Ex-Rank Awakening: My Attacks Make Me Stronger - Chapter 395

Chapter 395: EX 395. Leon’s Brilliance
The rulers watching through the viewing orb couldn’t speak at first. The image floating before them was clear, stable and undeniable, yet every instinct screamed that something so impossible did not just happen.

The Hallow, an absolute cage forged by the enemy, was breaking apart under a single boy’s strike.

Francis, the Beast Chief, finally exhaled a shaky breath. His voice came out low, almost reverent.

“He actually did it… he actually destroyed the Hallow.”

The Elf Queen remained still. Her blindfold hid her eyes, but the quiet smile curving her lips was enough to show everything she felt.

Calm pride. Relief. Vindication.

Genevieve didn’t bother with calm.

She spun and flung herself at her brother, nearly knocking the emperor off balance as she wrapped her arms around him. “Brother, it’s finally over. We finally won.”

Alexander didn’t return the embrace at first. His gaze stayed fixed on the orb, drinking in every detail of the collapsing void, as if afraid the vision would vanish.

When he finally spoke, his voice was soft but steady.

“Yes… indeed, we won.”

He stepped out of Genevieve’s grasp and walked toward the railing of the high platform.

Below them, the entire Pandora Armada waited, warships suspended in formation, hundreds of thousands of professionals in battle stance, all prepared to charge into the Hallow at a moment’s notice.

But now they stood frozen.

Confusion spread through their ranks. Even without seeing the orb, they felt something shift.

A pressure lifting. A weight dissolving. The divine-stage powerhouses among them felt it most sharply, a sudden clarity in the air, a strange sense that the world had taken its first clean breath in the past three years.

Murmurs rippled across the armada, growing louder as Alexander stepped off the platform and continued walking, straight into the open air.

He didn’t fall. The air itself seemed to hold him up. One by one, Elaine and Francis followed, taking their places beside him above the fleet.

Silence fell so abruptly it rang.

The humans, elves, and beastmen of Pandora, all three domains gathered under one cause, looked up at their rulers with wide eyes.

Some trembled. Others felt tears gathering. Even the hardened divine-stage veterans stood still, as if afraid to disturb what was happening.

Then Alexander spoke, his voice carried by divine resonance so every soul in the armada heard him clearly.

“Great people of Pandora…”

He paused, letting the moment settle into them, letting every heart hear what came next.

“Our nightmare is finally over.”

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A heavy, breathless silence swept across the armada. Thousands hovered in formation, suspended in the sky on ships of metal, wood, and elemental craft, yet not a single wingbeat or engine hum dared to interrupt the emperor’s voice.

“Corruption has plagued us for the past three years,” he said, his tone steady, almost gentle.

“It has taken countless lives; those we loved and those we swore to protect. It was a plague with no solution, no mercy, and no end.”

Every soldier, every commander, every divine-stage expert watched him in reverent quiet.

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

“But now,” Alexander said, “its major source has finally been vanquished.”

With a thought, he reached out to the viewing orb Rachel had provided.

The connection came easily.

He had gotten so used to using it in the couple of minutes it was in his possession that he could feel its patterns like grooves beneath his fingers.

The orb brightened, expanded, and then its image scattered like light across water, spreading through every relay crystal the armada carried.

In the next breath, every kingdom, every domain, every refuge across Pandora saw what the rulers had seen.

The campaign inside the Hallow unfolded through the skies.

They saw Adrian and Eden tearing down rank nines as if swatting flies.

They saw Elizabeth command death itself in sweeping tides of bone and decay, creatures falling only to rise again under her will, turning on their own kin like puppets in a foregone play.

​They saw the Dowager, a figure thought to have vanished within the Hallow, alive and saved by Nikko.

​And they saw her, locked in brutal combat with the lunatic, her power crashing against his like storms colliding.

But all of that paled the moment the image shifted.

The moment he moved.

The one whose name had been echoing through every street and hall of Pandora these past days.

The one whose ascension to the divine stage had shaken the domains.

The one they had expected to march beside the armada.

Leon Kael.

The sight of him erased every whisper and thought.

They watched the lunatic erased, not killed, not slain, but removed from existence.

They watched the entity’s endless army fall to their knees under his aura.

They watched him take the Hallow’s ruler and bend its fate into servitude.

And then they watched the horizon itself split.

A single slash.

A violet arc that carved through a world.

The armada could barely comprehend what they were seeing.

The people of Pandora struggled even more.

Many fell silent in their homes. Others trembled. Some cried. Some prayed.

And some simply stared, unable to blink, unable to believe what their eyes insisted was real.

Only five people had gone against the Hallow, something that had threatened Pandora since the first day corruption appeared.

And those five had won.

But even that miracle didn’t compare to what Leon had done.

With that single strike, he reshaped more than a battlefield.

He cut through fear itself.

From that moment onward, one truth settled into every heart across the world:

Leon Kael had delivered them in their darkest hour.

He wasn’t just a shining star of hope anymore.

He was a radiant supernova that blazed with unfiltered might and power.

He was a savior.

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-Authors Note-

19-Day Challenge: If we stay in the Top 50 of the Golden Ticket rankings until the 19th of this month, I will do a mass release on that day.

To make the conditions easier: If the book receives one thousand or more power stones before the 19th, the mass release is guaranteed. I believe we can pull this off, let’s go!