The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 121: Ice Wyvern (2)

The beam of frozen light surged toward her—sharp, merciless.

Selene’s instincts took over.

"Frost Wall!"

A thick wall of ice erupted in front of her, shimmering with layers of mana-forged frost. The beam struck a heartbeat later—an impact like a hammer of pure cold.

Cracks raced across the ice, splinters of frozen light scattering into the air, but the wall held.

Barely.

Selene gritted her teeth. ’That was close.’

But the danger wasn’t over.

Through the fractures in the wall, she saw the wyvern shifting—massive wings unfurling, claws digging into the stone as it prepared to take off.

’It’s trying to fly.’

If it got airborne, they were finished.

No time to think.

"Gravition Hold!"

Her mana flared outward—dense, unseen. A crushing force slammed down on the wyvern’s body, anchoring it to the ground. The creature let out a guttural screech, wings straining, muscles bulging against the invisible weight.

Selene’s arms trembled slightly under the strain of the spell. Sweat beaded at her brow despite the cold.

’Stay down. Just stay down a little longer.’

Meanwhile—

Noel grunted, fingers locking tighter around the rock. One last glance at the spinning pouch clutched in his arm—then he hooked it firmly to his belt, securing it tight.

’Not losing this again.’

Without hesitation, he began to climb.

Mana surged through his limbs—strengthening fingers, bracing legs. He moved fast, hauling himself upward, each motion precise and fueled by sheer will.

Above, the wyvern’s roar echoed once more, wings still fighting against the gravity spell.

Noel’s eyes narrowed.

’Just hold on, Selene. I’m coming.’

Noel’s fingers caught the edge of the cliff. He hauled himself over with a final pull—boots scraping against the ice-slick stone.

A sharp breath—then his eyes swept the battlefield.

Selene stood ahead, arms extended, her expression locked in concentration. The wyvern thrashed wildly against the crushing force of her spell.

"Gravition Hold!" Selene called out again, voice tight with effort.

The air shimmered with mana—gravity pinning the wyvern’s massive frame to the ground. Its wings fought to lift, claws raking stone, but the invisible weight held it down.

Noel’s gaze sharpened.

’If that thing takes off, we’re done.’

Without hesitation, he pushed forward—mana surging through his limbs.

His left arm flared cold. "Frost Shield!"

A thick layer of translucent ice locked over his forearm.

In his right hand, flames coiled. "Fireball!"

A swirling orb of condensed fire burst to life. Noel hurled it with a sharp motion—arc flashing through the air toward the wyvern’s head.

The beast jerked back as the Fireball exploded against its snout in a burst of heat and light.

Selene seized the opening instantly.

"Ice Projectiles!"

Shards of jagged ice launched from her outstretched hands—slicing through the air in a high-pitched chorus.

The wyvern’s wings took the full brunt of it—pierced through again and again. Holes tore open across the pale membranes—edges rimmed with frost and blood. A screech ripped from its throat, wings faltering mid-beat.

’Good. It can’t fly now.’

But the creature wasn’t beaten.

With a violent twist, it reared—dark, thick scales gleaming like obsidian. Noel’s eyes locked on them.

He advanced fast—heat sparking along his blade.

"Fire Arc!"

A sharp wave of flame slashed out in front of him—forcing the wyvern’s claw to recoil just as it struck toward him.

Selene shifted her stance, breath sharp.

"Crushing Grasp!"

Her voice rang clear. The air warped—mana compressing violently downward on the wyvern’s torso. The beast convulsed with a guttural roar, muscles bulging against the crushing force.

’Perfect timing.’

Noel sprinted wide—circling toward its exposed flank.

Flames spiraled up his blade. "Ignition Surge!"

Revenant Fang gleamed red-hot in his grip.

He dashed in low, narrowly slipping past a snapping jaw, boots sliding across ice with a burst of mana.

One clean strike. That’s all he needed.

He surged upward—blade poised to slip between those layered scales.

’One good hit.’

Noel’s boots struck the stone with force as he surged in.

The wyvern twisted—body straining against Selene’s gravity magic, claws tearing long gouges through the ice. Its eyes burned with a savage light.

But Noel was already moving.

"Ice Slide!" he called, voice sharp.

Mana surged beneath his feet—forming a slick path of hardened ice. He slid low, gaining speed as the wyvern’s claw swept past him—missing by inches.

’Keep moving. Don’t stop.’

As he neared the beast’s left side, flames flickered once more in his hand.

"Burst of Flames!"

A concentrated blast of fire struck the base of the wyvern’s left wing—forcing the creature to jerk its torso to shield the vulnerable joint.

Selene didn’t waste the opening.

"Ice Projectiles!"

Another barrage of jagged shards flew—slamming into the already-torn wings with brutal precision. More holes ripped open, blood spraying against the snow.

The wyvern screeched in fury, thrashing harder.

But Noel was already climbing.

With a burst of mana in his legs, he leapt—boot catching against the wyvern’s foreleg. He propelled himself upward, hands finding grip between ridged scales.

Up the leg. Then the shoulder.

The beast twisted violently beneath him, wings flaring, but the gravity spell still slowed its movements.

’Now.’

Noel raised Revenant Fang high—blade gleaming red with Ignition Surge still active.

He swung.

Clang!

The blade struck deep—but not enough. A thick ridge of enchanted scale caught the edge, turning aside most of the force.

Noel gritted his teeth.

’Come on! Between the scales!’

He shifted his grip, angling the blade tighter. With a sharp pull of mana, he thrust again—driving Revenant Fang toward a narrow seam along the wyvern’s neck.

This time, the steel bit deeper—flesh giving way with a wet hiss.

The wyvern convulsed—its roar shaking the entire summit.

Below, Selene pressed harder.

"Crushing Grasp!"

Mana flared bright—another crushing wave forcing the wyvern’s torso lower.

But even so, the beast fought.

Its body heaved. With a violent twist, it flung its shoulder sideways—throwing Noel from his perch.

He barely caught a ridge of scale with one hand, hanging for an instant.

’Shit. It’s stronger than I thought.’

Below, Selene’s ice glinted sharp across the broken ground.

Noel dropped to the ground, landing hard beside the wyvern’s left foreleg. His breath came short—ragged, sharp. He pushed himself up quickly, blade still in hand.

But his limbs were heavier now.

Each movement pulled more effort than the last.

A faint pulse of dizziness flashed behind his eyes.

’Shit my mana reserves are low.’

He clenched his jaw and steadied his stance. Across the field, Selene was still holding Crushing Grasp in place—arms trembling, mana flickering visibly around her like fractured light.

She was pale.

Sweat clung to her brow despite the frigid wind.

Noel turned his attention back to the wyvern—its chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven gasps. Frost spilled from its jaws in bursts, no longer steady. Veins of blue light pulsed weakly beneath its scales.

Even the creature was starting to break under the pressure.

But that made it no less dangerous.

Noel forced himself forward.

"Ice Spike!" he shouted, slamming a hand to the ground.

A narrow spike of solid ice burst upward beneath the wyvern’s hind leg—cutting deep into flesh.

The wyvern roared in fury—then whipped its tail.

Too fast.

Noel saw the movement coming, but his legs were half a second too slow.

The tail slammed into him like a battering ram.

"—!"

His body flew sideways—crashing against a jagged outcrop of stone with a sickening thud.

Revenant Fang clattered against the ground.

Noel lay there for a heartbeat—gasping, stars flaring across his vision.

Selene’s heart seized.

"Noel!"

She released her spell instantly.

"Gravition Hold!"

The mana faltered—flickering out with a dull ripple. Her legs buckled slightly as the strain caught up with her, but she forced herself upright.

Across the clearing, the wyvern’s head turned.

It saw her.

’No. No no no—’

Its throat began to glow again—pale blue light gathering fast.

The wyvern used Frost Beam again.

Selene’s eyes widened.

She dove to the side—just in time.

The blast of frozen energy scorched past her, exploding against the stone behind where she’d stood. Shards of ice erupted outward—razor-sharp and burning cold.

Selene hit the ground hard, tumbling across the snow.

When she stopped, she was sprawled on her side, gasping, eyes wide.

Her mana was almost gone.

She could barely move.

Across the field, Noel wasn’t rising.

The wyvern let out a guttural hiss—wounded, slow, but still standing.

And Selene was wide open.

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