The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 330: Floor 3: The Maw of the Packless

Samuel's POV

The portal shimmered behind me as I stepped onto the third floor, and instantly, the stench hit me.

Iron. Wet fur. Ash.

A storm of howls echoed from all directions—hundreds of them, maybe thousands. The wind howled like a dying beast, and the land was a cracked wasteland of bones, shredded banners, and forgotten altars. Lightning flashed above, illuminating jagged stone towers built from fangs and skulls. The terrain was as if a battlefield had rotted for a hundred years without rest, cursed to remember every death it ever tasted.

The Maw of the Packless.

I clenched my fists, the heat of my gauntlets thrumming along my arms. This wasn't just another floor.

It was war ground.

"Let's see what you've got," I muttered, stepping forward.

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[System Notification – Welcome to Floor 3: The Maw of the Packless]

Objective: Defeat the Three Alpha Wraiths to unlock the Summit of Fangs

Optional Bonus: Destroy all War Altars to weaken the Lord's Presence

Warning: The Alpha Wraiths were once gods of the hunt.

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"Three Alpha Wraiths, huh?" I said aloud. "Perfect. One for each knuckle."

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The First Wraith – Vorka, the Black Huntress

I found her shrine at the edge of a broken cliff, where the winds carried the sound of flutes and screaming deer. Vorka stood tall, clad in shadows, her form half-wolf, half-phantom. Her eyes gleamed a violet hunger.

"You don't belong in the old hunt, outsider," she growled. "Leave before I make your bones my new trophy."

I rolled my neck. "You look like you skipped leg day, sweetheart."

She snarled—and vanished. I felt her claws before I saw her. They raked across my back like cold razors. I spun midair, blasting flame from my gauntlets and forcing her back into the open.

She screamed. "YOU THINK YOU CAN BURN THE NIGHT?!"

"I am the night," I snapped.

We clashed. She leapt from tree to tree, vanishing and reappearing, throwing phantom spears. I bled, but I didn't care. I fought like hell.

WHAM—BAM—SLAM!

A brutal left hook sent her crashing into her own altar. I leapt and brought both gauntlets down, splitting her shadow form in half.

"First knuckle down."

[System Notification – Alpha Wraith Vorka Defeated]

> Gained: Shadowfang Core

War Altar Destroyed

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Scene 2: The Second Wraith – Graganoth the Mawsplitter

The second was a brute. A mountain of muscle and tusks, sitting atop a pile of half-eaten gods. His breath stank of fermented blood. When I arrived, he didn't even look at me.

"More meat for the pile," he muttered. "You have no pack, no howl. You die alone."

I smirked. "You talk too much for a corpse."

That got his attention.

He roared, picked up a chunk of obsidian, and hurled it at me. I sidestepped and charged, fists blazing. He swung a tree-sized club.

CLANG—BOOM!

The shockwave cracked the ground.

I darted under him and slammed both gauntlets into his kneecap. It buckled. He tried to grab me—I vaulted over his back and landed a spiked uppercut to his spine, then ignited the boosters in my gauntlets, launching him into the air.

He landed hard. I followed it with a meteor punch that shattered his faceplate and left nothing but smoking teeth.

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[System Notification – Alpha Wraith Graganoth Defeated]

Gained: Mawsplit Totem

War Altar Destroyed

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I stood, panting.

"Second knuckle cracked."

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The Final Wraith – Ysmera, the Silent Fang

This one didn't fight like the others.

Ysmera waited at the quietest part of the Maw. Her altar was drowned in moonlight, surrounded by the bones of wolves curled as if they died in slumber. She knelt beside a pool, her mask made of ivory, her fingers holding a single fang.

"You shouldn't have come," she whispered.

"I'm not here to kneel. Just to break your mask."

She didn't speak again. She moved—fast, silent, fluid.

Blades of moonlight slashed across my chest before I could blink. I roared and countered, unleashing flame, but she was already behind me.

SHHK—SHHK—SLICE.

I bled from a dozen cuts.

"Freakin' ghost ninja," I muttered, stumbling.

Then I smirked.

Time to play dirty.

I slammed my gauntlets into the earth, activating the Fangshard Sigil's wide-range burst. Fire wolves exploded outward, howling in all directions. The burst caught her—sent her reeling.

That was my chance.

I blinked forward—BOOM!—and landed a triple-strike barrage that tore through her ribs. I grabbed her mask and ripped it free.

She smiled softly as she crumbled to ash.

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[System Notification – Alpha Wraith Ysmera Defeated]

Gained: Lunar Fang Charm

War Altar Destroyed

All War Altars Destroyed – The Lord of Fangs' Aura is weakened.

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The Summit of Fangs

I climbed the jagged mountain at the center of the floor. The sky above churned black, red lightning streaking across the clouds. Fangs jutted out of the ground like twisted monuments. And at the peak—

He stood.

Twice my size. Cloaked in black fur and obsidian armor. His eyes were molten gold.

The Lord of Fangs.

"You killed my blood," he growled.

"I burned 'em. Big difference."

"You seek strength. But strength without purpose is just noise."

"Then let me show you my noise."

He charged.

I did too.

The clash shook the summit.

Fists. Claws. Flames. Teeth.

The battle began—but I wasn't fighting for blood.

I was fighting for the howl.

And I'd make sure mine echoed louder than any beast of this realm.