Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 517: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (32)

But Jesua didn't celebrate yet. She knew there were more enemies waiting, and that the fight wasn't over. The battlefield was still alive with monsters, and the cosmic eye in the sky was still summoning horrors from beyond.

For now, though, Jesua took a moment—just a moment—to breathe, to reassess, and to prepare for the next wave. The fight was far from over, and she was ready to continue the struggle, relentless as ever.

Cyrus was locked in a deadly ballet with the Abyssal Warfiends, their tridents crackling with dark energy, their shadowy bodies flickering in and out of existence like specters trying to tear the very fabric of reality. The sea around them swirled with violent currents as if the water itself recognized the unnatural presence of these fiends. Every move was a delicate balance between lightning-fast reflexes, precise strikes, and an innate understanding of his enemies' pattern.

Three Warfiends circled him, and each time one vanished into the water, Cyrus's eyes darted to where the creature's energy left a faint ripple, just a momentary trace. His heart raced, but his mind was calm, focused. His trident, the weapon of his choice, was now alive with crackling crimson lightning, its point glowing like a beacon in the depths of the ocean. He gripped it tightly, the weapon familiar and comforting in his hands, its power humming with a rhythm that matched his pulse.

One of the Warfiends lunged, its trident aimed straight for his chest. But Cyrus had already read its movement. He dropped low, allowing the trident to pass harmlessly above him, the weapon's jagged point only inches from his heart. In that same fluid motion, his trident shot forward, thrusting with unmatched precision as his body twisted in a seamless counterattack. The trident pierced the Warfiend's side just as it reappeared from its phased state, sending a surge of crimson lightning crackling through its form. The creature spasmed, its flickering body momentarily disrupted by the electric shock, and it was thrown off balance.

Before Cyrus could fully capitalize on the moment, the Warfiend vanished again, retreating into the dark water. He did not falter. His eyes remained trained on the shadows, waiting for the next flicker, the next sign of movement. Then, another Warfiend phased into existence directly behind him, its trident poised to strike. But Cyrus had already predicted its move. frёewebηovel.cѳm

With the precision of a predator, Cyrus spun, his trident's shaft slicing through the water, deflecting the incoming attack with the force of a master swordsman blocking a blow. The impact reverberated through the weapon, but Cyrus didn't give the Warfiend a chance to recover. He slammed the butt end of his trident into the fiend's chest, driving it back with an explosive force. The creature was sent spiraling, crashing into the ocean floor with a deafening thud. The shockwave from the strike sent ripples through the water, destabilizing the other two Warfiends.

The warfiend closest to Cyrus tried to regain its footing, but the disruption was enough to throw it off balance for a split second. Cyrus lunged forward with lightning speed, the tip of his trident striking precisely at the creature's weak point. The Warfiend phased in an attempt to escape, but Cyrus was faster. His trident shot out like a spear of lightning, pinning the creature to the ocean floor as an explosive surge of electrical energy coursed through its body, frying the fiend from the inside out. The Warfiend convulsed violently before collapsing, its body shuddering and flickering before it dissolved into nothingness.

With one down, two remained. The remaining Warfiends seemed to move in tandem, calculating, planning their next moves. They phased in and out, appearing and disappearing in rapid succession, as if trying to overwhelm Cyrus with sheer numbers. But Cyrus was prepared.

As one of them phased into position beside him, Cyrus sidestepped, the Warfiend's trident missing by mere inches as it struck at the empty water. His own trident slammed into the creature's side with a force that sent it spiraling backward, the shockwave propelling it through the water like a missile. The Warfiend's body was hurled, and it crashed against the rocky seabed with a sickening thud, its weapon slipping from its grasp as it sank into the abyss.

The final Warfiend, now furious, lunged at Cyrus in a series of rapid, unpredictable strikes. Its trident arced like lightning, striking in a flurry of movement, but Cyrus's focus was sharp. He slipped and dodged, his body moving fluidly as he evaded each strike. The Warfiend pressed forward, but Cyrus had already read the pattern. As the Warfiend lunged for another strike, Cyrus used the momentum of his dodge to twist his trident's shaft and slam it into the Warfiend's trident, knocking the weapon off-course. The creature, left exposed, struggled to regain its stance, but Cyrus didn't wait—he was already there.

With a swift motion, Cyrus thrust his trident forward, its point piercing the Warfiend's abdomen, and with a mighty crack of lightning, the creature's body locked up in spasms. The electrical surge caused it to flicker erratically, its body distorting and writhing in pain before it finally collapsed into the water, its form dissolving into the abyss, leaving only a faint echo of its dark energy.

Breathing heavily, Cyrus's heart still raced. He felt the weight of the battle pulling at him, but he refused to slow. Adrenaline surged through his veins, and his resolve was unshaken. The Abyssal Warfiends may have been formidable, but they were not invincible, and he had proven it.

With the Warfiends vanquished, the battlefield fell into an eerie quiet, but the cosmic eye in the sky still loomed overhead, an ominous reminder that the battle was far from over. The trio had held their ground for now, but more horrors would come, and Cyrus was ready.

He wiped the saltwater from his brow and glanced toward his companions—Sylus and Jesua were already preparing for the next wave. And Cyrus, standing tall amidst the wreckage of the battlefield, could feel the tension in the air. This was just the beginning.

In the heart of the battlefield, where every breath was a battle for survival, the trio moved as one—united by purpose, their individual skills weaving together into a seamless web of destruction. They knew that to win, they couldn't simply rely on their individual strengths—they needed each other, and they needed to move as a single unit. Synergy was their only path forward.

Sylus was the catalyst that sparked the tempo of battle. His agility and speed were unmatched, his movements a blur as he danced around the Void Maw Horrors. He could sense the danger before it arrived—an eerie feeling in the water, a shift in the current—and he reacted instantly. As the first Void Maw Horror lunged toward him with its venomous tendrils, Sylus was already moving. He ducked under the swipe, his body curling into a roll, and as the creature's appendage followed him, he summoned a burst of compressed air to push himself backward, out of its reach. The shockwave of the air bubble slammed the creature's tendrils to the side, and Sylus immediately retaliated by summoning ice shards that flew toward its core.

Each movement was instinctive, precise, designed to ensure that he never became the focus of the battle for too long. Explosive air bursts would create diversions, while ice barriers blocked incoming attacks and slowly chipped away at the Void Maw Horrors' terrifying regenerative capabilities. Sylus's dance was a relentless back-and-forth of attack and retreat, buying the others time to press forward.

Jesua was the blade that cut through the storm. With a fierce, unwavering focus, she tackled the Void-Touched Titans head-on, refusing to let their terrifying size or strength overwhelm her. Her speed was her greatest asset. Each time the Titans swung their massive stone fists or stomped their feet, she was there, her body a blur as she sidestepped their attacks, moving with precision that defied the raw power of her enemies. One Titan's fist slammed into the ocean bed, sending up a cloud of sand, but Jesua was already beneath it, her radiant blade cutting through the water as she leapt in, delivering a deep slash to its exposed underbelly. The creature howled, but Jesua was relentless, quickly darting away as it attempted to retaliate.

Her strikes were not random; they were calculated, designed to exploit the Titan's weaknesses—its exposed joints, its soft underbelly, areas where the armor didn't quite fit, or where the magic had altered the Titan's form. Every slash left a glowing mark, a reminder that she was wearing it down. When one of the Titans tried to smash her into the ocean floor with its gargantuan tail, Jesua slipped under it at the last moment, using the Titan's momentum against it, cutting into its spine before springing back to safety. Jesua's ability to stay unpredictable, constantly moving, kept the Titans on edge. They were giant, but she was lightning fast.