Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties-Chapter 330: Alaric Went Bloodrage

The Mist Dragon's body pulsed once.

Then it moved.

With no sound, a massive claw of swirling fog extended from its body.

The mist claw swept towards the three of them.

"Incoming!" Dario shouted.

He lunged forward, twin short swords igniting mid-motion.

WHAM—SWISH!

The claw struck the ground where he'd stood a second ago.

But Dario had already dashed forward with Cinder Step.

Everytime he ran on the Mist Dragon's body, his step burned it.

"Eat that!" he barked.

Alaric didn't wait.

He let out a sharp howl.

Pack Alpha.

Power surged through him and radiated to the others.

Dario felt the sudden boost in his strikes, while Colan's energy pulsed brighter.

Alaric's eyes narrowed. "Marking it now."

He activated Endless Chase, marking the mist dragon as his target.

"Now it's mine."

He dashed in with amplified speed, spear crackling with force.

Colan remained back, focused.

He slammed the base of his staff on the ground. "Radiant Renewal!"

A burst of light spread out, covering Dario and Alaric, accelerating their recovery mid-combat.

Then he raised the staff high. "Solar Pulse."

A dense beam of light exploded above the Mist Dragon, scattering energy grains.

The mist shuddered, and the dragon's form wavered.

The mist claws twitched slightly as the magic within them began to disappear.

"Disruption hit!" Colan shouted.

"Its accuracy and channeling are dropping!"

Dario laughed. "Perfect—keep frying it!"

The Mist Dragon roared and raised another claw, this one even larger, forming mid-air as it aimed for Colan.

Alaric growled. "Not happening."

He intercepted with a leaping strike, spear stabbing through the fog claw before it could solidify.

The fog burst apart from the point of impact, scattering.

Dario circled behind again, Cinder Step reigniting. "Let's cook this thing from all angles!"

Alaric landed next to him, eyes locked on the mark still glowing on the dragon.

"It's weakening."

Colan's voice rang from behind. "But it's not done yet. Stay sharp!"

They regrouped quickly, backs to each other.

The Mist Dragon began reforming its body again. Faster this time.

Alaric smirked. "Alright then… round two."

But something suddenly changed.

The mist around them surged.

They were rushing from the ground, sweeping across the walls, rising like a tide.

Colan took a step back. "Wait…"

Dario's grin dropped. "That's not just its body—"

FWIP—FWIP—CRACK!

Mist solidified into shape. Dozens of weapons appeared mid-air.

Swords. Spears. Halberds. Axes. All floating, all aimed at them.

"They're everywhere!" Alaric shouted.

Dario ducked as a spear shot past his head. "Oh, come on—he upgraded?!"

A battleaxe of mist slammed into the ground beside Colan, carving into the floor.

"I can't disrupt all of this!" Colan shouted.

He raised his staff and fired another Solar Pulse, but the blast only knocked a few weapons away—more just replaced them.

Alaric snarled. "It's copying us. Turning the terrain into a weapon field!"

The Mist Dragon roared again. Blades launched like a barrage.

Dario raised his swords to block—too slow.

A mist halberd slammed into his shoulder, sending him crashing to the side.

"Damn—"

Alaric moved to intercept, activating Endless Chase again to keep the dragon marked.

But the new weapons weren't part of the beast.

They moved independently, slicing at angles he couldn't predict.

Two mist scimitars cut across his legs, breaking his stance.

"Gah—! It's breaking through!"

Colan's hands glowed as he fired off another Radiant Renewal.

But mid-cast, a jagged spear of mist pierced his side, knocking him flat.

"I can't—! Too many targets!"

The Mist Dragon surged forward now, fully formed again.

Its claw reappeared, slamming toward the weakened trio.

Alaric forced himself up, blood trailing from his arm.

"We need distance! Regroup—fall back!"

Dario rolled to avoid another crashing blade.

"Screw falling back—this thing's not letting us move!"

Colan gasped, holding his side.

"We can't outpace it. It's adapting faster than we can react."

Alaric looked around them.

No exits, no way out, just an endless wall of floating weapons closing in.

He clenched his teeth. "We're not dying here."

Then his body pulsed.

Dark red light flickered across his skin.

Bloodrage—activated.

His muscles surged, breath deepened, eyes burning silver-red.

Colan's eyes widened. "Wait—you're using that already?!"

Dario swore under his breath. "Damn, Alaric! You're gonna burn yourself out!"

Alaric growled. "Don't care. I'm ending this."

Dario turned sharply to Colan. "Colan! Focus Radiant Renewal on him. Constant flow. Keep him alive."

Colan gritted his teeth but nodded. "On it!"

His staff pulsed, golden energy wrapping around Alaric, stabilizing the wild surge of Bloodrage.

Alaric stepped forward—through a barrage of flying blades.

A spear grazed his arm. A sword slashed his shoulder.

But instead of faltering, he moved faster.

Blood fueled strength.

Dario looked back at the Mist Dragon—still forming, but flickering.

He narrowed his eyes.

Some of the flames from Cinder Step were still burning across the dragon's misty form.

Dario planted his foot, slammed his blades together, and shouted, "Ashwake Howl!"

The ground trembled as every lingering ember erupted into an explosion blasting outward.

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BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

The Mist Dragon reeled, its shape fracturing, weapons scattering mid-air.

"NOW!" Dario roared.

"ALERIC—ATTACK!"

"RAAAAAAH!"

Alaric exploded forward, howling, eyes wild.

He launched through the chaos, spear extended, glowing red-hot from the heat and his own burning rage.

The dragon twisted, trying to reform—

Too late.

Alaric closed the distance in seconds.

Spear raised.

Target locked.

"DIE!"

He thrust straight toward the beast's core—

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Meanwhile, in the other cave—

Silence.

Jenavira stood still, blades still sheathed, eyes scanning the mist like it was alive.

Marek stood nearby, eyes glowing faintly from his ongoing pulse scan.

"No movement. No energy spikes. Nothing yet."

Dravin leaned against the mist-coated wall, spear still folded. "It's too quiet."

Sirelia glanced toward Jenavira. "Captain. Do we wait here? Or push deeper?"

Jenavira didn't answer immediately.

She glanced over at Marek. "Scan again. One more pulse. Longer range."

Marek nodded. "Activating full-range scan."

He crouched, fingers touching the ground.

A low hum echoed through the mist as a pulse of energy rippled out.

Seconds passed.

Nothing returned.

"No beast presence," Marek said.

"Not within 100 meters."

Dravin frowned. "Feels wrong. There should be something by now."

Sirelia nodded slowly. "Feels like they're waiting. Or watching."

Jenavira's fingers tapped her belt once.

"This isn't hesitation. This is design. Lord L is testing how we handle silence."

Dravin straightened. "So? Push forward?"

Jenavira's eyes narrowed. "No. Not yet."

She stepped forward just a little, mist swirling at her feet.

"The moment we assume the test has started is when it already has."

She looked back at the others.

"Stay ready. This quiet? It's part of the fight."