Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 489: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (10)
Another wraith retaliated by unleashing a pulse of energy that sent Jesua tumbling backward. She caught herself mid-roll, kicking off the ground to regain her stance. "These things are slippery," she muttered, her eyes scanning for the next threat. Spotting a fishman charging her, she sidestepped at the last moment, slashing both its legs and leaving it flailing on the ground.
The crab men, though fewer in number, fought with relentless ferocity. One charged at Sylus, its remaining claw glowing with water magic as it prepared a crushing blow. Sylus planted his staff into the seabed and conjured a thick wall of ice, but the crab man shattered through it with brute force. Before it could reach him, Cyrus intercepted with a diving strike, his trident piercing through the creature's carapace. "Watch your six, Sylus!" he growled.
The Abyssal Wraiths began to adapt, their movements growing faster and more erratic. They emitted waves of disorienting light that refracted through the water, making it difficult to distinguish real threats from illusions. Jesua closed her eyes momentarily, relying on instinct as she slashed through the light, her blades meeting resistance as she struck one of the wraiths. It let out a high-pitched shriek before dissolving into motes of light.
Sylus took a deep breath, his hands glowing as he prepared a larger spell. "Cover me!" he shouted. Cyrus and Jesua moved in tandem, their strikes coordinated to keep the remaining enemies at bay. Sylus unleashed a massive wave of freezing energy that surged outward, coating the battlefield in frost. The crab men and fishmen slowed, their movements sluggish, while the wraiths flickered and dimmed under the assault.
The trio regrouped, their breathing heavy but their resolve unshaken. The battlefield was far from cleared, but they held their ground, their coordination and quick thinking keeping them alive against overwhelming odds. The fight raged on, the enemies adapting and retaliating with every passing moment.
The entrance of the Angler Reavers sent an unsettling wave of tension rippling through the battlefield. These monstrous, bioluminescent creatures, their bodies hunched and their glowing lures swaying hypnotically, emerged from the shadows. Their jagged teeth gleamed like broken glass, and the light from their lures created an eerie dance of illumination in the water. Armed with serrated claws and jagged coral weapons, they moved with a predatory grace, circling the trio like sharks scenting blood.
Cyrus immediately felt the shift in the water currents as the Reavers approached. Their movements disrupted the flow around him, sending subtle vibrations through his leviathan blood. "Angler Reavers—stay out of their light!" he barked, slamming his trident into the sand to create a shockwave that scattered a group of crab men and fishmen. One of the Reavers darted toward him, its luminous lure flashing erratically to disorient. Cyrus closed his eyes, relying on his other senses. He swung his trident upward in a wide arc, catching the creature mid-lunge and sending it spiraling back with a gurgling screech.
Jesua found herself flanked by two Reavers, their glowing lures weaving a mesmerizing pattern in the dim water. She gritted her teeth and averted her gaze, focusing instead on the faint distortions in the water that marked their movements. As one lunged, she pivoted sharply, her blade flashing in a tight crescent to sever the creature's arm. The second Reaver seized the opportunity to swipe at her exposed back, but Jesua rolled forward, her momentum carrying her under its swing. Springing up, she drove both blades into its torso, twisting them before kicking the creature off her weapons.
To her right, Sylus was fending off a mix of Abyssal Wraiths and fishmen. A wraith lashed out with its tendrils, aiming to entangle him, but Sylus conjured a barrier of ice spikes around himself. The tendrils struck the ice, shattering parts of it but failing to reach him. He countered with a blast of freezing energy, crystallizing one of the wraiths mid-attack. As a fishman lunged with a coral spear, Sylus sidestepped and slammed his staff into the ground, sending a ripple of ice that froze the creature's legs. He followed up with a swing of his staff, shattering its weapon and sending it sprawling.
The trio instinctively fell into a rhythm, their movements synchronized despite the chaos.
Cyrus and Jesua worked together to push back a cluster of Reavers. Cyrus thrust his trident into the sand, creating a swirling vortex that pulled the creatures toward him. Jesua darted into the fray, her blades flashing as she targeted joints and weak points. A Reaver lashed out with its claws, but she ducked low, sliding under its attack and slicing its legs out from under it. Cyrus finished it off with a decisive downward strike, his trident piercing its glowing core.
Sylus provided support from a distance, his spells carefully timed to control the battlefield. Noticing Jesua struggling against two fishmen and a crab man, he conjured a stream of freezing water that encased one of the fishmen's weapons in ice, rendering it useless. The crab man turned its attention to Sylus, charging with its massive claw raised. Sylus planted his staff and summoned a wall of jagged ice spikes, forcing the creature to halt. "Jesua, now!" he shouted. She didn't hesitate, leaping over the wall and driving her blades into the crab man's carapace.
The Reavers began to change tactics, their glowing lures dimming to near invisibility as they darted in and out of the shadows. One of them targeted Sylus, its claws striking with blinding speed. He raised a barrier of ice, but the Reaver shattered it with a powerful swipe, its claws scraping against his armored robes. Before it could follow up, Cyrus intervened, slamming his trident into its side and pinning it to the sand. "Keep your guard up, Sylus!" he growled, yanking his weapon free as the creature writhed and dissolved into the water.
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Another Reaver lunged at Jesua, its teeth snapping dangerously close to her neck. She twisted her body mid-dodge, using the momentum to drive her elbow into its jaw. The creature reeled back, and she seized the opening to drive one blade through its chest and the other through its throat. Blood clouded the water as she wrenched her weapons free.
The trio found themselves surrounded, their enemies closing in from all sides. Sylus took a deep breath and slammed his staff into the ground, unleashing a wave of icy magic that created a temporary safe zone around them. "We need to thin them out!" he shouted, sweat beading on his brow despite the cool water.
Cyrus nodded and channeled his energy into his trident, creating a massive whirlpool that sucked in several fishmen and crab men. Jesua used the opportunity to dart through the chaos, her blades a blur as she dispatched weakened foes. Her strikes were precise and lethal, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next.
The Abyssal Wraiths attempted to press their advantage, their tendrils darting through the chaos to target the trio. Sylus focused his magic on creating barriers and freezing the water around them, limiting their mobility. Cyrus and Jesua coordinated their attacks, one distracting while the other struck, gradually wearing the wraiths down.
The fight raged on, the trio's teamwork and adaptability keeping them alive against the relentless onslaught of enemies. The battlefield was a chaotic swirl of magic, steel, and monstrous fury, but the trio stood firm, determined to emerge victorious.
The battlefield shifted as the Angler Reavers underwent a grotesque transformation, their lures extinguishing before reigniting in a brilliant, blinding glow. Their forms became bulkier, with fins sharp as blades and claws that crackled with an aura of disruptive energy. Their movements became faster, more fluid, and coordinated, their strikes infused with a primal ferocity. Meanwhile, the Crab Men and fishmen surged forward with renewed aggression, and the Abyssal Wraiths circled ominously, their tendrils weaving through the water like serpents.
The trio braced themselves, the weight of their opponents' evolving threat pressing heavily around them.
A newly transformed Angler Reaver lunged at Cyrus, its claws crackling with energy that distorted the water around it. Cyrus spun his trident in a defensive arc, deflecting the claws with a metallic clang before thrusting the weapon forward in a rippling strike. The Reaver dodged with unnerving agility, countering with a spinning slash from its tail. Anticipating the move, Cyrus tilted his body sideways and slammed the butt of his trident into the tail mid-spin, disrupting its momentum and driving the creature back.
On his left, Jesua was locked in a furious melee with a Crab Man wielding dual scimitars. The creature unleashed a relentless flurry of slashes, the blades cutting through the water with lethal precision. Jesua ducked and weaved, her dual swords clashing with its weapons in bursts of sparks. She stepped into its guard, twisting her body to evade a downward slash, and drove her knee into its abdomen. The creature staggered, and Jesua followed up with a cross-slash that left glowing trails in its carapace. Before she could land a killing blow, another Crab Man attacked from her blind spot, forcing her to dive into a roll.
