Ting ting!
Suddenly I found myself materializing in part of battlefield that belonged to Lucky. The air was thick with tension, and the ground beneath my feet trembled violently. An earthquake, unleashed by the ferocious rank 5 beasts that roamed the field, sent shockwaves rippling through the earth, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground with a jarring thud. The world around me was a cacophony of roars and the clashing of steel, a testament to the fierce battle raging on.
As I struggled to regain my footing, my eyes were drawn to a terrifying sight looming above me. The Icehide Furylord Mammoth, a colossal creature of immense power and fury, was poised to crush me beneath its massive feet. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized I had no time to react, no chance to summon a shield or escape its deadly path. Panic surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.
Just as the mammoth's shadow enveloped me, a sudden force gripped me, yanking me away with a speed that left me breathless. In the blink of an eye, I was transported to a safer vantage point, far from the immediate danger. I turned to see the source of my salvation—a monster that I'm very familiar, his face streaked with sweat and his clothes torn apart, his body marked by numerous injuries. His grip was firm on my collar, his eyes filled with determination and urgency.
Looking at those injuries though came to me If it had been me, I knew I would not have survived such a perilous encounter. The mammoth, now a distant figure, continued its rampage, oblivious to the narrow escape I had just experienced. Lucky stood resolutely on his place.
He looked at me with a smile, but it was a weary, exhausted smile that screamed of the relentless hours he had spent fighting. Even before the battle, he had been drained, using his magic shield technique tirelessly throughout the day, all for me. A wave of guilt crashed over me, but in that moment, it felt like a mere ripple compared to the overwhelming tide of gratitude and love that surged through my heart for him.
"…*gasp* dude use your teleportation get out of here I *gasp*… need to focus" Lucky's voice was uneven as it was hard for him to speak I looks at him for moments then spoke
"I am fortunate to have devised a strategy to incapacitate that hawk beast, which is very critical as your know by now. However, the success of this plan is not solely dependent on my efforts and abilities. It hinges significantly on your assistance and cooperation as well. When I give the signal, which will be a specific weaves of magic energy, can you please unleash your powerful lightning spell in a broad arc towards the sky? This spell should be aimed high and wide to ensure maximum impact and coverage." I attempted to convey my plan as clearly and concisely as possible using minimal words, hoping that the essence of the strategy would be understood without unnecessary details.
It appears that Lucky, our trusted companion, comprehended the message accurately and is ready to play a crucial role in executing the plan. With that, I utilized my teleportation ability once more, which allows me to move instantly from one place to another, to lift Lucky into the air. Together, we began our descent, carefully positioning ourselves to execute the plan at the precise moment when the signal is given.
I manifested a long bone spear, its sharpness meticulously directed downward, ready to serve as our lifeline in this perilous situation. As we began to fall faster, we became firmly attached to the bone spear, which was part of my plan and I hoped Lucky can catch up whenever I do as I have no time to explain. I poured every ounce of my magic energy into it, enhancing its durability and sharpness as much as I could muster. The spear became an extension of my will, cutting through the air with precision and power, as if it were a part of my very being. Meanwhile, Lucky, with his keen skills and unwavering focus, started to use a sharpening technique to cover my bone spear in magic energy making it was as lethal and precise as possible. His expertise was invaluable, and together, we combined our efforts to create an extremely sharp and durable long bone spear, ready to pierce whatever was in our way.
And in our way was a mammoth beast, looking around and searching for us with its massive, intimidating presence. We were already falling incredibly fast, but in order to get even faster, Lucky extended his arm to the sky and began to release a burst of magic energy. This burst boosted the speed of our falling more rapidly, propelling us downward with even greater velocity looking at I smile as I started to do same but mines was very insignificant compared to his. The wind rushed past us as we descended, the ground approaching with alarming speed. But with our enhanced spear and combined efforts, we were determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead, ready to confront the mammoth beast with all the strength and resolve we could muster.
Lucky and I plummeted through the blizzard like a pair of falling stars, our long bone spear gleaming with layered magic. The Frost Zone howled around us, the wind clawing at our bones and clothes, snow stinging like shards of glass. Icehide Furylord mammoth beast looked up at the last second before we reach him, its black eyes widening as it realized death was descending.
Time slowed.
I felt the pulse of my core, exhaling and inhaling magic energy in frantic rhythm. Blue light flared along the spear, each vein of bone thrumming with my will. Beside me, Lucky's inverted black eyes gleamed, his arm locked tight around the shaft as he poured his raw power into the strike. The air around us crackled with his lightning, the scent of ozone piercing through the frost.
Boom!
Our fall generated an impact so significant and forceful that it produced shockwaves of immense power. These shockwaves traveled with such intensity that they reached the ice-covered trees, causing them to explode violently. The explosions did not stop there; they triggered a chain reaction that led to the entire mountain shaking. As a result of this seismic activity, numerous avalanches were set in motion, cascading down the slopes. The force of these avalanches was so great that they extended beyond the immediate area, reaching even distant mountains where additional avalanches began to descend.
Snow and silence fell in uneven waves across the shattered battlefield, broken only by the distant groans of ice and the labored breath of the wounded mammoth beast. The ground where we struck was no longer the smooth, frozen expanse it had been—it was a jagged graveyard of splintered ice and gaping fissures. Crystalline shards from shattered trees littered the snow like fragments of glass, each one catching the dim light and turning it into a thousand broken reflections of the chaos we had wrought.
The Icehide Furylord Mammoth beast lay half collapsed in the churned snow, its massive flank heaving with shallow breaths. Steam rose from its injuries where our bone spear and Lucky's lightning had torn through hide and ice-armor, the smell of scorched frost heavy in the air. Its black eyes, so proud and unyielding moments ago, now glimmered with a dull, pained awareness. Each attempt to rise sent tremors through the weakened ice beneath it, cracks spiderwebbing further across the battlefield.
I stood trembling, magic energy sputtering at the edge of my will. Lucky was on one knee beside me, his breath ragged, his horns frosted over, yet his eyes still fixed on the fallen beast. My body ached with exhaustion
Then I looked around and saw the Frost Carapace Lizard beast staring at us with clear caution. Its crystalline eyes glinted through the falling snow, sharp and alert. The beast's body was covered in thick, jagged ice plates and pale armor-like scales, and its ridged back rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths. Its tail, which usually whipped around during attacks, hung low and still. Even the claws on its strong, wide feet gripped the cracked ice surface, ready to react at any moment.
The environment around us was quiet except for the wind. Broken ice trees lay scattered, and the snow swirled around in the storm. Steam rose from the injured mammoth beast nearby, mixing with the freezing air. The ground was uneven and full of fissures from the earlier battle. Nothing else moved in that moment. It felt as if the entire Frost Zone was waiting.
I could feel that the Lizard beast was intelligent. It wasn't rushing to attack like an ordinary animal. Instead, it was watching, calculating, and trying to understand us. It seemed to realize that we had just brought down a much larger beast. My chest tightened as I thought about how dangerous it was, but also that it respected the threat we posed. In that tense quiet, I knew that whichever side acted first could decide what happened next.
With I reached my hand to my pouch taking out frost fungus but my hand was trembling from impact as countless fractures were present on them
I began the process of infusing the frost fungus with my magic energy, intending to harness its properties for a specific purpose. As I worked, I realized that the quantity I had initially prepared was not adequate to meet my requirements. In light of this, I give those frost fungus to Lucky, who was seated nearby. Lucky, known for his supportive nature, is always willing to exert every ounce of his strength to assist us both in our endeavors. However, his inherent characteristics sometimes hinder his ability to immediately comprehend the intentions of others. When I handed him the two frost fungus, he glanced at me with a puzzled expression, clearly uncertain about the reason behind my gesture. Despite his confusion, I trust that his determination and loyalty will ultimately lead him to understand and contribute positively to our shared goal.
"What am I supposed to do with them?" Lucky asked me not understanding anything
"Just infuse your magic energy into them, and use one of them to heal yourself. The next step of the plan heavily depends on your actions." I informed him. I understand he's confused, but he needs to trust me. We don't have any time to waste.
As he began to channel his magic energy into the frost fungus, a remarkable transformation took place. Initially, the frost fungus was a vibrant green, but as his energy flowed into it, the color shifted to a striking shade of blue. This change was not merely superficial; it signified a deeper connection between him and the frost fungus. He takes one of the now blue frost fungus and brought it closer to his body. In a display of magic, the frost fungus began to disintegrate into tiny blue particles. These particles were then absorbed into his body, seamlessly integrating with his own being.
The process was deceptively simple, yet it required immense concentration and control. By pouring his magic energy into the frost fungus, he was effectively gaining dominion over it. This newfound control allowed him to manipulate the frost fungus in ways that others could not. He could retrace his magic energy, disassembling the frost fungus at will. As he did so, he extracted the unique properties of the frost fungus and incorporated them into his own body. This act of absorption and integration had a profound healing effect on him, mending wounds and restoring vitality.
While other monsters were capable of using frost fungus on each other, their abilities were limited. As using frost fungus in that way could only close wounds, providing temporary relief but not true healing. This limitation made it far more beneficial for him to use the frost fungus on himself. By doing so, he could achieve a level of healing that was otherwise unattainable, ensuring that he remained strong and resilient in the face of challenge we will face right now.
"When I give you the signal, it is crucial to unleash your most potent lightning spell in a broad arc directed towards the sky. The spell should be aimed high and wide to maximize the area of attack, ensuring it covers a significant expanse." I exclaimed now all depends on Lucky but I will him as much as i can
He looked at me with a puzzled expression, clearly unsure about what was happening, but he agreed to follow me anyway. We both stood up and noticed that the Frost Carapace Lizard beast was gaining more distance from us. I know that I need Lucky to attack it. In a desperate attempt, I grabbed him and activated my teleportation ability. This move required an enormous amount of magic energy, and I could feel my core rapidly depleting. However, in moments of intense fear and panic, my core is instantly replenished with magic energy. Most of the time, my core remains full of magic energy, and it is continuously refilled by my soul when I experience those emotions. Because of this I barely going.
Ting ting!
Both Lucky and I materialized onto the broad, icy back of the Frost Carapace Lizard beast. The transition from teleportation to solid footing was jarring, as the cold surface beneath us was slick and uneven, covered in jagged patches of frozen scales and layered ice. The air was filled with the sharp scent of frost and the low hum of the blizzard as it pushed against our bodies. Despite the immense size of the beast, the landing was so precise and soft that it didn't register our presence immediately. Its breathing was steady and deep, the rise and fall of its massive frame creating a rhythmic motion that threatened to throw us off balance with every step.
The surface of its back felt like a shifting sheet of armor. Each movement of the beast caused the crystalline scales to grind faintly against each other, sending subtle vibrations through my feet. I crouched low, pressing my clawed hands to the cold plates, feeling the dense magic energy flowing beneath the surface. Lucky crouched beside me, his snow-white hair whipping in the wind, his sharp black eyes scanning the area. The lizard's tail, long and armored with serrated shards of ice and crystal, moved slowly at first, weaving side to side like a pendulum testing the air. Even in this brief moment of stillness, every instinct in me screamed that a single wrong move could get us thrown into the storm below.
We stayed low to avoid detection, shuffling carefully across the glacial ridges of the beast's hide. The Frost Carapace Lizard's back was not smooth. It was layered in overlapping plates, some crusted with frost and others slick with thin ice that reflected the faint blue glow of the snowstorm. My bone claws dug into the gaps between the plates to maintain a grip, while Lucky kept his balance easily due to his boot, minor adjustments that let him cling to the moving surface.
Beneath us, the beast's muscles flexed with each step it took across the fractured battlefield. I could feel the vibrations resonate up through my legs as its massive claws dug into the snow and ice, creating deep grooves in the ground. The faint sound of shattering ice trees and shifting snow reached us through the storm, a constant reminder that the battle around us was still raging. Occasionally, the lizard's body would twist to adjust its stance, and its tail would whip through the air in a wide arc, cutting through the snowstorm with a sound like tearing metal.
With a sigh, I realized I had to take the next step in my plan. I leaned to Lucky, my voice low but urgent. "Wait here and remember the signal. I'll lure the beast's attention and force it into an attack. During the attack, it'll leave its neck exposed. Cast the lighting spell when you see the opening." I looked into his eyes, and he looked at me with concern. But I knew I had to be the one who attracted the attention of the Frost Carapace Lizard beast. "Please," I said, which made him stop moving. With a deep sigh, he said, "Okay, but just be careful." I nodded and turned around, taking in my surroundings.
The lizard's tail swayed wider, and I noticed how the shift in balance traveled through its spine. This detail would be important for the next stage of our plan. I signaled to Lucky with a small hand gesture and began crawling toward one of the natural ridges along the beast's back that would give us a better vantage point to see its head and neck. Moving across the surface was slow and tense. The ice crunched softly under our claws, but the sound was swallowed by the roar of the wind. Even so, every step felt like a test of patience and focus.
The closer we moved to the upper spine, the more I could sense the lizard's raw strength. Its body wasn't warm like a mammalian beast; instead, it radiated a biting cold that felt alive, as if the ice itself was part of its flesh. Frost had collected in the grooves of its armor, and each ridge glimmered faintly as we passed. I glanced at Lucky, who was carefully adjusting his grip on the frost fungus and preparing his spell for the next action. His face was tense, his pupils contracted, but he moved with the competence of someone who believe he can do this.
Suddenly, the lizard shifted its weight and twisted its body. The motion was slow but immense, like a glacier in motion. The surface beneath us tilted, and I dug my claws deeper into the icy ridges, clinging to the spine to prevent sliding off. Lucky pressed low, gripping the bone spear slung across his back with one hand and holding onto the scales with the other. Snow and shards of ice cascaded off the lizard's back in small avalanches, plummeting into the storm below. We remained completely still, holding our positions, until the beast turned around. It was then that it became evident that it was searching for us.
It had not noticed us. Its tail continued to move in a slow, sweeping pattern, and its head turned slightly toward the distant roar of the mammoth beast still struggling in the field below. This was our chance to prepare. I carefully began channeling magic energy into the frost fungus I carried, turning the green glow into a faint blue. Lucky look at my actions, his focus is on both beast's neck and me. We would need perfect timing to coordinate the strike.
Every movement mattered, and every second on the beast's back felt like an eternity. The cold, the wind, the shifting armor under our feet, and the constant awareness that a single misstep could result in death filled my mind. Yet, step by step, we advanced along the spine of the Frost Carapace Lizard, unnoticed, preparing for the next stage of our plan.
After taking only a few breaths, I focus my magic energy on my bone-bending innate trait which begin to materialize a bone spear. This is the most powerful bone spear I can create without inadvertently releasing any magic energy. If I were to do so, the beast would immediately sense my presence, and I would lose the element of surprise. Therefore, I must be cautious and ensure that the spear is crafted with precision and care, using only the necessary amount of energy. Although I am unable to make my absolute best bone spear due to this constraint, I remain hopeful that it will still be sufficient to confront the beast effectively.
I carefully adjusted my teleportation to ensure it would activate precisely in front of the Frost Carapace Lizard beast. I calculated the distance, ensuring I would be just a few steps away from the creature once the teleportation was complete. With a deep breath, I focused all my concentration and summoned a surge of magic energy. Magic energy coursed through my body, preparing me for the instantaneous movement that was about to occur. As magic energy reached its peak, I activated the teleportation, feeling the familiar sensation of being pulled through space.
Ting ting!
In a split second, I found myself precisely positioned where I had meticulously planned, merely a few steps away from the formidable Frost Carapace Lizard beast. The creature's eyes widened in surprise as it registered my presence, and with a swift and unexpected leap, it propelled itself backward, defying its size with the height of its jump. Without a moment's hesitation, I channeled my magic energy internally, directing it towards my bone spear. As the energy flowed, intricate blue weaves began to envelop the spear, enhancing its power and precision. I swiftly maneuvered myself into the optimal stance for throwing, feeling the surge of intense magic energy coursing through my veins. With a powerful thrust, the spear was launched with incredible speed, hurtling towards the Frost Carapace Lizard beast.
Just as it was about to strike the beast's head, the creature's tail deftly intercepted the spear, deflecting its trajectory. However, this defensive maneuver inadvertently exposed the beast's neck, as the armor stretched and revealed the vulnerable skin beneath. This was the precise opportunity I had been waiting for, a chance to create an opening for Lucky to launch an attack. The situation was tense, but the potential for success was within reach, and I was ready to seize it.
Bang! Bang!
Two black lights originated from the back of the beast hitting the neck of the beast intensely. The Frost Carapace Lizard beast roared, a sound that tore through the blizzard and shook the ice trees. Its armored plates trembled as pure survival instinct surged through its colossal frame. Realizing the searing pain in its neck and the crushing weight of Lucky clinging to its back, the beast thrashed violently, its massive body twisting in a desperate spiral.
Snow and ice exploded in every direction as the beast fall into ground and rolled its shoulders and spun to dislodge its attacker. Its claws dug into the brittle ground, carving deep furrows as it pivoted its body in a tight circle, tail lashing with lethal force. The tail smashed into nearby ice trees, shattering them in resounding blasts of crystalline shards that rained down like knives.
Lucky held on still holding his magic as it continued to fry that beast from its neck, his fingers locked around the beast's jagged spines while his horns scraped against the icy armor. The Lizard's spin became more frantic, body coiling and uncoiling, trying to throw him off through sheer centrifugal force. Its massive torso twisted so sharply that cracks formed along the ice reinforcing its scales, and steam rose from the wound where black lightning had burned deep.
The blizzard howled around them, snow whipping like a thousand tiny razors. The beast's entire body became a storm of motion—tail whipping, legs clawing, head snapping side to side. Each spin sent tremors through the battlefield, cracking the ground and toppling nearby ice trees into explosive shards. Its survival drive was raw and violent, a primal dance of life or death, and every movement screamed the same instinct
If I were to describe what this beast was thinking it will probably be 'Get it off, survive at all costs.'
Swoosh
"This sound!" I instantly realized as Sky Ripper hawk beast is coming down to attack I prepared my teleportation but not to teleport right now
I gathered my every voice to scream "LUCKY NOWWW!" My voice echoed through frost zone but even now Lucky seems to not hear me as he still hitting necks of lizard beast with black lightning despair get in me as I breathe more heavily. sudden thoughts like 'maybe I should have explained my plan then it might have been worked' or 'it is my fault if I have made plan that doesn't depend much on Lucky it might been worked' as those thoughts start to pop up as I can't help but watch it
Boom!
Bizz! buzzz! tzinggg!
The black lightning, initially striking the lizard beast with a ferocious intensity, suddenly veered upwards into the sky. As it ascended, it illuminated the entire snowstorm with a blinding brightness, casting an eerie glow over the frozen landscape. The massive bolt of lightning began to fragment, splitting into multiple smaller, yet equally powerful, streaks of electricity. These smaller bolts further divided, creating a dazzling display of light that seemed to dance across the heavens. The brightness was so overwhelming that it momentarily blinded me, and the force of the wind was relentless, battering against my body with such ferocity that I struggled to maintain my footing. The air was charged with energy, and the ground trembled beneath me as the lightning bolts grew larger and more menacing.
As I observed the scene unfolding before me, a sense of satisfaction washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile. The situation seemed to be perfect, and I was confident in the outcome. However, my attention was quickly drawn to the Sky Ripper hawk beast, a most troublesome beast that had been struck by a bolt of lightning. The impact was immediate and intense, causing the beast to become momentarily stunned. Its magnificent ice feathers, which had been glistening in the light, were now the target of a series of small yet incredibly powerful lightning strikes.
These bolts were neither letting beast falling to the ground nor causing the feathers to catch fire. Instead, they were delivering a severe shock to the beast's nervous system. The level of shock was extreme, yet it was not lethal. The lightning had been precisely aimed, ensuring that it was not a powerful hit, but rather a calculated strike that would hit the beast at all cost basically sure hit attack. Once the lightning ceased, I seized the opportunity to use my teleportation ability once more. With a swift and seamless motion, I found myself back on the back of the Sky Ripper hawk beast, ready to continue with my next move.
I moved to get close to neck of hawk beast, a beast of immense power and agility. My objective was to extract the frost fungus that I had previously infused with my own magic energy. This fungus, a rare and potent substance, had been carefully prepared to serve a specific purpose in my plan. As I approached the hawk beast, I focused my attention on the frost fungus, which had already begun to transform due to my magic energy. It started to emit a soft blue glow, and I could see the particles of magic energy swirling around it.
Instead of absorbing these particles to heal myself, I had a different plan. I carefully disassembled the frost fungus, ensuring that the blue particles remained intact. With precision, I pressed these particles against the skin of the hawk beast. As the particles made contact, they began to seep into the beast's body, integrating with its natural systems. This was a crucial step in my strategy, as the hawk beast's magic energy was naturally fused with my magic energy.
Once the particles were inside the beast, I executed my next move. With a swift motion, I leaped off the hawk beast, utilizing my teleportation ability to descend safely to the ground below. The transition was seamless, and I landed with a soft thud, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I looked up at the sky, where the hawk beast was now hovering. I could already see the first signs of my plan taking effect.
The hawk beast attempted to flap its wings to maintain its flight, but its movements were erratic and uncoordinated. Its body began to sway uncontrollably, and it struggled to maintain its balance in the air. This was exactly what I had anticipated. Unlike monsters, who possess a will of magic to control their magic energy, beasts rely on their nervous systems to manage the flow of magic energy within their bodies. By infusing the hawk beast with my magic energy, I had disrupted this delicate system.
But order to do that I needed the frost fungus's nature energy, an energy that flows in and out of living beast like breath. By fusing my magic energy with nature energy, I had given the hawk beast a my will of magic. This will of magic was incompatible with its existing nervous system, causing it to lose control over its magic energy. As I watched from the ground, the hawk beast's movements became increasingly chaotic. It flailed its wings wildly, unable to stabilize itself, and began to spiral downward.
The sky ripper hawk beast, a beast of immense power and terror, descended from the heavens with a speed that defied belief. Its massive wings sliced through the air, creating a deafening roar that echoed across the landscape. As it plummeted, the anticipation of its impact was palpable, a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. When it finally struck the ground, the explosion was nothing short of catastrophic. A fierce gust of wind erupted from the collision, sweeping across the earth with a force that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The ground trembled beneath my feet, and the sheer power of the impact was enough to knock me off balance, sending me sprawling backward through the air. As I hurtled through the sky, my mind racing with thoughts of survival.
In that split second, as I was airborne, I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me to safety. I turned my head, my relief came to my mind, and there he was Lucky, my loyal companion, his eyes filled with determination and courage. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and relief, knowing that I was in good hands. Together, we landed hard on the ground, the impact jarring but manageable. I lay there for a moment, catching my breath, my mind focused entirely on the outcome of my carefully crafted plan. The hawk beast lay motionless on the ground, its once formidable presence now reduced to a mere shadow of its former self. It was alive, but it posed no threat, unable to even stand on its own two feet. I knew that if it had been any other beast, with its thick armor and formidable defenses, I would not have been able to achieve this. Without Lucky's quick thinking and his performance to stun the hawk beast, I would never have had the opportunity to unleash my magic energy and bring my plan to fruition.
As I watched the results of my strategy unfold, a profound sense of relief washed over me. It was a moment of validation, a testament to the effectiveness of my planning and the strength of my resolve. I stumbled to my feet, my body feeling heavy and exhausted, my consciousness beginning to slip away. I turned to Lucky, who was standing beside me, his expression one of pride and encouragement. He smiled warmly, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "Don't worry," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my weary soul. "I will take it from here. You did good enough. Rest now." His words were like a gentle embrace, wrapping around me and easing the tension in my body. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude and trust, knowing that I could rely on Lucky to see us through. As his words echoed in my mind, I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me, and I surrendered to the darkness, my consciousness slipping away as I blacked out, safe in the knowledge that I was not alone.
…
As I lay there, a profound sense of peace enveloped me, a rare tranquility that seemed to wash over my entire being. I was asleep, and in that moment, it felt like everything was exactly as it was meant to be. The world around me faded away, leaving only the comforting embrace of slumber. But then, without warning, a surge of magic energy coursed through me, accompanied by an icy chill that seemed to seep into my very bones. It was a jarring sensation, one that pulled me from the depths of my rest.
When I finally managed to gather enough strength to open my eyes, I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. Our squad was gathered around me, their faces a mix of concern and confusion. It was clear that the rank 4 and 5 monsters had already dealt with the beasts that had attacked us. Yet, as I watched them, teetering on the edge of collapse, memories flooded back to me. I remembered the horror of witnessing IT, the cunning beast, mercilessly slaughtering helpless monsters that were incapable of defending themselves. The anger that had once consumed me began to rise once more, but it was quickly tempered by a sense of acceptance. This was the Frost Zone, the domain of these beasts, and we had chosen to come here. We alone bore the responsibility for our fate.
"Wait," I said suddenly, my voice tinged with urgency. "Speaking of IT, where is it? I don't think it has simply vanished." A wave of fear washed over me, and instinctively, I sprang to my feet, summoning a bone spear to my hand, ready to defend myself at a moment's notice.
The surviving members of my squad stared at me, bewildered by my sudden change in demeanor. They couldn't comprehend what had prompted my reaction.
"Sans, what happened?" Lucky's voice reached me, cutting through the tension and bringing a small measure of calm. I glanced at him and the others, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Imertia Tomura was here, and I think it's still here."
Their eyes widened in surprise, and they instinctively assumed their battle stances. But Lucky hesitated, scanning the area for a few moments before speaking again. "I don't think it's Imertia Tomura. If it were, it would have attacked you during your blackout." His words resonated with me, and I felt a wave of relief as I grasped the logic behind his reasoning.
"Does that mean the other survivors?…this explains why there is no other survivors of our squad…" Our squad leader's voice trailed off, heavy with sadness. His words hung in the air, a somber reminder of the reality we faced. His face was etched with the weariness of a monster who had lived for three centuries, a monster who had seen too much and carried the weight of countless battles on his shoulders. The absence of our other squad members was a painful truth, one that spoke volumes about the dangers we had encountered in this unforgiving land.
I clenched my skeletal fist tightly, feeling the weight of anger and overwhelming guilt pressing down on me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one more intense than the last. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and then I spoke, my voice trembling with the depth of my remorse. "I'm sorry," I said, my words barely above a whisper. "If I had been wise enough, if I had possessed the foresight and cautious enough, I would have teleported them to safe caves. It's all my fault. I just let 15 monsters attack when I could have saved them."
The words hung in the air, heavy with the truth of my failure. I felt as though I was standing on the edge of a precipice, looking down into an abyss of my own making. Tears welled up in my empty eye sockets, each drop a testament to the sorrow and regret that filled my heart. But as they began to fall, they froze mid-air, suspended in time, unable to reach the ground. It was as if my body was rejecting the release of my emotions, holding them back even as they threatened to overwhelm me.
Inside, my core began to stir, slowly at first, but then with increasing intensity. Magic energy surged through me, replenishing my depleted reserves almost immediately. It was as if the very essence of my being was being restored, yet even this miraculous recovery could not quench the flood of guilt that consumed me. It was as if I was drowning in a vast sea of remorse, the waves crashing over me, threatening to pull me under. I was trapped in a cycle of self-blame and despair, unable to escape the consequences of my actions.
Lucky's hand gently rested on my shoulder, a comforting gesture that, despite its warmth, couldn't completely dispel the haunting thoughts swirling in my mind. I was consumed by a thought about finding a way to save them, to prevent the inevitable tragedy that seemed to be unfolded before my eyes. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on me, and I felt as though I was drowning in a sea of despair.
"Sans, it is not you—" Lucky's voice was filled with urgency, but his words were abruptly cut short as his hand slipped away from my shoulder. The suddenness of his movement startled me, and I turned to look at him, my mind pounding in emotion but now surprising. My gaze then shifted back to Lucky, and what I saw filled me with terror.
"Ah ah aaaah," a chilling sound echoed in my mind, and I was paralyzed with fear. There stood Lucky, the ice blade goes through his chest, his body slowly disintegrating into ash before my very eyes.
"Lucky no no no "
Lucky wasn't able to move or speak as he silently fade away his body turning into dust
The sight was something straight up my fear becoming true and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I turned around to check on the other members of my squad, hoping against hope that they were safe. But my heart sank as I saw two of them also dying , their lifeless forms a stark reminder of the danger we were in. The rest of the squad who was here moments ago no nowhere seen.
Panic began to set in, and I felt my core filling with an immense surge of magic energy. It was as if the very essence of my being was overflowing with extreme intensity, a powerful force that I could barely control. The fear that had gripped me was now fueling this energy, and I knew that I can use this powers but to do what.
I look around trying to find cause of it all but something familiar welcomed me the ice shards
Bam bam
I heard footsteps behind me. When I turned around, it was IT. Its fur was covered in monster dust, and I instantly understood its actions. It had been observing everything, and while I was grieving and making everyone focus on me, it attacked. Very cunning and one of the most intelligent beast.
Without any hesitation or second thoughts, I unleashed all of my magic energy in a powerful and intense burst. This burst was so strong and forceful that it blew away everything that was in its path, leaving nothing standing in its way. However, as expected, it was incredibly fast and managed to dodge just in the nick of time.
The moment I regained my sight on it, I immediately attempted to use my teleportation ability to get closer to it. Unfortunately, my teleportation attempt failed miserably, as I was unable to reach it. Every time I appear beside it was as if it was teleporting as well it disappeared before I can reach him but my fight was far from over as I'm with anger and rage guilt and fear turn into magic energy my attacks become continuous as i use everything I can do.
Ice trees spontaneously burst into fragments whenever I unleash a burst of magic energy, even though it hit nothing. The speed of IT is incredibly fast, almost too quick for me to comprehend or react to in time. Despite this challenge, I refuse to give up. My determination drives me to continue pursuing
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For hours have have chased yet nothing I wasn't even able to land attack at all I have lost count of ice trees I caused to explode if I have to say it was 300
Bril
Thuck
"Another… *gasping*… why… *gasping*… why… *gasping*… can't… I… *gasping*… hit… *gasping*… him… *gasping*… at… *gasping*… one… time?" My skeleton body was riddled with fractures, a testament to the excessive use of magic energy. Despite having an abundance of magic energy at my disposal, my physical form was failing me. I found myself kneeling on the unforgiving snow, staring at IT perched on the branches of an ice tree. It seemed to mock my struggle with a strange amusement, this fuel my anger. But as the relentless assault of fatigue began to take hold, my mind was gradually succumbing to the encroaching darkness. My consciousness was slipping away, threatening to leave me in a state of helpless oblivion.
Oh Archios, I poured my heart and soul into this, setting aside my impulsive emotions to carefully strategize, hoping for a different outcome. But despite all my efforts, despite giving everything I have, it still slips through my fingers, leaving me feeling utterly defeated.
Right now, my mind is a storm of relentless questions, each one echoing with a haunting "why." Why, oh why, did this have to happen? Why couldn't I have stopped myself? My heart aches with the unbearable weight of guilt, knowing that my squad, my friends, could have been saved if only I hadn't acted on impulse. The tears fall uncontrollably as I am consumed by this overwhelming sense of loss and regret. Why, why, why?
Every tear that cascades from my eyes is a frozen shard, a heartbreaking piece of my shattered soul. As they escape, they crystallize in the biting air, morphing into fragile, icy droplets. These frozen tears drop down to snow, leaving behind a shimmering trail of sorrow that mirrors the abyss of my pain. The icy chill of the tears echoes the desolation within my heart, as they harden into tiny, frozen jewels, each one a poignant testament to the storm of emotions I am enduring.
Brrrrrr
As I stand in the bustling streets of Moltier City, a familiar sound reaches my ears, echoing through the air with a sense of déjà vu. It is a sound I have encountered before, one that stirs a mix of familiarity and Intrigued by the memory it evokes, I turn around slightly, my eyes scanning the sky for the source of this auditory reminder.
To my vision, I spot an Astracopter descending gracefully from the heavens. Its sleek design and the hum of its engines are unmistakable, and as it draws nearer, I can make out the intricate details of its construction. The Astracopter's descent is smooth and controlled, a testament to the advanced technology that powers it.
However, my moment of awe is short-lived. As the Astracopter hovers in high sky, a then one monster suddenly leaps from its rear, its massive form silhouetted against the sky. The monster lands with a thunderous impact, the force of its descent so great that it sends me sprawling backwards. The ground trembles beneath me, and I am left momentarily stunned by the sheer power of the monster's arrival.
In the midst of my unexpected tumble through the air, as I was uncontrollably rolled by ground, I was suddenly caught by someone. As I turned my head to see who it was, I immediately recognized the monster. It was the guild manager, a figure I had seen before during a meeting at the headquarters. The memory of that encounter came rushing back to me instantly, before I can do or say anything I lost my consciousness
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I gradually opened my vision and found myself lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile and clinical environment typical of such a place. It was a moment of pure clarity, yet my surroundings were anything but clear. As I attempted to sit up, I struggled with intense blurriness that clouded my vision. The lack of focus was so severe that I couldn't even tell the difference between my own hand and a large stick.
Bum
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed in my ears, but I couldn't comprehend its source. My dizziness was overwhelming, rendering my hearing almost nonexistent. I tried to speak, "who is it"
but my voice sounded foreign and unintelligible to me. Then, I noticed a buzzing sound emanating from my right side. Turning my head, I saw a white figure dressed in clothes that were half black and half white. However, my vision was so impaired that I couldn't clearly see or hear the figure. This experience was the aftermath of overusing magic energy, a concept I wasn't well-versed in. Lucky had explained to me that the higher one's rank, the less severe the aftereffects would be. At rank 5, the aftereffects were almost nonexistent.
(Lucky…I'm sorry)
A wave of overwhelming grief crashed over me, drowning me in a sea of sorrow as my mind dredged up haunting memories and relentless 'what ifs.' I found myself trapped in a desolate isolation, cut off from the world, with only my tormented thoughts for company.
"Sans can you hear me"
Sudden voice pulled me back but it wasn't enough to take my attention
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My memories end there as I frown and close my vision, feeling the wind rush past me due to the fierce battle between four rank 5 beasts.
"Let the past remain in its time, let loss be its own, and let memories dwell in their place. I remain true to my essence, provided I never lose sight of who I am. Allow the past to fade, for this moment is the present, and I seek no retribution."
I find myself genuinely perplexed. It appears that my will is somehow immune to these so-called revenge tactics. It's as if it's been designed this way, or perhaps it simply evokes a memory within me.
In the eternal river of time I'm alone for I'm the first monster to ever walk unholy path. This path is oneself's relentless pursuits, and driven by an unyielding goal. To surrender to the those emotions and desires within is to forsake the essence of my current existence. Whether it is the will of my present self or the will of this body self, the distinction fades into insignificance. The imperative is clear I must ascend to the pinnacle of the third stage of being.
I am acutely aware of my current state. I am a curious blend of contradictions. Sometimes, I find myself weaving tales of falsehoods, while at other times, I embody the wisdom of age or the cunning of a seasoned monster. However, I understand that these diverse aspects of my being will eventually converge into a single, harmonious essence. It is only through this unification that I can truly embody my authentic self. But I am not in that state right now, so I am unstable and inconsistent. But soon, everything will change.
With a sigh, I open my vision and smile as my moment to act has arrived.
I leaped down as I began running towards the battlefield of those four rank 5 beasts. If I had possessed my soul and bone-bending innate trait, I would have reached there much faster. Alternatively, if I had my teleportation ability, I would have been there right now. However, let it be it's solely my fault, and there's no external interference. It's just my price of recklessness.
Soon I have run for half an hour, but the impact of the battle in front of me is slowing me down.
Suddenly, my extra sense detected something aimed directly at me, hurtling through the air at an incredibly high speed. Without a moment's hesitation, I swiftly rolled to my right side, narrowly avoiding the attack. As anticipated, the ice blade pierced the snow where I had just been standing. I turned my gaze towards the source of the attack, and unsurprisingly, it was Imertia Tomura, perched on a branch of the ice tree, observing me intently.
A soft laugh escaped my lips as I momentarily closed my eyes, channeling my magic energy in a deliberate weaving motion. These intricate weaves transformed into river-like shapes, flowing gracefully towards Imertia Tomura. Although it nearly invisible, the Imertia Tomura managed to sense and maneuver around the initial attack. However, another wave struck catch him but it phase through Imertia Tomura, leaving it visibly confused. Then black liquid crush to Imertia Tomura like water
I smiled as the black liquid made contact with Imertia Tomura. Its attention shifted to me, and a river of magic energy came back to me and going around me like floating snake. It was quite ironic that the river technique, originally a fighting method, could also be used for meditation. I had discovered this unique application, and a sense of pride filled my heart. However, I quickly refocused on the battle at hand. It appeared that Imertia Tomura was even more bewildered. The black liquid had hit it like water, causing no lethal harm. It was unsure of how to react or what to think.
I initiated the next phase by releasing 2 meters of my magic energy into the ground along with magic energy is floating on air. The dense soil caused the snow to transform into a bright blue, glowing with enchantment. From this enchanted ground, five magic energy tentacles emerged, almost transparent and moving with fluid control, as they were controlled by Figure. They stretched upwards and outwards, creating a mesmerizing display. Then, the edge of the circle released a 2-meter ring of magic energy into the air, but I refrained from releasing more, as it would prove more troublesome than beneficial.
Next, I retrieved Severiat metal, some of which had been cut off, but I had already utilized it. My gaze remained fixed on Imertia Tomura, who couldn't help but wonder about my actions and the significance of the black liquid. Should it be concerned or not? Hehe, intelligence is indeed a curious thing. On one hand, it is the strongest tool, but on the other, it can be dangerous. At that moment, Imertia Tomura's curiosity and sense of security made me appear non-threatening, piquing its interest in me.
Crunch
I shuttered the Severiat metal on my skeletal hand by clenching my fist. The tentacles caught it and began to absorb it, as the Severiat metal turned into liquid and spread through all five tentacles.
Observing this, Imertia Tomura looked at the liquid on its body, then turned around, attempting to leave. But it was too late. The liquid on its body instantly solidified, making it much harder for Imertia Tomura to move at all, stripping it of its one advantage against me the speed. Without teleportation and bone-bending, I couldn't outpace it, so I had intentionally set the stage where it wouldn't sense any danger. This was my plan all along—to immobilize it until it had no choice but to fight against me.
"Attack!" I mentally commanded, focusing intently on channeling the intricate will of magic. Despite the figure being capable of manipulating the will of magic, he lacked the necessary authority to wield it independently. Consequently, it was imperative for me to grant him the permission to proceed. As I had foreseen, the tentacles surged forward with precision, targeting Imertia Tomura. With remarkable agility, he managed to evade their grasp. However, my tentacles did not mirror his actions. Instead, they swiftly altered their course, propelling themselves upwards with a determined force. In response, Imertia Tomura executed a double-jump, skillfully avoiding the tentacles' path, which inadvertently brought him closer to my position.
"…heh," I chuckle softly, unable to suppress my satisfaction at having managed to slow him down with the use of Severiat metal. Without this intervention, he would likely have outmaneuvered me with his incredible speed. Even if it doesn't completely stop him, I am confident that I can still handle the situation effectively.
As Imertia Tomura approaches, I prepare myself for a counterattack, my stances are prepared and I have seen how it moves so I can surely do this. Just as I'm about to launch my strike, the ground beneath us trembles violently, battle of a rank 5 beasts still going on. The earth shakes with immense force, creating chaos and confusion all around. Seizing this unexpected opportunity, Imertia Tomura swiftly raises her ice blade, poised to deliver a decisive slash. Despite the sudden upheaval and the threat looming over me, I remain calm and composed I didn't feel fear or anything.
I swiftly leaped backward, utilizing the unique capabilities of my rank 3 body, which allowed me to cover a significant distance with a single powerful movement of my leg. As I gained this distance, Imertia Tomura was left with no choice but to descend onto the field of magic energy that I had skillfully conjured.
Moments after Imertia Tomura landed, a vibrant surge of magic energy erupted from the ground beneath him, swiftly ensnaring his leg with a small, sinuous tentacle. The tentacle coiled around his limb with surprising agility, its grip firm and unyielding. "Hehe, sometimes a figure is more useful than annoying," I mused to myself, a sly smile playing on my face. This field was meticulously imbued with my will of magic, a force that was currently under the control of the figure. It might have naively assumed that the field of magic energy would dissipate or something similar, but it had already unwittingly fallen into my meticulously crafted trap.
With a deliberate and calculated motion, I raised my hand, allowing the magic energy to envelop it in a shimmering aura. The energy crackled and pulsed with power, responding to my every thought. I clenched my fist tightly, feeling the surge of energy coursing through my veins. In response to my command, all the large, menacing tentacles began to wrap themselves around Imertia Tomura with incredible force and speed. They constricted around him with relentless precision, squeezing him so tightly that he barely had time to react, his movements restricted and his options dwindling rapidly.
Bruck bruck
I distinctly hear the unsettling sound of Imertia Tomura's bones starting to fracture. Normally, his body possess an immunity to my magic energy, rendering them impervious to its effects. However, they lack resistance to the unique properties of Severiat metal. By skillfully channeling my magic energy through this specialized metal, I gain the ability to bend and manipulate it with precision and control, overcoming the usual protection his body provides.
Boom
I hear a loud noise, something I have encountered before.
I thought for few moments then I remembered this is not just any noise; it is the super attack known as the "Flap of Death Descender Eagle Beast."
This formidable move involves the Death Descender Eagle Beast harnessing its magic energy and immense physical strength to unleash a devastating wind of destruction. The attack is characterized by its wide range, making it nearly impossible to evade. Regardless of the direction it is aimed, it will inevitably reach its target, even if initially directed away. The power of this attack is so immense that it has the capability to obliterate everything in its path.
I released Imertia Tomura from my field of magic energy and then summoned them back. They returned to me with Severiat metal, which moves like liquid towards me.
I used my Severiat metal to create a shield and placed it in front of me. I aimed it at the powerful attack called the Flap of Death Descender Eagle Beast. To protect myself, I designed the Severiat metal with aerodynamic features to lessen the impact of the beast's attacks on my gear, improving my defense and increasing my chances of success.
Brugh
I turned my gaze back to Imertia Tomura, who was standing a few feet away. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he took deep, labored breaths, each one audible in the quiet room. His eyes were fixed intently on me, a mix of fear and confusion flickering across him. Suddenly I noticed a sudden change in his demeanor. His ears twitched slightly, a subtle yet unmistakable sign that he had sensed an impending attack. This realization struck me, confirming that his instincts were sharper than I had anticipated.
Then attack came as I hear countless ice trees exploding
"Here we go," I sighed, then poured every ounce of magic energy into Severiat metal to enhance the shield's durability.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Even behind my shield, I could feel the immense pressure of the attack bearing down on me. As I managed to be pushed back approximately 15 meters, I realized that the force of the assault was relentless. It wasn't long before the attack managed to pierce through my defenses, causing me to groan in pain. My body was riddled with fractures, a testament to the sheer power of a rank 5 attack. I knew that if I still possessed my soul, I might have been able to withstand it better. However, I was determined to reclaim my soul, so I resolved not to make a big reaction to the current situation.
Soon, the attack ended as I dissolved my Severiat metals and with a sigh I looked back, and no surprise, Imertia Tomura was there, bleeding and broken. All the ice trees around us had been wiped away, so there was no place for it to hide. It had only two choices: run or fight.
I made an effort to move towards Imertia Tomura, but as I took a step, I was overwhelmed with intense pain and realized that my leg was broken. The injury was severe, causing me to collapse and struggle with mobility. In a moment of desperation, I decided to heal myself and regain the ability to fight and walk. With trembling hands, I removed the rings I was wearing and replaced them with new ones. I harnessed the magic energy contained within the rings to mend my broken leg. And it wasn't long before I healed and gained the necessary magic energy to fight.
Imertia Tomura stood up with a struggle, and with a swift motion, they conjured an ice blade, its crystalline surface glinting ominously in the light. The air around them seemed to chill, signaling the imminent onset of a fierce battle.
This development brought a smile to my face, as I had been eagerly anticipating the opportunity to engage in combat myself. The thrill of the impending fight filled me with excitement, and I prepared mentally and physically for the clash that was about to unfold.
I drew my sword with a swift, practiced motion, the blade gleaming in the light as it emerged from its sheath. With a deep breath, I focused my mind, channeling magic energy into severiat metal and making it float in the air around me. This created a swirling liquid ball, its surface shimmering with the unique, iridescent hue of severiat metal. The ball hovered protectively around me, pulsating with a faint, rhythmic glow that matched the beat of my movement.
As I made my first move, I started walking toward it, gradually increasing my speed with each deliberate step. My movements became a blur of precision and power as I advanced steadily toward him, my eyes locked onto my target with unwavering determination. The ground seemed to blur beneath my feet as I moved forward.
Imertia Tomura charged towards me with unwavering determination, his eyes locked onto mine, signaling his intent to engage in combat. The atmosphere was thick with tension as we rapidly closed the distance between us, each step bringing us closer to the inevitable clash. In a swift and fluid motion, we brought our blades together, the sharp, resonant sound of metal meeting sharp ice reverberating through the air around us. This initial clash was merely the prelude to the intense battle that followed, as we launched into a relentless flurry of rapid slash attacks. Each strike was more intense and ferocious than the last, testing our skills and endurance to the limit.
Despite the injury Imertia Tomura was carrying, his formidable status as a rank 4 beast granted him a significant advantage in the fight. His speed and strength were far superior to mine, allowing him to maintain the upper hand in the fierce exchange. His movements were swift and precise, making it difficult for me to keep up with his pace.
However, I wasn't caught off guard for long. As I followed my sword with a thrusting attack, Imertia Tomura deftly dodged it by moving sideways with remarkable agility, evading my blade entirely. He then launched a counterattack from an angle that I couldn't parry or block, putting me in a precarious position. Despite the danger, I remained calm and composed.
At that critical moment, Severiat's metal, which was floating around me, came to my aid. It swiftly transformed into a protective shield, interposing itself between us and absorbing the impact of Imertia Tomura's attack. The figure in will of magic controlling the metal was doing an exceptional job, their will and skill evident in the seamless coordination and effectiveness of the shield. Without uttering a single word, they provided the support I needed to continue the fight, allowing me to regroup and strategize my next move.
Then, I pivoted sharply on my heel, executing a powerful kick that sent Imertia Tomura's blade clattering to the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, I launched into a swift and precise swing of my sword, aiming to catch him off guard. However, Imertia Tomura was remarkably agile, and his leaped back so fast and and highs that it soared beyond my reach, leaving me momentarily surprised then soon it fade away instantly. I surged forward with renewed tactic , my swords slicing through the air in a relentless series of strikes to build up momentum. My movements became a blur of motion, a testament to my speed and skill, yet I pressed on without pause.
This relentless motion continued until I finally closed the distance between us and reached Imertia Tomura. With every ounce of stored momentum channeled into my final swing, I aimed to deliver a decisive blow. Yet, Imertia Tomura, the agile and fast beast the deftly leaped back to lower ground, narrowly evading my attack. Despite missing my target, the force of my swing unleashed a powerful gust of wind, creating swirling eddies that swept away all the snow from its path, leaving the ground bare and exposed.
Before I could even formulate a response, whether it was to launch a counterattack or to prepare a defensive stance, Imertia Tomura swiftly seized the opportunity presented to him. Demonstrating extraordinary speed, he charged forward with a singular, focused intent. His target was my ribcage, and he aimed to deliver a powerful strike that would incapacitate me with just one blow. As the impact of his attack seemed almost certain, and the moment of collision loomed, Severiat metal came to my aid at the very last possible moment.
The metal, with its remarkable properties, absorbed the immense force of the attack, deflecting it harmlessly away from my body. This intervention prevented any serious injury that could have been inflicted. Despite this, the sudden deflection caused me to lose my footing, and Imertia Tomura, ever opportunistic, capitalized on my momentary vulnerability. He continued his assault with a series of additional attacks, which were essentially intricate combos designed to overwhelm and incapacitate me. These relentless attacks nearly succeeded in knocking me out. However, unbeknownst to him, I had already devised contingency plans to counter such situations, ensuring that I was not caught completely off guard.
"NOW!" I shouted with urgency, and in that split second, Imertia Tomura launched himself at me but I made a Severiat metal stick to his claw moment it contacted with me which it extended rapidly from his claw to his shoulder, covering the distance in the blink of an eye. Without a moment's hesitation, I swiftly regained my balance and delivered a powerful kick to Imertia Tomura's face, immediately following it with another kick to ensure he was off balance. I then swung my sword with the intention of slashing across his body. However, as I was in mid-motion, I quickly assessed the situation and decided to change my attack to a thrust.
With precision and agility, I redirected my movement seamlessly, thrusting the sword forward without losing any of my momentum. Despite my well-executed maneuver, Imertia Tomura, demonstrating his exceptional skill, managed to dodge the thrust at the last moment. It was clear to me, as it had been many times before, that both of us were indeed masters of dodging, each move calculated and executed with expert precision.
We both created distance between us by swiftly leaping backward, our eyes locking onto each other with a mix of anticipation and caution. In a deliberate and calculated move, I let my sword fall to the ground with a metallic clang, signaling my decision to rely on my accumulated magic energy instead. This energy had reached a threshold that allowed me to harness the offensive Severiat technique.
With a focused and determined expression, I began to control my breathing. I exhaled rapidly, directing each breath into two distinct paths, creating a sense of dual force. Simultaneously, I inhaled deeply, channeling the air into three separate directions, filling myself in nature energy. This intricate breathing pattern was essential to preparing myself for the execution of the Severiat technique.
Bam
I surged past rank 3 speed, reaching the formidable rank 4 speed, a level that Imertia Tomura found impossible to react to in time. My fists moved with increasing velocity, each strike more rapid than the last, creating a blur of motion that overwhelmed his senses. The barrage included not only punches but also a series of knees and kicks, all executed with the precise flick of my wrist, each movement calculated for maximum impact. I skillfully manipulated Severiat metal, transforming it into a slashing weapon that cut into Imertia Tomura with precision, akin to slashes from a finely honed blade. Although the cuts were not deep, they began to accumulate, each one adding to the series of injuries before he could mount any effective defense.
With relentless momentum, I charged at him at full speed, delivering a powerful shoulder tackle, my shoulder encased in Severiat metal, which added an extra layer of force and protection. The impact was significant, knocking him off balance and leaving him momentarily stunned. Before he could stabilize himself, I launched two additional blows with my fists, also covered in Severiat metal, each generating a shockwave upon impact that reverberated through his body, further disorienting him. To conclude the assault, I delivered a forceful kick to his chest, using the Severiat metal to function as a spear-like hammer, further incapacitating him and leaving him vulnerable. The combination of speed, precision, and the enhanced power of the Severiat metal ensured that Imertia Tomura was left unable to defend himself effectively, culminating in a decisive and overwhelming victory.
The core of my technique, a dance of might,
To win the battles, to shield from the fight.
To guard and to hold, to keep the ground,
In this art of defense, my strength is found.
Now Imertia Tomura you will die
Bluh
Imertia Tomura, blood so white,
Lies unable to rise, a pitiful sight.
A beast before me, I feel the pain,
Yet I can't let you go, not in vain.
Not for the threat you pose to me,
But for the gain, the destiny.
Your nest, a tool to rise above,
Yet sorrow fills my heart with love.
I'm sorry, truly, for what I must do,
To end your life, though it pains me too.
I transform several pieces of metal into sword-like shapes and bring them close to its neck, ready to sever its head with a single, deep slash.
This time, I was the only one left standing, breathing heavily after the intense battle. The situation with Imertia Tomura's severed head was surprisingly more favorable than I had initially expected. The assistance from those rank 5 beasts proved invaluable, far beyond what they could have imagined. The flap death descender eagle beast, in particular, played a crucial role by inflicting immense physical damage on me, which ultimately led to it losing its primary strength of rank 4.
This significant reduction in its power was the key factor that allowed me to fight on an equal footing. With meticulous planning and strategic execution, I managed to inflict additional damage over time, gradually weakening the beast until I emerged victorious. Although it might seem straightforward in hindsight, every moment of exchanging blows was fraught with danger. A single mistake could have resulted in my demise.
I look back at frost zone and Imertia Tomura and rank 5 beasts I can't help but remember few words
"In a realm governed by the relentless law of the strong consuming the weak, the dichotomy of right and wrong dissolves into the stark reality of victor and vanquished, life and death. This stark contrast reveals the inherent cruelty of existence, prompting us to question the very essence of justice. What is this justice that we speak of, if it merely echoes the triumph of might over vulnerability? "
With such a thought in mind, I turned my attention to Imertia Tomura, a creature whose body I had recently acquired. As I began my journey towards Imertia Tomura's nest, I felt a sense of purpose and determination. This journey was not just a physical one but also a mental exploration, as I possessed an extraordinary ability that set me apart. This ability was an extra sense, a rare and powerful gift that allowed me to forcefully delve into the mind of another being. With the time and experience I had gained, I had honed this skill to a point where I could access and interpret the memories of others. As I navigated through the terrain, I immersed myself in Imertia Tomura's memories, piecing together its past experiences and knowledge. These memories guided me, providing insights and directions that were crucial for reaching the nest. Each memory was like a puzzle piece, fitting together to reveal the path I needed to follow. With this newfound understanding, I continued my journey, confident in the direction and purpose that Imertia Tomura's memories had bestowed upon me.
And it wasn't long before I find nest of Imertia Tomura it wasn't different from other nest so I walked to deep part and I find what I was looking for