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Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 505: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (24)
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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.
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.
Sylus could see that he had only a fraction of a second before the Void Maw Horror would launch another attack. He needed to strike preemptively—before it could regenerate fully.
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He raised his staff, conjuring a series of ice shards from the surrounding water, each one sharp and deadly. With a rapid flick of his wrist, he sent the shards hurtling toward the Void Maw Horror's exposed core. The sharp icicle-like projectiles embedded themselves deep into the creature's flesh, freezing its regenerative cells mid-process. The creature's movements began to slow as it struggled against the ice.
Sylus took advantage of this. Spinning quickly, he weaved between the Void Maw Horror's flailing tendrils, his movements a blur. He darted to the side just as another tendril shot toward him, narrowly avoiding its deadly tip. Sylus then moved in close, slamming his staff against the creature's body with a burst of energy. The shockwave that followed sent cracks rippling through the ice, further inhibiting its regeneration.
But just as victory seemed within reach, the Void Maw Horror shuddered and pulsed, the energy inside its body surging. The ice was cracking, and the regenerative process was starting to work faster than Sylus could keep up with.
Sylus quickly realized that freezing the creature wasn't enough. He needed to disrupt its core directly. The ice shards had slowed it, but only temporarily. The regeneration was simply too fast.
With a flash of inspiration, Sylus raised his staff high. The water around him began to shimmer as he invoked a much more advanced form of magic—a spell of solidified pressure. A sudden blast of concentrated air and water pressure focused on the Void Maw Horror's core. He pushed forward, summoning a vortex that compressed the water into a razor-sharp blade of compressed air, which he hurled directly at the creature's exposed heart.
The pressure blade tore through the Void Maw's gelatinous flesh with ease, and for a moment, the creature paused—its many tendrils flickering and pulsing wildly, its body caught in the throes of its own violent internal disruption. This was the moment Sylus had been waiting for.
He moved quickly, diving into the fray. As the Void Maw Horror staggered from the assault, its tendrils momentarily flailing aimlessly, Sylus leapt from the ground, his staff glowing with arcane power. He twisted in midair, landing on the creature's back. His body slammed into the mass of gelatinous flesh with a thundering crash.
The Void Maw's body rippled, and for a split second, Sylus thought he had reached a new high ground in the fight. But the Void Maw Horror, despite being injured, reacted quickly, throwing one of its massive tendrils behind it. The strike was swift, catching Sylus off-guard and slamming him backward. Sylus gritted his teeth as he rolled with the impact, narrowly avoiding being impaled by the razor-sharp barbs.
Sylus was shaken, but he knew he couldn't stop. With a quick roll to his feet, he dodged the next incoming tendril and reared back, summoning another blast of compressed air. This time, he wasn't just trying to slow it down—he was going to finish it.
The Void Maw Horror, still in its regenerative cycle, began to move sluggishly, its tendrils twitching but no longer as fluid or fast as before. Sylus grinned as he raised his staff for the final blow. The air around him vibrated with the immense energy he was about to release. He fired, and the force of the blast tore through the creature's form, causing it to flicker out of existence, vanishing into dark wisps of shadow as the last of its energy was consumed by the attack.
The Flesh Ripper Behemoth was a terrifying sight—a massive, crocodilian creature whose body was covered in jagged, barnacle-encrusted armor, the rough, barnacle-coated plates adding a sense of relentlessness to its already formidable presence. Each step the creature took sent shockwaves through the water, the massive claws on its forelimbs capable of crushing stone with ease. Its tail—long, thick, and covered in armored scales—swept through the water like a battering ram, a force of nature in its own right. The strange, glitching movement—as though the creature weren't fully materialized—added a disorienting, otherworldly aspect to the encounter, making it even harder to predict its next move.
Jesua, always alert, was the first to recognize the impending danger as the Flesh Ripper Behemoth charged toward her, its eyes locked onto her with a deadly intent. The water around her seemed to slow down as the massive creature's jaws began to open wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth capable of crushing bones and tearing through flesh.
Jesua's instincts kicked in as she saw the Behemoth's maw snapping toward her with terrifying speed. Quick as a flash, she darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the massive jaws that would have easily swallowed her whole. The water rippled and distorted around her, but Jesua was already moving—her body a blur of graceful speed. Her radiant blade gleamed as she brought it down in a swift, precise arc toward the Behemoth's exposed side.
However, as her sword struck, the creature's barnacle-encrusted armor deflected the blow with a loud clink, and Jesua quickly realized that this creature was not going down so easily. The armor was thick, and the strike, while powerful, barely left a mark. Her eyes narrowed as she analyzed the situation. The Behemoth wasn't going to give her any openings without a fight.
Before she could adjust, the Behemoth's massive, armored tail swung toward her like a wrecking ball, its speed and sheer mass sending a deadly shockwave through the water. Jesua's instincts screamed at her to move, and she rolled beneath the tail, narrowly dodging the crushing blow that would have sent her crashing into the cavern wall. The tail's momentum caused a swirl of water that nearly threw Jesua off balance, but she managed to regain her footing and propel herself back into the fight.
With a flash of radiant energy, Jesua leapt forward, using the current of the water to propel herself into the perfect position. Her body twisted mid-air, and she brought her blade down in a precise, downward arc, aiming for the Behemoth's underbelly, where its armor was weakest.
The blade connected with a blinding flash of light, the radiant energy searing into the creature's hide, leaving behind a glowing mark. The Behemoth hissed in pain, recoiling slightly, its body shuddering from the force of the attack. For a brief moment, it faltered—its defensive stance wavered—but it was not finished. The massive jaws snapped back into position, and the creature immediately charged again, its momentum unstoppable.
Jesua, however, was ready. She shifted her weight, darting backward just in time to avoid the Behemoth's next devastating bite. She spun gracefully in the water, using its natural flow to propel herself behind the creature, landing lightly on the back of its spine.
Jesua's movements were fluid and calculated. The Behemoth's form was large, but its bulk worked against it in the tight confines of the cavern. She could feel the water currents around her—an advantage she knew she could use to her benefit. The Behemoth's enormous body, while powerful, made it somewhat unwieldy in these waters, and Jesua knew she could use this to her advantage.
In the blink of an eye, she had moved behind the creature, keeping low to the water as she sliced through the air. Rapid, successive slashes from her blade cut into the Behemoth's thick armor, leaving glowing scars across its armored back. Each slash was executed with deadly precision, each glowing strike a beacon of light cutting through the darkness of the abyss.
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