Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 513: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (29)

Every time a Warfiend lunged at him, Cyrus stepped to the side, drawing them into his traps. With the next swing, he would use the enemy's own aggression to redirect their attacks, exposing weak points in their defenses. He would often use his lightning pulses to briefly disrupt their phasing ability, forcing them into the physical realm, leaving them vulnerable for just a moment. Those precious seconds were enough for him to launch his own counterattack, delivering powerful strikes that shattered their shadowy forms.

As the trio continued to fight, they realized that each of their roles was critical to the survival of the group. Sylus's control of the space around them kept the Void Maw Horrors from overwhelming them. Jesua's precision and speed allowed her to cut through enemy defenses, always staying one step ahead. Cyrus's resilience and brute force absorbed the hardest blows and punished the Warfiends for their aggression. Their teamwork was impeccable—each move was timed to perfection, and when one of them needed help, the others were there.

But the pressure never stopped. The cosmic eye above them continued to conjure more horrors, the darkness encroaching on them from every direction. Despite the constant tide of enemies, the trio's coordination kept them from being overwhelmed. They adapted to the flow of battle with each passing moment, anticipating the next move, the next wave, and the next attack.

Exhaustion was beginning to set in, but their resolve was unbreakable. With each fallen monster, more took its place, but the trio held firm. They were survivors, bound by an unspoken promise: to fight until their last breath, until the very end. And with each swing of their weapons, each blast of magic, and each act of coordination, they carved out their place in the battle, determined not to falter, not to surrender.

As the cosmic eye above pulsed, its energy seemed to tear the very fabric of space apart. From the dark rift, the Shattered Heralds of Nightmares emerged—each one more monstrous than the last. These were not simply physical creatures; they were abominations borne from twisted nightmares, their forms fragmented and disjointed as if reality itself struggled to maintain their existence.

Their bodies were a grotesque collage of shattered bone, twisted sinew, and broken glass, constantly flickering in and out of phase. These shards of their form emitted a haunting, scraping sound as they moved, creating an oppressive, unnerving atmosphere. Their wings, made of cracked, dark glass, fluttered like a cursed remnant of forgotten skies. They moved in the water with unnatural speed, leaving jagged trails of distortion wherever they went.

Their faces were the most unsettling part—wide, cavernous mouths stretched too far across their distorted features, rows of razor-sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. Their eyes, far too large for their faces, glowed with an unsettling, sickly hue. They were not simply creatures of flesh and bone, but manifestations of fear, despair, and the unfathomable void.

With clawed hands crackling with dark energy, the Heralds seemed to writhe in their very existence, their bodies contorting unnaturally as they phased in and out of the water. The way they blinked in and out of sight, like phantoms caught between worlds, made them impossible to track, and the sheer intensity of their presence seemed to sap the will of anyone who dared approach. Each flicker, each disjointed movement, distorted reality itself, creating a feeling of vertigo and dread.

But the Heralds were not only dangerous for their appearance—their powers were as chaotic as their form. Their claws crackled with dark energy, capable of tearing through flesh and armor with ease. The energy they emitted was not simply destructive—it was corruptive, capable of distorting the mind, causing hallucinations and warping the perception of anyone who looked too long into their unblinking gaze.

Each Herald was a creature of mind-shattering power, an embodiment of fear made flesh, meant to break the resolve of their opponents.

Sylus, Jesua, and Cyrus, their bodies pushed to the brink of exhaustion, knew they couldn't falter now. The battle had become something far greater than them—it was a test of will, and they would not yield.

The flickering, chaotic movements of the Shattered Heralds were disorienting, and Sylus quickly realized that he couldn't simply rely on his usual acrobatic tactics. He had to stay unpredictable, avoid being locked into their gaze or fall victim to their mind-warping presence.

As one of the Heralds lunged toward him, claws crackling with dark energy, Sylus dropped into a roll, narrowly dodging the lethal strike. Water surged around him, creating an almost whirlpool-like effect from his motion, but the Herald wasn't done yet. With a screech, it flitted to the side, blinking out of reality and reappearing behind him in an instant. Sylus's instincts kicked in, and he created a blast of compressed air behind him, forcing the Herald to stagger backward.

He needed more. Sylus formed a barrier of ice in front of him, just as another Herald lunged forward. The Herald's claws scraped across the ice, leaving cracks but failing to penetrate. Sylus didn't waste the opportunity; he summoned a blizzard of ice shards from his surroundings, launching them in quick succession at the Herald's wings. The shards struck, freezing the glass-like wings in place and grounding the creature temporarily. Sylus leaped into the air, slamming an ice spike into the Herald's chest, the cold energy radiating out and freezing it from the inside.

But as the creature flickered out of existence and reappeared behind him, Sylus quickly realized that he could not fight these creatures alone—he needed his allies. He called out, his voice cutting through the chaos:

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"Cyrus! Jesua! I need a distraction!"

The Heralds were elusive, but Jesua had spent her entire life facing overwhelming odds. The creatures were terrifying, but their form was flawed. Their movements were unpredictable, yes, but there was a rhythm to their flickering—if she could anticipate it, she could strike.

As one of the Heralds darted at her with a dark claw extended, Jesua dodged to the left, narrowly missing the strike. She twisted midair, aiming for the creature's torso with a rapid series of cuts from her blade. Her strikes landed, but they didn't penetrate deep enough, and the Herald flickered out before she could press the attack. Jesua landed lightly on the ocean floor and immediately spun around, sensing the Herald's return.

It reappeared directly above her, its claws raised, ready to tear her apart. Jesua rolled to the side, feeling the brush of the claws as they sliced through the water, but she was already moving. With a burst of speed, she charged at the Herald, striking with a focused, radiant slash, cutting deep into the creature's side. The creature shrieked in pain, but it quickly phased out again.

Jesua knew she had to finish this before the creature could regenerate. As the Herald reappeared in front of her, she moved with finesse, hitting at its joints and vulnerable points with quick, calculated strikes. The water around her swirled as her sword met its flesh, but Jesua's focus never wavered. The Herald flickered again, but this time, Jesua was ready—she surged forward, anticipating its next move and delivering a decisive blow that sent the creature spiraling back, its body falling apart into nothingness.

But even as she struck down one Herald, the others continued to pour through the rift. Jesua wasn't finished. Her movements were a blur, shifting from one Herald to the next, always anticipating the creature's next move, exploiting their inherent instability.

The dark energy emanating from the Heralds tried to overwhelm him, but Cyrus was steadfast. His resolve was unshaken, even as the creatures flickered and distorted in front of him. He gripped his trident tightly, and as the first Herald phased in front of him, he thrust it forward, catching the creature by surprise. The trident pierced the Herald's body, and electricity surged through it, causing it to flicker wildly, its body twitching as it spasmed.

But the Herald simply phased out, vanishing into the water, and reappeared behind him. A claw raked across his shoulder, but Cyrus grunted, using the force of the strike to spin, and with a powerful sweep of his trident, he knocked the Herald back.

Cyrus called to his allies, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We need to corner them! They can't phase if we force them to fight back!"

Working in unison, Cyrus began pushing the Heralds into a corner of the battlefield, his trident strikes precise, disrupting their phases and leaving them open to Sylus's air blasts and Jesua's swift strikes. No Herald could phase if they were locked into the narrow space.

As the Heralds flickered once more, Cyrus gave a battle cry, disrupting their dark energy with a crackling pulse of lightning that jumped from his trident, sweeping across the battlefield, and electrifying the Heralds before they could fully phase out. The Heralds howled in agony as they were immobilized for precious moments, and in that time, the trio pressed the attack, bringing their combined might to bear on the nightmarish creatures.