Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 502: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (22)

Sylus was the first to react to the new form's more violent tendencies. The Abyssal Titan's tentacles lashed down at him in a coordinated flurry, their jagged edges slicing through the water like living blades. Sylus, relying on his acute awareness of the battlefield, ducked and weaved through the attacks, his staff raised in a defensive position.

A tentacle came at him from the left, too fast for him to completely avoid. Sylus twisted his body, using the water's resistance to roll beneath the strike, the limb scraping just inches above his head. He pushed off the cavern floor, shooting upward like a fish caught in a current. Mid-flight, Sylus conjured an orb of compressed air, sending it rocketing at one of the massive tentacles. The orb exploded on impact, and the tentacle was knocked off-course, flailing erratically in the water, leaving a brief opening.

He didn't waste the opportunity. With a swift motion, Sylus summoned a spire of ice from the depths, aiming it directly for the Titan's exposed, soft underbelly. The ice spike shattered against the creature's thick scales, but Sylus used the momentum to dart sideways, narrowly avoiding a second, incoming tentacle.

Jesua's movements were fluid and graceful, the radiant energy of her blade illuminating the dark abyss like a beacon of hope in the chaos. The Abyssal Titan, enraged by the trio's resilience, lashed out with its enormous, sinewy limbs, sending powerful shockwaves through the water with every strike.

Jesua, however, was quick on her feet. She dodged one tentacle by sliding low, her blade cutting through the water with pinpoint accuracy to sever the limb just above the base. The severed portion of the tentacle twisted before dissipating into shadowy tendrils, but Jesua was already in motion.

A massive sea serpent, spawned by the Titan's power, slithered toward her with unnerving speed, its razor-sharp teeth glinting in the faint bioluminescent glow. Jesua didn't hesitate. She shifted her stance, blurring forward in a streak of light, closing the gap between herself and the creature. As it lunged, she sliced cleanly through its skull with a quick, diagonal slash, causing the beast to convulse and dissipate into shadowy mist.

At the same moment, another tentacle shot toward her from the Titan's back. Jesua grinned, knowing that timing was everything. She used the momentum from her earlier strike to spring upward, twisting her body in mid-air and dodging the incoming strike. As she landed, her sword flared with holy light, and she launched a concentrated beam of energy directly at the Titan's exposed eye. The beam struck with immense force, blinding the creature momentarily and causing it to writhe in agony, giving the trio an opportunity to press the attack.

Cyrus stood resolute in the face of the Titan's fury. The creature's attack patterns were changing faster now, its form shifting and adapting as it responded to the trio's relentless pressure. The Abyssal Titan's tail whipped around with terrifying speed, aiming to slam down on Cyrus. Without hesitation, he planting his feet into the shifting sand, dug his trident into the ground, and anchored himself in place.

The tail crashed down with brutal force, sending shocking waves through the water. Cyrus gritted his teeth and pushed forward, using the shock of the impact to slam his trident into the tail. The weapon cracked against the scales with a resounding echo, but it held, and for a split second, he managed to push through, pushing back with all his might.

The Titan's tail screeched as it recoiled, but before Cyrus could capitalize, two armored eel-lords charged at him from either side, their sleek bodies twisting and snapping with deadly precision. Cyrus didn't flinch. Instead, he dropped low, pulling his trident in close to his chest, parrying the first eel-lord's attack with the shaft of his trident. The force of the blow caused his body to spin, but he pivoted with the momentum, bringing his trident around in a wide arc to cleave through the second eel-lord's midsection.

With a grunt, he drove the trident upward, shattering the eel-lord's protective plating, leaving it stunned and disoriented in the water. Using this to his advantage, Cyrus delivered a brutal strike, slamming the trident into the eel's vulnerable underbelly, splitting it open in a burst of electric energy.

But just as quickly, more creatures—slithering horrors of the deep—began to emerge. The Titan's regeneration abilities were in full force, and the trio was being overrun by a new wave of enemies. Cyrus gritted his teeth, preparing to push back against the onslaught.

The trio's strategy was becoming more apparent: divide and conquer. They struck decisively, each member focusing on different aspects of the battle. Sylus kept the Titan's tentacles at bay, using air magic to redirect and slow attacks, creating space for Jesua and Cyrus to close in. Jesua was the vanguard—her quick, precise strikes dismantled the weaker sea monsters while also providing critical damage to the Titan's weak spots, always keeping her movements fluid and unpredictable. Cyrus, as the bruiser, tackled the Titan head-on, using his raw strength to break apart its regenerative limbs and control the battlefield's flow.

However, the tide was shifting. The Titan's resilience was growing, and it adapted quickly to the trio's tactics. Each strike that landed on its mass of tentacles was met with immediate regeneration, and the summoned monsters now attacked in coordinated waves, seeking to overwhelm their prey.

Sylus and Jesua kept one step ahead, creating space where there was none. Sylus used his pressurized air bubbles to knock back incoming monsters, freezing a few of the tentacles just long enough for Jesua to sever them with her radiant blade. Meanwhile, Cyrus's ground-shaking lightning strikes provided a distraction, forcing the Titan to reposition itself, weakening the giant beast's stance momentarily.

The trio was pushed to their limits. Their every move, every swing, and every spell felt like it would be their last—yet, despite the overwhelming odds, they continued to fight with unwavering resolve. The Titan was powerful, but the trio was learning. They were adapting, and they refused to surrender. The battlefield was theirs for the taking.

As the Abyssal Titan let out a final, earth-shaking roar, the trio stood over its slain form, gasping for breath, their bodies soaked in sweat and battle residue. The massive beast had collapsed into a heap of writhing tendrils and shattered bone, the shadowy abyss from which it had emerged still leaking dark energy that churned and rippled around them.

Sylus, Jesua, and Cyrus stood in a temporary moment of respite, but their relief was short-lived.

Above, the water's surface cracked like glass. The very ocean seemed to tremble as a massive, glowing eyeball emerged, filling the expanse of the sky. The eerie, unsettling orb was as large as a mountain. Tendrils of shadow snaked from the edges, distorting the ocean itself. This new terror, born from the depths, was a creature of cosmic horror, a being that seemed to bend space and time around it.

From the eye, a swarm of monstrous beings began to emerge, phasing in and out of existence, each more grotesque and impossible than the last.

As the Void Maw Horror surged toward Sylus, its gaping, abyssal maw seemed to expand, ready to swallow anything in its path. The creature's long translucent tendrils trailed behind it, their venomous tips gleaming with a faint, unnatural blue glow. The pulsing and flickering of the creature's form sent ripples through the water, as if the very fabric of reality were bending and distorting around it. Each tendril moved with an eerie, almost liquid grace, but with an unsettling purpose—to ensnare, to tear, to devour.

Sylus, his heart racing, sensed the imminent danger. The creature's speed defied natural law—it was too fast, closing in on him in a matter of seconds. He couldn't afford to make a mistake.

As the Void Maw Horror's tendrils whipped toward him with terrifying speed, Sylus instinctively leapt backward, his movements precise and swift. He narrowly dodged the first spear-like strike, the barbed tips slicing through the water mere inches from his face. His heart pounded, and he barely had time to brace himself as the creature's second tendril lunged toward him.

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In a split-second decision, Sylus extended his hand and summoned a concentrated air bubble, compressing the surrounding water into a solid sphere. With a powerful thrust of his arm, he launched the bubble forward, and it exploded upon impact with the Void Maw Horror. The shockwave sent a blast of air and pressure through the water, propelling the creature backward. The tendrils flailed wildly as the explosion disrupted its graceful, fluid movements.

The creature recoiled, momentarily stunned by the blast, but within seconds, it began to regenerate. The wounds in its core mended, and its tendrils, once frayed, returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened. Sylus cursed under his breath. He couldn't rely on just brute force. Speed and precision were the key here.

Sylus took a moment to analyze the Void Maw Horror's movements. It was relentless, attacking in quick, darting motions, but it also had a rhythm—a sort of pulse to its strikes. The tendrils would lead with an initial thrust, then follow up with a second or third rapid flick as they circled around its prey. The creature was fast, but not impossible to read.

It was time to turn the tables.