Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 516: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (31)
With Jesua's speed and Cyrus's strength, Sylus knew they had the means to trap these creatures. The Heralds thrived on unpredictability, but if they could limit their escape routes, if they could push them into a corner, they could break their phasing abilities. The Heralds depended on their flickering form, but if they were unable to phase out and continuously faced sustained pressure, they could be defeated.
Sylus didn't hesitate. He moved again, launching another barrage of ice shards at a second Herald, this one attempting to blink out of existence. Sylus was already creating a wind vortex, using it to funnel the creature toward the trap they were setting. The Herald didn't stand a chance as Jesua's radiant sword came crashing down, cleaving through its flickering body, while Cyrus's trident lightning surged through the water, paralyzing the Herald and rendering it vulnerable.
Each movement, each strike, was a testament to their combined strength and determination. They had grown stronger as a team, their movements synchronized, their skills complementing one another perfectly.
The Heralds may have been terrifying, but together, the trio was unstoppable. The battle was far from over—but with every strike, they were one step closer to winning.
Jesua's mind was a whirlwind of focus as she faced down the Void-Touched Titans—monstrous creatures whose presence made the water around them seem to twist and shudder. Their massive, rock-armored bodies seemed impervious to all but the most precise of strikes, and their corrupted, dark-infused magic twisted their movements, making them unpredictable and terrifying. Despite their size, the Titans were quick to adapt, their craggy limbs moving with an almost unnatural speed.
One of the Titans roared, the sound like the grinding of boulders, and swung its colossal stone fist in a wide arc. The blow sent a shockwave through the water, ripping apart the ocean floor as the fist crashed down with crushing force. Jesua's heart raced, but her instincts were already in motion. Her legs coiled, and with a powerful push, she rolled backward, her body spinning in the water, narrowly avoiding the fist as it shattered the sand below. The force of the impact sent a wave of debris surging around her, momentarily clouding the area.
She wasn't waiting for the Titan to recover. Using the debris as cover, she shot forward, jetting through the water with all the power of her enhanced legs propelling her like a blur. Her blade gleamed with radiant energy as she closed the gap, her eyes locked on the Titan's flank. She struck with the precision of a master, her sword slicing through the armor like a lightning bolt, leaving a trail of glowing light in its wake.
The Titan roared in fury, its voice deep and guttural, shaking the water around them. Jesua didn't hesitate for a second—her foot slammed into the ocean floor, and she pushed off in a burst of speed, already moving toward her next strike. But the Titan wasn't done.
The creature's regeneration was instantaneous, and within moments, the wound she had inflicted was already healing over, the dark energy swirling over the scarred surface. Jesua cursed under her breath. She couldn't afford to keep attacking the same way—its size and resilience were too much for her to overcome in a direct confrontation.
Jesua needed a different approach, and that's when the pieces fell into place. She slipped beneath the Titan's legs, darting low, her body a fluid serpent of movement. She could feel the water around her pushing back, resisting her every inch, but her strength and agility were unparalleled. With her blinding speed, she sliced through the Titan's soft underbelly, her radiant blade leaving a streak of light in the otherwise murky water. But again, the creature's thick hide started to heal, and Jesua knew she couldn't keep relying on these direct strikes.
A moment of clarity struck—Jesua knew that the key to defeating this behemoth was mobility, exploiting the cracks in its form. The Titan's massive weight would make it slow to react, but that was an advantage Jesua had been waiting to exploit. She needed to keep it on its toes, make it overextend, and then attack when it couldn't recover. ƒrēenovelkiss.com
She pushed herself to a deeper position, allowing the Titan to tower over her, its bulk casting a shadow across the battlefield. From this low vantage point, Jesua could see the slight imperfections in its stone armor. These were areas where the magical energy was flickering, where the regenerative power was more vulnerable. She could strike here—deep beneath its stone hide, at the very heart of its corrupted essence.
Jesua breathed deeply, calculating her next strike. Her next move had to be precise. She wasn't just going for the kill anymore—she was going for the vital point.
The Titan shifted its weight, attempting to stomp down on her with one massive foot. But Jesua was already in motion. In one fluid motion, she rocketed upward, her body twisting with fluid grace, and drove her radiant blade up through the Titan's spine, using the momentum of her rise to pierce the creature's core.
The Titan staggered backward, its massive limbs buckling under the force of the strike, but Jesua was not finished. The moment the blade cut into its spine, a wave of radiant energy surged through its body, lighting up the dark currents around them. The creature's body quivered as it tried to heal, but Jesua didn't let up. With a brutal second strike, she sliced diagonally across the Titan's back, sending another pulse of radiant magic through the wound.
The Titan shrieked in agony, its voice echoing like a crashing boulder against a mountain. But Jesua was already moving again. She knew the creature's regeneration wasn't instantaneous—it had its limits. The more damage she dealt, the harder it would be for the Titan to heal itself. She would push it to its breaking point.
Jesua dropped low again, slicing through the soft spots along the Titan's legs with swift, angled strikes, all while staying out of its reach. The Titan tried to counter with another earth-shattering swing of its arm, but Jesua was already behind it, her blade flashing as she cut through the stone-like armor.
Sweat dripped from her brow, but she wasn't done yet. She had a plan—she would use the Titan's own momentum against it. It was slow, heavy, and clumsy, and Jesua would wear it down. She quickly analyzed its movements and saw the momentary hesitation after each attack, a brief pause when its energy was spent. She timed her next moves with surgical precision, darting in to strike at its vulnerable joints, and then backing off before it could retaliate.
At the moment when the Titan was most exposed, Jesua gripped her blade with both hands and leaped high into the air, her legs propelling her off a rock and into an aerial strike. The sword plunged deep into the Titan's skull, sending a blinding burst of light through its corrupted body. For a brief moment, the creature hung suspended in the water, as if stunned, and Jesua knew she had pierced its core.
The Titan roared once more, but its body began to flicker, its movements slowing as its dark energy began to fade, unable to sustain the damage. Jesua's final blow had found its mark, and with one more surge of radiant power, she cut through the heart of the creature, sending a shockwave through the battlefield as it collapsed.
But Jesua didn't celebrate yet. She knew there were more enemies waiting, and that the fight wasn't over. The battlefield was still alive with monsters, and the cosmic eye in the sky was still summoning horrors from beyond.
For now, though, Jesua took a moment—just a moment—to breathe, to reassess, and to prepare for the next wave. The fight was far from over, and she was ready to continue the struggle, relentless as ever.
Cyrus was locked in a deadly ballet with the Abyssal Warfiends, their tridents crackling with dark energy, their shadowy bodies flickering in and out of existence like specters trying to tear the very fabric of reality. The sea around them swirled with violent currents as if the water itself recognized the unnatural presence of these fiends. Every move was a delicate balance between lightning-fast reflexes, precise strikes, and an innate understanding of his enemies' pattern.
Three Warfiends circled him, and each time one vanished into the water, Cyrus's eyes darted to where the creature's energy left a faint ripple, just a momentary trace. His heart raced, but his mind was calm, focused. His trident, the weapon of his choice, was now alive with crackling crimson lightning, its point glowing like a beacon in the depths of the ocean. He gripped it tightly, the weapon familiar and comforting in his hands, its power humming with a rhythm that matched his pulse.
One of the Warfiends lunged, its trident aimed straight for his chest. But Cyrus had already read its movement. He dropped low, allowing the trident to pass harmlessly above him, the weapon's jagged point only inches from his heart. In that same fluid motion, his trident shot forward, thrusting with unmatched precision as his body twisted in a seamless counterattack. The trident pierced the Warfiend's side just as it reappeared from its phased state, sending a surge of crimson lightning crackling through its form. The creature spasmed, its flickering body momentarily disrupted by the electric shock, and it was thrown off balance.
