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Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 508: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (26)
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The creature's body flickered again, and the shadowy energy around it flared up, pushing Cyrus back. The Warfiend's three glowing eyes locked onto him, and it let out a low, guttural hiss, as if mocking his efforts. The creature reformed itself, rising from the water with even more intensity. It was learning, adapting—becoming faster, more elusive.
Cyrus, however, was not intimidated. With a growl, he steadied his trident, his muscles tightening, ready for whatever came next. He knew the Warfiend's phasing ability was its greatest strength, but he had one last trick in his arsenal. With a sharp command, he unleashed a surge of crimson lightning from his trident, the arcane energy crackling through the water.
The lightning shot forward, creating a barrier of electricity that surrounded him in a protective sphere. When the Warfiend tried to phase into the shadows once more, it was met by an unexpected shock as its body collided with the electric field. Sizzling energy arced through its form, forcing it to reappear in its solid state, paralyzed from the surge.
Cyrus seized the moment.
With one final lunge, he drove his trident straight into the Warfiend's chest, the point of his weapon meeting the heart of the creature. A crackling explosion of dark energy erupted from the wound, sending ripples through the water as the Warfiend let out one last, enraged roar before its body collapsed, lifeless.
Cyrus stood, his breathing heavy, his trident still crackling with the remnants of the arcane energy. He quickly scanned the battlefield, knowing that the fight was far from over, but the Abyssal Warfiend was no longer a threat. He turned to his allies, ready to continue the battle as new monsters surged toward them.
As the monsters closed in, the trio's unspoken bond and synchronization became the cornerstone of their survival. They weren't just individual combatants anymore; they were a cohesive unit, each member playing to their strengths and covering for each other's weaknesses.
Sylus, always the tactician, understood the importance of space control. His air and ice magic allowed him to manipulate the battlefield, forcing the Void Maw Horrors to fight on his terms. As the first Void Maw Horror extended its long, translucent tendrils toward him, its venomous tips glistening in the dim light, Sylus reacted instinctively. Summoning a burst of compressed air, he shot it forward with pinpoint precision, sending the creature backward. The shockwave rippled through the water, pushing back the creature's tendrils just enough for him to dodge to the side.
In the next instant, he conjured spires of jagged ice that rose from the ocean floor, creating a temporary barricade between him and the Void Maw Horrors. The jagged ice shimmered in the dim light, its crystalline surface gleaming like a field of sharp, razor-sharp teeth. As one of the Void Maw Horrors tried to lunge through the barrier, Sylus swiftly slashed at its tendrils, freezing them instantly. The creature let out an unholy screech as the ice encased its tendrils, making them rigid and brittle.
But Sylus didn't wait for the enemy to recover. Flipping backward through the water, his movements graceful and precise, he summoned another bubble of compressed air, this one larger than the last. With a snap of his fingers, the bubble shot out like a bullet, expanding into a shockwave that ripped through the Void Maw, disrupting its regeneration and causing it to float motionless for a moment. Sylus, seizing the opportunity, dove forward and drove ice shards into the maw of the creature. He quickly retreated, using his acrobatic agility to maneuver around the battlefield and avoid being caught in the grasp of the Void Maw's remaining tendrils.
On the opposite side, Jesua faced the Flesh Ripper Behemoths with calculated focus. These beasts were slow, their massive armored bodies moving like mountains through the water, their claws snapping and jaws snapping with ferocity. But Jesua, with her superhuman speed and acute senses, was a blur of movement in contrast. She stayed light on her feet, always on the move, dodging and darting between the lumbering creatures.
As one of the Behemoths charged toward her, its massive claws raised to crush, Jesua sidestepped with feline grace, moving just out of range. Her radiant blade shimmered with golden light as she sliced across the Behemoth's exposed side, the strike making a deep gash in its armored hide. The creature let out a guttural roar, but before it could retaliate, Jesua had already dashed to the other side, her blade flashing again and carving another line of glowing light across its thick skin.
The Behemoth swung its barnacle-encrusted tail toward her, a wrecking ball of bone and muscle. Jesua ducked beneath the swing, using the momentum of the tail to propel herself into the air. As she soared, she summoned a burst of radiant energy around her blade, turning it into a beacon of pure light. Slashing downward, she sliced through the Behemoth's underbelly, cutting through the creature's thick armor and leaving a glowing wound.
But Jesua's attacks were not just about raw power—they were about precision. She always struck at weak points, exploiting any opening she could find, and then moved away before the Behemoth could react. Her speed allowed her to remain several steps ahead of her adversaries, forcing them to constantly play catch-up. As the Behemoth roared in frustration, Jesua used its confusion to weave around its slow-moving attacks, always staying in a position where her next strike would be deadly.
Meanwhile, Cyrus was locked in combat with the Abyssal Warfiends, towering humanoid figures who phased in and out of existence, their dark tridents crackling with malevolent energy. These creatures were not only fast and deadly, but they had the ability to phase between the material and the shadow realm, making them an even more dangerous opponent.
Cyrus knew he couldn't fight them in the same way he would fight any other foe—his usual brute force wouldn't work against these shadowy phantoms. Instead, he used strategy, relying on his trident and the power of lightning to disrupt their movements. As the first Warfiend lunged at him, its trident aimed for his chest, Cyrus raised his own trident just in time to meet the strike with a clash of energy. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through the water, and the Warfiend's trident hummed with dark power.
But Cyrus didn't hesitate. He suddenly released a pulse of crimson lightning from the tip of his trident, and it arced through the water, striking the Warfiend's body. The energy crackled as it coursed through the creature, briefly locking it in place as its phasing ability was interrupted. This allowed Cyrus to lunge forward, driving his trident into the Warfiend's chest, the lightning still crackling along the weapon. The Warfiend screeched in pain as its shadowy form flickered, its glowing eyes widening in rage.
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However, the Warfiend wasn't defeated yet. It phased once more, disappearing into the shadows. But Cyrus was prepared. He spun his trident in the water, creating a defensive aura of electric energy around him. When the Warfiend reappeared behind him, it was met with a deadly surprise. The moment the creature came into contact with the electric barrier, it was blasted back, momentarily stunned.
Without missing a beat, Cyrus surged forward, his trident striking with unrelenting force. He used his endurance and grit to absorb the punishment, focusing on turning the Warfiends' energy against them. Every crash of their tridents, every vibration of dark magic, was met with a calculated defense and a counterstrike that kept the enemy on the back foot.
As the battle continued to escalate, the trio began to rely more heavily on their cooperative tactics. Sylus, from his aerial vantage point, would create barriers of ice and air to separate the monsters and keep them from overwhelming their position. Jesua, agile as ever, used these barriers to her advantage, slipping in between them to strike precisely at vulnerable points. Meanwhile, Cyrus kept the enemy in check, his electric pulses both disrupting their movements and acting as a warning signal to his teammates when another monster was about to strike.
The three of them had developed a deadly rhythm, each covering for the other's weak spots. They were a well-oiled machine, their tactics flawless. Every movement was calculated, every strike timed to perfection. The trio had found their flow, and with it, they had begun to push back against the massive tide of enemies, dealing blow after blow, keeping the monsters from overwhelming them.
The tide of battle had shifted—the monsters had stopped gaining ground. The trio was slowly, methodically, starting to whittle them down—and they were ready for whatever came next.
The battle raged on, an unrelenting storm of monstrous threats, but the trio refused to let the tide of darkness swallow them whole. Tactics, precision, and unwavering trust in each other became their greatest assets as they stood against the relentless onslaught of enemies summoned by the cosmic eye overhead.
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