam only laughed again, the sound grating in its arrogance. His smug demeanor ignited their frustration like dry tinder to a flame. "You're all so predictable," Liam said, his voice brimming with disdain. "So emotional. Honestly, you're making this too entertaining."

The tension between the three and Liam was palpable. They were ready to erupt into an uncontrollable clash as the rest of the battlefield remained engulfed in chaos.

Meanwhile, Lucan's firestorm surged like a storm, consuming everything in its path. Flames twisted and roared, scorching the battlefield with their searing intensity. His movements were sharper, faster, and more deliberate now, his power stabilizing with every second.

The effect of the Leapstone was extraordinary, healing years of stagnation and wasted potential and setting Lucan back on the path to his rightful place among the strongest.

Reynard, however, was no easy prey. His flames flared in retaliation, meeting Lucan's attacks with precision and power honed over decades of battle. The two men clashed in a fiery storm, their Ascendant Energy swirling violently, creating waves of heat and pressure that made the ground beneath them tremble.

Lucan thrust his arm forward, releasing a torrent of fire that spiraled toward Reynard like a dragon's maw. "You've controlled Novan City with fear for too long, Reynard!" he roared. "Your tyranny ends today!"

Reynard spun to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike, and retaliated with a concentrated blast of flames that shot forward like a spear. "You think you can lecture me?" Reynard sneered.

Lucan's flames burned wild and uncontrolled, a violent manifestation of his Ascendant Energy. Reynard's, by contrast, were precise and refined, each strike carrying a calculated intent.

'He's had proper training to control his fire,' Lucan realized, his mind racing even as his body moved with precision honed over years of battle. The controlled nature of Reynard's flames wasn't just the product of experience—it was the mark of guidance from a master. 'The Petrovas,' Lucan concluded, his eyes narrowing as the pieces fell into place.

The Petrova family, known for their long history of Ascendants, must have provided Reynard with access to advanced Fire Elemental Arts for Ascendants. The techniques were evident in how Reynard shaped his flames, using them as raw power and an intricate weapon.

Lucan gritted his teeth, raising both hands to summon a massive fire shield to block Reynard's attack. The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, forcing both men to skid backward across the battlefield. Sweat dripped down Lucan's brow, but his eyes were sharp, unyielding.

"You've barely touched the surface of your power, and yet you think you're my equal?!" shouted Reynard.

"I'm not your equal," Lucan said, his voice calm yet cutting. "I'm better."

Reynard's lips twisted into a snarl, but his stance wavered slightly. His attacks were still deadly, but their ferocity showed a noticeable decline. The instability in his foundation, caused by the interrupted Knight Ascendant breakthrough, was beginning to take its toll.

Lucan pressed the advantage, his strikes coming faster and harder. A fiery blade erupted from his hand as he lunged forward, slashing at Reynard with precision and power. Reynard barely managed to parry, their flame weapons clashing in a burst of sparks.

"You're slipping," Lucan growled, driving Reynard back with a flurry of strikes. "For all your arrogance, you can't keep up anymore."

Reynard's eyes burned with fury, and he unleashed a desperate blast of flames, forcing Lucan to leap back. "You're nothing without that trinket," Reynard spat, his voice dripping with venom. "A borrowed power won't save you!"

"You think so?" Lucan smirked, the flames around him crackling with renewed intensity. "This is my true power."

He surged forward, his speed catching Reynard off guard. Closing the distance instantly, Lucan drove his fiery blade toward Reynard's chest. Reynard twisted, avoiding a fatal blow, but the blade carved a deep gash across his shoulder. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Reynard let out a pained growl.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You bastard!" Reynard roared, flames flaring wildly as he retaliated with a powerful wave of fire. But his movements were slower now, less precise. The cracks in his foundation were widening, his energy faltering under the strain.

Lucan capitalized on the opening, stepping inside Reynard's guard and delivering a brutal punch to his gut, the impact enhanced by a surge of fire. Reynard staggered back, his defenses crumbling as Lucan pressed the attack.

"It's time for you to meet your end!" Lucan shouted, his voice reverberating through the battlefield. He raised his arms, channeling all his Ascendant Energy into a devastating attack. Flames spiraled around him, forming a colossal inferno that roared like an unchained beast.

Reynard's eyes widened as he saw the sheer magnitude of Lucan's power. He tried to summon his own flames to counter. Still, his energy faltered, his body betraying him at the critical moment.

"This is for everything you've done and... for Calder," Lucan said, his voice steady and final. He thrust his arms forward, releasing the full force of his firestorm.

The inferno surged toward Reynard, engulfing him in a torrent of flames. His screams echoed through the battlefield as the fire consumed him, his form silhouetted against the blazing light before disappearing entirely.

As the flames began to subside, Lucan stood amidst the scorched earth, his chest heaving with exertion. The battlefield was silent, and Reynard LaRue's oppressive presence was finally gone.

Lucan lowered his arms, his fiery aura dimming slightly as he turned to face his allies. The fight was over, and he had emerged victorious. But the weight of what had been lost—and the challenges still ahead—hung heavily in the air.