I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 341: Floor 82

Logan teleported into the labyrinth.

Beside him, Elarion—his newly tamed Celestial Halo Unicorn—glowed with radiant light as his hooves touched the shadowed stone of the cavernous chamber. Overhead, Stormwing the elemental Thunderbird and Wyver the frost drake flapped their wings, filling the air with the sounds of rushing wind and crackling energy.

Then, the earth rumbled.

Gaia emerged last, the towering Grand Earthen Ent sending tremors through the ground with each step. His massive roots had already begun spreading beneath the surface, probing the new environment.

[Dark powers… strong. This place rejects the natural cycle. We cannot feed on mana here.] Gaia's voice echoed across the mental link, tinged with unease. The ent who thrived on harmony could sense only twisted mana in this space which was warped and lifeless.

"I know," Logan replied, his voice steady. "That's why we train here. Everything here is artificial—so use your skills wisely as wasted mana here does not return. We need to grow stronger before the war breaks out."

He looked over the gathered beasts. Four of his mightiest stood with him now—each a force of nature in their own right.

"Get used to fighting here. This won't be like the surface."

All four monsters answered with distinct calls—shrieks, rumbles, and howls reverberating through the darkness.

Logan took a slow breath as he caught onto the scent of a forest at a distance.

This might not have been the smartest place to make noise, it seemed to be a hostile terrain…

But it was the perfect place to forge his creatures.

Suddenly, the sound of movement echoed through the labyrinth.

Dozens of faint screeches and the rustling of scaled bodies slithered closer through the mist. The surge of mana from Logan and his four beasts had clearly attracted attention.

Creatures in this place were drawn to outsiders—they hunted intruders to feed off their mana. Many adventurers had already died here chasing fame or fortune, swallowed by the endless hunger of the labyrinth's spawn.

[From all sides… we are surrounded,] Elarion warned, his ears flicking sharply. He could already hear the approach of enemies from every direction.

Logan didn't hesitate.

"Get ready," he ordered, his voice calm but firm. "Elarion, start casting shields. Spread them out—we need visibility to assess what's coming. Stormwing, you'll hinder their advance. Use Storm Suppression the moment you have eyes on a target."

Stormwing gave a sharp cry, his feathers already crackling with voltage.

"Wyver, you're our main attacker this time. Rain down Frostflame Shards on any enemy caught by Stormwing's winds. Focus on those held back at a distance."

The drake's wings shifted with excitement, cold mist spilling from his jaws to produce shards imbued with both ice and heat that would explode when in contact which would add bursts of steam to his attacks.

"Gaia—you're the tank and healer. Spread your roots. Bind any that get close and absorb any damage we take. Heal whoever needs it."

The ent rumbled low, a sound like boulders grinding beneath the earth.

Logan stepped back, eyes narrowing as he surveyed the terrain. His role in this battle was clear: observe, command, and intervene only when necessary—exactly as a tamer should.

Moments later, golden barriers flared into existence—Radiant Aegis shields pulsing around them as Elarion's horn started to shine, it seemed to be what controlled his powers. They pushed back the darkness in layered pulses, and for the first time, their enemies came into view.

Serpents, hundreds of them.

But these weren't mere snakes. Each creature was tall and muscular, with humanoid torsos, thick arms, and scales that shimmered like jewels. They were Nagas—twisted, mana-hungry monsters native to this floor. Some carried stone-forged tridents, others had magical mediums that enhanced their stone based attacks.

And they were charging straight for Logan and his team.

The serpents slithered closer, their humanoid faces twisted with malice. Some hissed as they hurled tridents and crude spears, aiming to shatter the glowing light shields Elarion had cast.

Several weapons struck true—cracks formed across the barrier.

Gaia stepped forward immediately, his massive arms rising as the ground beneath them shifted. Earthen Bulwark surged upward, wrapping thick layers of stone around the weakened shields to absorb the brunt of the impacts.

"They're using ranged attacks—Stormwing, Wyver, get higher!" Logan shouted, eyes scanning the edge of the encirclement. "Stay above their throw range!"

The two flying beasts responded instantly. Stormwing shot upward with a sharp burst of wind, electricity crackling across his feathers, while Wyver arced into a wide loop, frost trailing from his wings.

The Nagas had completely surrounded them now, holding formation roughly ten meters out. But they didn't rush in.

Stormwing unleashed several arcs of lightning, but the bolts passed through their stonelike scales with little effect. Logan frowned. It was as if the electricity couldn't ground itself—phasing through their magically reinforced earth elemental bodies.

[They are stone-born… resistant to my element,] Stormwing growled over the link, frustration in his tone.

Wyver's ice, however, had a different effect.

When he launched Frostflame Shards into their ranks, the cold pierced through countless beasts. The affected Nagas hissed violently, coiling back and breaking formation. It clearly disturbed them—some even began slithering out of range.

[They felt that!] Wyver said with satisfaction.

Gaia continued holding the defensive line, reinforcing shield after shield and rooting himself deeper into the earth. His role as the tank was perfect for the large giant.

The only one lacking for now was Elarion, Logan wanted to see what the creature would do.

The unicorn pawed at the ground, golden light dancing around his horn. His posture grew tense—impatience blooming in his aura.

"Elarion," Logan called out, "you'll need to enter the fight. We're not doing enough damage like this."

He pointed toward the front where the enemies gathered in a few lines as well as pressed harder.

"Leave defense to Gaia. He's better suited for this—stone against stone. Use Purity Lash and Heavenstep Reprisal. Focus those closest to us before everyone burns too much mana."

[Understood,] came Elarion's reply, his tone steadier now.

Radiant light flared around the unicorn as he lowered his head, preparing to charge.

[Yes, will weaken them so others can finish off!] Elarion's voice rang with clarity through the Empathic Link. As a level 80 beast, he knew his role well. He didn't need more levels—but he did need combat experience.

"Good. You remembered," Logan said firmly. "Now go! Learn to fight and I will reward you later."

Logan stopped giving direct orders to the unicorn, but Elarion didn't hesitate. He surged forward, light trailing from his hooves as he activated Purity Lash—his tail unraveling into glowing, whip-like strands of divine energy. In the blink of an eye, he vanished, using Luminous Surge to teleport straight into the center of the enemy formation. His radiant horn pierced through armor and scale, carefully targeting non-lethal zones to avoid instant kills.

He wasn't just fighting here, he was practicing so he would not lose like how he did with Logan.

Meanwhile, Stormwing continued to hinder the enemy with wave after wave of electric magic. But the Thunderbird quickly realized his lightning had little effect. The electricity phased through the Naga's stone-like bodies without resistance. Frustrated, the elemental beast changed tactics.

[If they reject the storm, they will bleed to the wind,] Stormwing growled.

He shifted to wind-based attacks, conjuring high-speed blades of compressed air with the explosive trait of electricity that both sliced through armor and scale before blowing up after reaching the ground. His movements grew sharper, his strikes more powerful with his mood, the large bird was clearly offended that he had been made to seem like the weakest of the group.

Wyver, by contrast, needed no adjustment.

Frostflame Shards continued raining down like icy cannonballs. Each blast sent serpentine bodies flying—explosions of frost and fire erupting across the battlefield, leaving deep trenches and steaming piles of ash. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Logan stood further back, watching carefully, only stepping aside when the occasional trident flew his way.

He ducked as another one was close to him and used his shield to bash one away.

[Forgive me. I did not stop that one,] Gaia's deep, metallic voice rumbled with guilt.

"Don't worry about me," Logan replied calmly. "Just shift focus—defense to offense. We've gathered them in one place. Now it's time to wipe them out."

[Yes, Master.]

Gaia responded with a thunderous roar, a sound so deep it shook dust from the ceiling above. Every Naga turned to look at him.

They saw him crouch—massive frame dropping low as if preparing to charge.

But it was a feint.

Beneath their feet, the ground began to pulse and shift. Roots exploded upward, shaping into massive forms. Using Stone Cleave, Gaia willed the earth into weapons—dozens of towering stone hammers and axes burst forth around the battlefield, each one aimed at a group of Naga's while trying to avoid his allies.

Elarion jumped away from his own group and returned to Logan, his role here was done, the unicorn did not want to waste more mana on useless creatures, as for the two flying overhead, they finished off any Naga's that survived Gaia's grand scale slaughter.