Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 475: The Shards

Clyde pulled out the obsidian disc again, keeping low beneath the ridge of broken stone.

He channeled his magic into it once more and the runes flared then lines of violet and red. The translucent map hovered above it, but this time, the focus shifted.

The display zoomed into the center of the crater basin.

A new image appeared. Now it showing the Myrraline Shards.

They looked like a cluster of jagged crystals, fused together into a flower-like structure. Each of thr shard was long and narrow, colored in deep red with streaks of glowing yellow and faint pulses of black flickering inside like veins.

The formation floated just above the violet core of the basin, suspended mid-air in a web of thin magical filaments. It turned around slowly, almost imperceptibly.

Clyde’s eyes narrowed as he studied its shape and glow. "I think that’s it."

He nodded to himself, then dismissed the map and slipped the disc back into his Inventory.

The time for stealth was over. He took a deep breath and let go.

A surge of energy crackled around him, and then the power of the Ancient One came to him.

Black mist exploded from beneath his feet, curling upward like claws of smoke. It clung to his coat, his skin, and his sword.

Lightning surged out from within the mist, not just blue but laced with streaks of shadow-black, forming a corona of writhing energy around him.

His eyes flashed with glowing blue black.

And then he start to go down.

BOOM!!!

Clyde shot forward and crashing down into the center of the basin with terrifying force.

The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the crystalline terrain and a web of lightning exploded outward immediately from him in all directions.

He heard the vreatures screamed.

The glass-flesh wolves howled, trying to scatternbut it was too late.

ZAAARKK!!!

Blue-black lightning tore across the basin, arcing from one beast to the next. It vaporized limbs, shattered skulls, and melted corrupted sinew.

One wolf-like creature leapt at Clyde mid-chargenbut he turned and sliced it in half with a single upward swing of his lightning-wreathed Elderglass sword.

Before the corpse even hit the ground, he was already gone.

With a flash he appeared in mid-air, above a group of floating jellyfish-like creatures. They pulsed and flared sensing him then launching tendrils of lightning toward him.

Clyde spun through them, his body twisting in the air as he unleashed a spiraling wave of lightning from his sword.

The entire swarm was caught in it. Their translucent bodies shattered in bursts of black mist and sparks.

Then came the tall ones. The hunched figures dragging chains of bone and crystal. They raised their arms and summon jagged spears of corrupted magic and hurling them at him in volleys.

Clyde landed on one of the floating stone rings, deflecting a barrage of shards with his sword.

Then he move his hand and the mist around him erupted outward, forming spears of solid shadow and lightning that rained down upon them like a dark tempest.

Several of the porcelain-masked giants fell, their heads crushed or impaled by Clyde’s attack.

But more of them came crawling from crevices, rising from pits, and slithering down from walls of crystal.

Clyde’s boots slid across the cracked terrain as he turned and smashed his fist into the ground, lightning pouring from the impact point in a dome of energy. The force lifted enemies off their feet and threw them across the basin.

He moved like a storm. A blur of dark lightning slashing and vanishing, then reappearing again and obliterating them.

For every creature that attack him, Clyde cointer them back harder and faster until the basin floor was littered with twitching corpses, glowing blood, and shattered crystal bone.

The black mist around him slowly coiled tighter, seething and rumbling like a beast.

He stood in the middle of the battlefield with lightning crackling at his fingertips. His breathing was slow and steady.

All around him, the monsters were either dead or trying to crawl away.

He gave them no quarter.

He raised his sword once more and began walking toward the violet core where the Myrraline Shards located.

The Myrraline Shards hovered just above it. Twisting slowly in the air, suspended in a lattice of glowing threads.

Up close, they looked even stranger.

The shards were alive in some way. Their surfaces shimmered and the glowing veins inside them pulsed. The moment Clyde reached out, the threads of magic webbing around them flared with warning.

He gripped one of the larger shards.

The air around him vibrated sharply and the shard jerked back, resisting his touch.

The filaments snapped taut and lashed out, cutting across his coat like blades of glass.

Clyde stumbled back a step, blinking.

"Tch. So you’re also got a will of your own," he muttered.

He moved again, this time with more force. He raised his sword and brought it down in a precise strike that he aimed to sever the magical threads.

CRACK!!

The shard shrieked in a high-pitched, inaudible pulse. A shockwave burst from the crystal, throwing Clyde backward and skidding across the fractured ground.

He landed on one knee, gritting his teeth.

He stood up slowly, lightning crackling around his shoulders.

"Alright then," he growled, "you wanna do it the hard way?"

Clyde raised both hands and tap power from the Ancient One’s mark. The black mist around him thickened into an armor of writhing shadow, and lightning coiled up his arms and sword.

He leapt forward again, this time carving through the floating threads with a sweeping arc.

ZAAARRK!!!

They shattered under the blow. Sparks and fragments of magic bursting outward in a cascade.

The Shards quivered violently as if in pain. Clyde gritted his teeth, grabbed the largest one again with both hands, and pulled.

It resisted. His boots dug into the crystal-cracked ground.

The shard fought him, its energy pushing back in waves but Clyde pushed harder.

And then with a final surge of force and magic, he wrenched it free.

The moment the crystal left the web, the core beneath him dimmed slightly. The shard in his grip pulsed erratically, but it no longer fought back.

Clyde exhaled and looked at the jagged red-and-yellow object in his hands.

"...You’re going in the Inventory."

He flicked his fingers and stored the shard with a flash of light.

Then, he looked back at the floating formation where more Myrraline Shards hovered above the core.

He didn’t hesitate.

Clyde leapt again—this time moving from ring to ring, severing the remaining threads and claiming more shards for himself. Each one fought back, but less violently than the first, and with each success, he grew faster and more efficient.

After the third shard, he finally stopped and stood upon one of the hovering stones, the mist settling slightly around him.

"That should be enough," he said, though his tone carried a hint of satisfaction lke a thief who had stolen more than what he came for.

But deep beneath the basin, something stirred.

Something felt the shards being taken and the ancient power that had touched this place.

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