Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins-Chapter 93: The Chimera

Pain was a symphony, and my body was its unwilling instrument. The Chimera’s venom burned through my veins like liquid fire, a corrosive poison that fought against my mana, my very life force. I lay in a heap against the shattered remains of a petrified tree, my vision a swimming, nauseating blur. Across the ravaged clearing, the rest of my team was in a similar state of disarray, their bodies battered, their spirits on the verge of breaking.

The S-Rank Chimera stood at the center of the chaos, a triumphant, terrible monarch surveying its dominion. Its three heads moved independently, a grotesque trinity of death. The dragon head let out a lazy plume of black, acrid smoke, its molten-gold eyes glowing with a cold, reptilian intelligence. The goat head bleated, a sound that was a discordant, maddening shriek that seemed to tear at the edges of our sanity. And the lion head... the lion head just watched, its gaze sweeping over us with a chilling, analytical precision.

It was the lion head that was in control.

The A-rank beasts, the Ironhide Boar and the five remaining Spectral Panthers, had reformed their ranks, their movements a testament to the unseen hand that guided them. They were no longer wild, chaotic beasts. They were soldiers, a disciplined, deadly unit moving with a single, unified purpose.

We were utterly, completely outmatched. Brute force was a losing game.

[System: Host’s vitality is critically low. The venom is beginning to overwhelm your natural resistance. Countermeasures are required.]

No shit, I thought, my mind a frantic whirlwind of desperate, last-ditch calculations. We couldn’t win a head-on fight. But maybe... maybe we didn’t have to.

"Layla!" I roared, my voice a raw, ragged thing. "The boar! It’s their shield! We need to break it!"

It was a gamble, a desperate shot in the dark. But I knew, with a certainty that was born from a hundred different battles, that Layla would understand.

She did. Her violet eyes, sharp and intelligent, met mine across the clearing, and in them, I saw a flicker of understanding. "Eren! Nyx! On me!" she commanded, her own voice ringing with a renewed, unwavering authority. "We’re cracking the shell!"

The three of them moved as one, a blur of motion that was a testament to their own prodigious talents. They ignored the harassing, hit-and-run attacks of the panthers and focused their entire might on the Ironhide Boar.

The Chimera’s lion head let out a low, warning growl, a sound of displeased authority. It took a step forward, its intention clear. It was moving to protect its shield.

"Not so fast," I whispered, a wild, desperate grin spreading across my face. I forced myself to my feet, my body screaming in protest, and called upon a power I could barely control.

"Phoenix!"

A torrent of crimson and gold flame, a raw, untamed piece of the primordial being that now resided in my soul, erupted from my body. It was not the massive, world-burning entity from the Student Council War. It was a smaller, more spectral form, a ghost of its former glory. Its flames were a brilliant, searing light in the dim, oppressive gloom of the forest, but I could feel my own mana, my very life force, draining away at an alarming rate. I couldn’t maintain this form for long.

But I didn’t need to.

The Phoenix let out a cry, a sound that was a mixture of pure, untamed rage and a deep, ancient sorrow, and shot toward the Chimera, a comet of shadow and flame.

The Chimera, its attention now fully on this new, unexpected threat, roared in challenge, its three heads a symphony of fury. It met the Phoenix head-on, a clash of primordial powers that shook the very foundations of the earth.

And in that single, precious moment of distraction, I gave my own orders.

"Liora! Aurelia! The panthers! Draw them away!" I shouted, my voice a ragged, breathless thing. "Cecilia! We need a wall! Separate the battlefield!"

They moved without hesitation. Liora and Aurelia, their own faces pale with a mixture of fear and a dawning, unwilling hope, unleashed a combined barrage of light and lightning, a brilliant, searing display that drew the attention of the Spectral Panthers. The beasts, their predatory instincts overriding the commands of their unseen master, turned and gave chase, their forms a blur of black fur and red eyes as they followed the two girls into the dense, twisting woods.

Cecilia, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps, slammed her hands on the ground. "Glacial Wall!" she cried, her voice ringing with a desperate, unyielding power. A massive, translucent wall of thick, jagged ice erupted from the earth, a shimmering, frozen barrier that separated the Chimera from its last remaining A-rank beast.

The board was set. The pieces were in motion.

Layla, Eren, and Nyx descended on the now-isolated Ironhide Boar like a pack of wolves. Layla’s twin blades were a blur of motion, her attacks a series of quick, precise strikes aimed at the small, unprotected gaps in the beast’s iron-like hide. Eren, his holy sword a brilliant, searing light, moved to its flank, his own attacks a relentless, brutal barrage designed to draw its attention, to keep it off balance. And Nyx... Nyx was a whirlwind of dark, corrosive magic, her void tendrils lashing out, not at the boar itself, but at the glowing, runic marks on its body, her attacks designed to disrupt the magical control that held it in thrall.

The boar roared in frustration, its massive body a whirlwind of fury. It charged, it stomped, it swung its massive, gore-stained tusks in a desperate, chaotic frenzy. But it was no use. Separated from its pack, isolated from its commander, it was just a beast, powerful but predictable.

And then, with a final, coordinated strike, it was over. Layla’s blades found their mark, sinking deep into the beast’s neck. Eren’s sword, glowing with a brilliant, holy light, pierced its heart. And Nyx’s final, devastating void spell shattered the runic mark on its forehead, the source of its unnatural control.

The Ironhide Boar, the seemingly unstoppable shield of the Chimera’s army, fell with a ground-shaking thud, its massive body dissolving into particles of light.

But our victory was short-lived.

In the distance, I could hear the sounds of Liora and Aurelia’s desperate, running battle with the Spectral Panthers. And in the sky above, the Phoenix, its spectral form flickering and unstable, was beginning to lose ground against the overwhelming power of the Chimera.

And then, I saw it.

One of the panthers, its eyes glowing with a cunning, malevolent light, had broken off from the main pack. It was circling back, its movements a silent, deadly dance as it stalked its new prey.

Cecilia.

She was still on her knees, her body trembling with the strain of maintaining the massive Glacial Wall, her own mana reserves almost completely depleted. She was vulnerable. And the panther knew it.

It moved, a blur of black fur and red eyes, its claws extended, its fangs bared.

"Cecilia, look out!" I screamed, my own voice a raw, desperate thing.

But it was too late. She was too slow, too tired.

And then, I moved.

I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. I just acted.

I poured the last, desperate dregs of my own mana, my very life force, into the Phoenix. It let out a final, triumphant cry, a sound that was a mixture of pure, untamed power and a deep, ancient sorrow, and then it exploded, a brilliant, searing nova of shadow and flame that sent the Chimera reeling, its three heads roaring in a mixture of pain and surprise.

And in that single, precious moment of distraction, I used Echo Step, a desperate, high-cost teleportation that tore through my already depleted mana reserves, and appeared in front of Cecilia, my own shadow blade a desperate, last-ditch shield.

The panther’s claws, sharp as razors, raked across my back, tearing through my clothes, my skin, my very flesh. A searing, white-hot pain, a symphony of agony, exploded through my body. But I held my ground.

I had saved her. Again.

The panther, its own attack thwarted, recoiled, its red eyes wide with a surprised, almost comical disbelief. And in that moment, Cecilia, her own eyes blazing with a fierce, protective light, acted. She raised a trembling hand, a single, perfect, and deadly icicle forming in the air before her. With a final, desperate cry, she launched it forward.

It struck the panther squarely in the chest, its icy tip piercing the beast’s heart. The panther let out a single, surprised yelp before its own body dissolved into a shower of dissipating light.

I collapsed to my knees, my own body a canvas of fresh, bleeding wounds, the world dissolving into a swirl of color and light.

But the battle was not yet over.

The Chimera, its brief moment of surprise over, let out a roar of pure, unadulterated fury. It turned its gaze on us, its three heads a trinity of death and destruction. And as it did, the last of the Spectral Panthers, their own hunt abandoned, began to emerge from the trees, their red eyes glowing with a hungry, malevolent light.

We had won a small victory. But the war... the war was far from over.