Alpha Instinct-Chapter 83: "A Pact Forged in Fire"

Without another word, Evelyn vanished into the warrior’s shadow, reappearing in the shadow of an approaching Diabolus Impetus.

She sliced off one of its wings with a sickening crunch, sending a geyser of black ichor spraying across the ground. Without giving it a moment, she impaled it sideways with her dagger, the blade ripping through muscle and bone.

The imp let out a bloodcurdling shriek, a sound of pure, animalistic agony, as its fiery eyes, now reflecting the crimson spray of its own blood, slowly dimmed, extinguished by the encroaching darkness of death.

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"Raviel, right?" said Leonard, approaching the Shield Breaker. "Please, taunt them all again." The request, though polite, held a playful and challenging tone.

"The one and only!" replied Raviel, trusting in Leonard’s abilities. "You got it!" He then shouted, "War Shield!" and slammed his shield down with all his might, drawing the attention of the remaining Diabolus Impetus once more. Like a furious swarm, they advanced towards him.

As the imps were about to tear Raviel apart, his heart pounded, a chill ran down his spine, and his hands began to sweat cold. "I’m going to die..." he thought, terrified.

But then, he saw it. A scene that would be forever etched in his memory.

Leonard, already enveloped in his electric battle aura, like a walking storm, leaped over the Diabolus Impetus that were closing in on Raviel.

He executed his butterfly twist, spinning in the air as his swords, illuminated by electricity and the reflection of the sun, slashed the imps with whips of energy. The crackling of the whips, lethal and precise, was so intense that even Raviel cowered, frightened, behind his shield.

Pieces of Diabolus Impetus flew through the air, as if a giant blender had shredded their lives. Even for monsters accustomed to violence, the scene was one of complete carnage.

Leonard’s spin gradually slowed until he touched the ground with a smooth roll. He stopped, panting, but with a satisfied smile on his face. "YES! I knew I had discovered something new against George!" he thought, exultant. Leonard then mentally christened the new ability: "Electric B-Twist."

A deep, almost sacred silence prevailed on the battlefield, contrasting with the recently performed carnage.

The two-axe warrior, who was already near Silverin, nudged her shoulder. "You don’t need to pray anymore. They’ve already finished them all off."

Silverin, still absorbed in her prayers, took a moment to understand. She nodded slowly and looked around.

Indeed, all the Diabolus Impetus had fallen. Near Raviel, in particular, the bodies were grotesquely dismembered or exploded, a nauseating sight. Enjoy more content from novelbuddy

"By the Gods… What happened, Ragnar?" Silverin asked, alarmed, her voice strained.

Ragnar, the warrior, shrugged. "Maybe a miracle? We thought today we were going to ascend, and it seems like it wasn’t our day."

The crossbowman, also nearby, collapsed to the ground, relieved, letting out a long, heavy sigh. "I’m tired of this Equalizer life."

"You’re not here because you chose to be, but because you need to be, Xavier," Silverin replied, with a tone of firmness but also compassion.

Xavier averted his gaze, a forced smile on his lips. He couldn’t refute Silverin’s words.

Slowly, everyone—Leonard’s group, Silverin’s group, and Kaleb, who had finally arrived—gathered in the center of the clearing.

The silence was now broken only by the sound of the wind and the distant explosions of the volcanoes.

"Oh, you guys are so predictable," Kaleb said, with an exaggerated yawn, feigning disinterest.

Silverin, ignoring Kaleb, took the initiative. "I am a Light Orator. My name is Silverin. This is my group; we came on a mission from the Church. We need to collect Ursulus fangs."

Pointing to each one, she introduced her team: "This is Xavier, a Crossbowman, silver rank. This is Raviel, a Shield Breaker, gold rank. And this is Ragnar, Dual-Axe Warrior, gold rank. Thank you for helping us."

Mikaela then stepped forward. "No need for formalities, Silverin," she said, and, surprising everyone, hugged Silverin, who was visibly awkward in Mikaela’s arms.

Evelyn, following Silverin’s example, introduced Leonard’s team. "That blue-eyed one is Leonard, Blade Dancer rank..." A brief, almost imperceptible pause. "...Silver." Everyone looked at each other, noticing the hesitation. Evelyn continued, "The lazy Mage over there is Kaleb, second circle magic, and gold rank." My name is Evelyn, Shadow Rogue, gold rank. Mikaela is ’famous’; she needs no introduction."

Mikaela raised an eyebrow, looking at Evelyn. "’Famous’?"

Silverin chuckled softly. "Everyone knows the Saint of Light."

Evelyn continued, ignoring the exchange. "The reason I’m also introducing the team is so we can work together. What do you think? We need to find an Ursulus... but an Ursulus Rex."

Xavier choked on his own air, coughing violently. "Cough Cough An Ursulus Rex??"

Raviel then commented, with a tone of disbelief and concern, "You guys certainly know what that is, right? You’re not thinking of suicide, are you?"

Mikaela replied firmly, "We do. And we’re prepared. We’ll give it our best."

Kaleb, with his usual sarcasm, added, "Put ’I tried to warn them’ on my epitaph, please."

Leonard, feeling the weight of exhaustion after the intense expenditure of energy, suggested, "How about we camp together tonight and set off in the morning? More people, more safety, and we can rotate watch shifts better."

Silverin agreed, but with visible hesitation. "You’re partially right." She sighed. "But we’re in the wilderness. A large group attracts the Extermination Instinct of the Leirions."

"It won’t be a problem," Leonard replied confidently. "We won’t be staying put for long. It’ll just be one night, and then we’ll set off together."

Still skeptical, Xavier intervened. "We can even walk together, but don’t count on me to fight the Ursulus Rex."

Leonard, without hesitation, replied, "I’m not counting on anyone, not even my own group. I’ll defeat it alone."

A long silence fell over the group, heavy and incredulous. The silence was broken by a burst of laughter from the Neumonds of Silverin’s group—all except Silverin herself, who was observing Leonard with a concerned expression.

Mikaela, visibly irritated by the lack of respect, raised her voice, with authority: "STOP!" A dramatic pause. "You are being rude and disrespectful. You should feel honored to witness such a feat. After all..."

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Mikaela knelt before Leonard. Evelyn, after a brief moment of hesitation, did the same. Kaleb, sighing resignedly, but understanding the gravity of the moment, also knelt.

"...this is the Walker of the Pentagram..." said Mikaela, her voice filled with respect and reverence.

Silverin’s group, who had been laughing before, now looked at each other, expressions of pure astonishment and disbelief stamped on their faces.