Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins-Chapter 92: The Sovereign’s Purge

The armored boar, a living battering ram of iron and fury, lowered its head, its massive, gore-stained tusks aimed for Layla’s heart. The ground trembled as it charged, a relentless, unstoppable force of nature. But this was a force that had been tamed, twisted, and aimed with a cold, calculating intelligence that was utterly alien to the wild, chaotic nature of magical beasts.

The air crackled with a desperate, frantic energy as we all moved at once, our own exhaustion forgotten in the face of our commander’s imminent demise. Eren, his face a mask of grim determination, threw himself at the boar’s flank, his holy sword a brilliant, searing light in the dim, oppressive gloom of the forest. But the beast, with a speed that belied its massive size, simply twisted, its iron-like hide deflecting his attack with a shower of sparks. It then swung its massive head, a brutal, powerful movement that sent Eren flying through the air, his body crashing into a nearby tree with a sickening crunch.

Aurelia, her own face pale with a mixture of fear and a dawning, horrified understanding, unleashed a powerful, wide-arc lightning spell, a brilliant, crackling wave of energy that slammed into the pack of spectral panthers that were harrying our rear. But the beasts, their movements a blur of impossible speed, simply dodged, their forms weaving through the bolts of lightning as if they were nothing more than a gentle summer rain.

Liora, her own arm hanging at an unnatural angle, tried to erect a defensive shield of pure, holy light around Layla. But the boar, its eyes glowing with a malevolent, intelligent light, simply charged, its massive, iron-like tusks shattering her shield and sending her stumbling backward, her own arm hanging at an unnatural angle.

We were losing. Badly. Our magic, our skills, our years of relentless training—it was all for naught against these strange, controlled beasts. We were on the verge of defeat, our own bodies a canvas of fresh, bleeding wounds, our mana reserves dwindling to a pathetic, useless dregs.

And then, a new sound, a deep, guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, echoed from the depths of the forest. The A-rank beasts, the boar and the panthers, immediately froze, their attacks ceasing for a moment as they turned their heads toward the sound, a strange, almost reverent stillness settling over them.

A new figure emerged from the trees, its movements slow, deliberate, a predator that knew it had no equal. It was a Chimera, a monstrous, twisted fusion of three different beasts. It had the body of a massive, black-furred lion, the wings of a dragon, and a long, serpentine tail that ended in the venomous, fanged head of a viper. But it was the heads that were the most terrifying. Three of them, each a perfect, nightmarish specimen of its kind. The head of a lion, its mane a tangled, matted mess, its eyes glowing with a cold, intelligent light. The head of a goat, its horns long and sharp as daggers, its eyes a swirling vortex of pure, unadulterated madness. And the head of a dragon, its scales the color of polished obsidian, its eyes two molten pools of liquid fire.

And on its body, the same glowing, runic marks that adorned the other beasts, but these were more complex, more intricate, their light a deeper, more malevolent crimson. This was not an A-rank beast. This was something far, far worse.

[System Alert: S-Rank Corrupted Beast Detected - Three-Headed Chimera]

[New Quest Generated: The Sovereign’s Test]

▸ Objective: Slay the S-Rank Corrupted Chimera.

▸ Reward: [Phoenix Soul Synchronization] increased by 20%

[Shadow Authority] upgraded to Master-Class

▸ Failure: Permanent death.

The Chimera let out another roar, a sound that was a symphony of three different voices—the deep, guttural roar of a lion, the high, bleating shriek of a goat, and the sharp, piercing cry of a dragon. And as it did, the A-rank beasts, the boar and the panthers, moved as one, their earlier, chaotic attacks replaced by a new, terrifyingly coordinated strategy.

The boar became a living wall, its massive body a shield that protected the more agile panthers. And the panthers, their movements a blur of black fur and red eyes, began to circle us, their attacks a series of quick, harassing strikes designed to wear us down, to break our formation.

"Hold the line!" Layla shouted, her own voice a sharp, commanding presence in the chaos. "Focus your fire on the panthers! We need to thin their numbers!"

But it was a futile effort. The Chimera, its three heads moving independently, was a force of nature. The dragon head unleashed a torrent of black, corrosive fire, a wave of pure, unadulterated annihilation that forced us to scatter. The goat head let out a high, piercing shriek, a sonic blast that shattered our eardrums and sent a wave of disorienting, mind-numbing pain through our systems. And the lion head... the lion head just watched, its eyes cold, intelligent, analytical, as it directed the movements of its lesser brethren.

Nyx and Cecilia, their earlier animosity forgotten in the face of this new, overwhelming threat, moved as one. A swirling vortex of ice and shadow, a beautiful, deadly thing, shot toward the Chimera. But the beast simply opened its dragon mouth and breathed, a torrent of black fire that met their attack head-on, the two opposing forces annihilating each other in a brilliant, blinding flash of light.

Liora and Aurelia, their own faces pale with a mixture of fear and a dawning, horrified understanding, unleashed a combined attack of their own, a brilliant, searing beam of holy light and crackling lightning. But the Chimera simply raised a draconic wing, its obsidian scales deflecting their attack with an almost casual ease.

We were utterly, completely outmatched.

And then, the Chimera moved. It was a blur of motion, a storm of tooth, claw, and venom. It went for Cecilia, its movements a silent, deadly dance. She raised a wall of thick, jagged ice, a desperate, last-ditch attempt to shield herself. But the Chimera’s lion head simply roared, a concussive blast of pure, raw power that shattered her defense into a million pieces.

The serpentine tail, its fanged head a blur of motion, struck.

But I was already there.

I had used Echo Step, a desperate, high-cost teleportation that tore through my already depleted mana reserves, and appeared in front of her, my own shadow blade a desperate, last-ditch shield. The viper’s fangs, long and sharp as daggers, sank deep into my shoulder, a searing, white-hot pain that stole the breath from my lungs. The venom, a potent, corrosive thing, began to burn through my veins, my own vision blurring into a painful, watery mess.

But I had saved her.

The Chimera, its victory all but assured, seemed to pause, its three heads turning to look at me, a flicker of something that might have been surprise in its cold, intelligent eyes.

And in that single, precious moment of hesitation, we rallied.

Layla, her face a mask of grim, determined fury, charged, her twin blades a blur of motion. Eren, his own body a canvas of fresh, bleeding wounds, was right behind her, his holy sword a brilliant, searing light. And Liora and Aurelia, their own mana reserves running on empty, unleashed a final, desperate barrage of light and lightning.

But it was a futile, desperate gesture. The Chimera, its brief moment of surprise over, simply roared, a sound of pure, unadulterated fury, and unleashed a wave of black, corrosive fire that sent us all flying.

I landed hard, my body a symphony of pain, the world dissolving into a swirl of color and light. And as my vision faded to black, the last thing I saw was the Chimera, its three heads raised in a triumphant, terrible roar, its victory absolute.