Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 514: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (30)

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.

But the Heralds were not alone. The cosmic eye was still open, and the monsters kept coming.

The battle was far from over.

The battle with the Shattered Heralds of Nightmares was not a battle of brute strength, but one of precision and quick thinking. Sylus had always been the most agile of the trio, and now, facing these flickering monstrosities, he understood that speed and evasion were the only things keeping him alive. Every sudden movement of the Heralds made them nearly impossible to track—one moment they were in front of him, the next, they were vanishing, only to reappear elsewhere.

As the first Herald lunged at him, its claws crackling with dark energy, Sylus saw the danger in its unpredictable motion. The claws blurred in the water, moving so quickly that to a lesser combatant, it might have been impossible to avoid. But Sylus wasn't just any combatant. In that split second, he pivoted, dropping low into a fluid roll, his body twisting in the water like a dolphin evading a predator's snap.

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The claws whiffed past him, the very air around them crackling with a dark resonance that sent a chill down Sylus's spine. He could feel the pressure of the Herald's movement, the very distortion in the space around him, as it tried to reposition for a second strike. But Sylus was already moving.

Without wasting a beat, Sylus summoned his air magic, manipulating the water around him into a sudden burst of pressure. He created an air bubble that encased the Herald's raised arm, locking it in place. The Herald hissed, struggling against the confines of the bubble, its dark energy crackling.

"Gotcha!" Sylus muttered, eyes narrowing.

He whipped his hand forward, his fingers snapping a command. The air bubble exploded with devastating force, a sharp shockwave of compressed air that struck the Herald directly in its chest. The creature was sent skidding backward, the force of the blast momentarily halting its chaotic momentum.

But Sylus knew this wasn't enough to finish the creature off. Heralds weren't bound by ordinary physics, and the same force that had knocked it back allowed it to phase out of the water, only to reappear an instant later, its body flickering into focus.

The Herald's clawed arm swung again, more violently this time. Sylus was already moving, his feet kicking up clouds of water as he darted sideways, barely avoiding the strike. His movements were an intricate dance, quick yet controlled, fluid yet deliberate. The water bent to his will, guiding him through a series of acrobatic rolls and flips as he repositioned himself in the blink of an eye.

Sylus saw it—a momentary crack in the Herald's form. It was not fully intact; its body shimmered, parts of it phasing out of existence. The dark energy that held it together flickered and distorted, revealing gaps in its otherwise perfect form.

This was his chance.

With his heart racing, Sylus launched a series of ice shards from his hands, each one sharp and precisely aimed at the creature's weak spots. The sharp ice tore into the Herald's wings, the cold energy slowing it down and disrupting the flow of its phasing ability. The creature let out a screech of pain as shards of ice embedded into its wings, freezing the delicate, glass-like structure. Sylus didn't stop. He continued to throw more ice projectiles, the crackling cold breaking through the cracks in its body, each one piercing its form, only to have the creature regenerate moments later.

Sylus paused, realizing that sheer damage wasn't enough. He had to disrupt the Herald's regenerative abilities, just as he had done with its wings. Sylus began to move with even more fluidity, his movements becoming a whirlwind of precise strikes and evasive maneuvers. He darted around the creature with such speed that it couldn't keep up. Every time the Herald phased out, he anticipated where it would reappear, cutting off its escape routes with air blasts and ice barriers.

The Herald was growing slower. The ice had done its job. Its movements were more sluggish now, its regeneration stuttering as Sylus focused on the joints of its wings and claws. With each successive attack, he froze more of its body, chaining the creature's movements, making it harder for it to phase or dodge.

The Herald's body flickered again, and Sylus moved in for the kill. He bounded forward, flipping off a nearby rock for leverage, and with the speed of a panther, plunged an ice spike deep into the creature's chest, right where the dark energy was the weakest.

The Herald shrieked and jerked violently, but Sylus was not done. He summoned a swirling vortex of air and ice, the forces combining into a powerful cyclone that surrounded the Herald, freezing it in place and crushing its form under the weight of the compressed atmosphere.

For a moment, the Herald hung suspended, suspended in the eye of the storm, before it exploded into shards of shattered bone and ice, its body disintegrating under the force.

But Sylus knew this was just one down, and the others were still coming.

Sylus, though a master of evasion, knew he could not keep this pace for long. The Heralds' relentless nature would eventually take its toll on him. He needed a plan. He glanced over to Cyrus and Jesua, who were engaged in their own battles, but Sylus quickly realized that this was no longer a solo endeavor.

"Jesua! Cyrus! Focus on their movements! I've found the weak points, we need to corner them!" Sylus shouted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of battle.

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.