Kapitel 92: Aldwyn and Sylvan Sirene Tag Team
The room erupted into a flurry of motion. Riven's eyes glowed a feral yellow, his hands shifting into the claws of a beast as he lunged towards Aldwyn. The shadows danced and writhed around them.
Aldwyn stepped aside with a preternatural grace, the shadows parting for him like liquid night. His hand shot out, and he grabbed a candelabrum, swinging it with a brutal force that sent candles flying through the air, the flaming wax painting fiery streaks across the darkness. Riven dodged, his movements a blur of speed and precision.
The Sylvan Siren's eyes snapped to Riven, and she pointed a finger at him. Suddenly, vines sprouted from the floorboards, wrapping around his ankles, trying to hold him in place. Riven roared and swiped at them with his clawed hand, but they were as ephemeral as the shadows themselves, retreating just as quickly as they had come.
Aldwyn took advantage of the distraction. He summoned his nightmare blade from his bag with a flick of his wrist. He swung it in a wide arc, aiming for Riven's torso. But Riven was too quick and twisted his body in a contortion that seemed impossible. The blade sliced through the air and bit into the wooden boards behind him instead.
Splinters flew as the force of the blow resonated through the room. The Sylvan Siren's eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand again. This time, a gust of wind whipped through the chamber, sending dust and debris into Riven's eyes, blinding him momentarily.
Aldwyn didn't waste the opportunity. He stepped into the shadows, becoming one with the darkness. Riven roared in frustration, his enhanced hearing straining to locate his opponent. The air grew colder as the Sylvan Siren cast another spell, her voice a haunting melody that echoed off the walls.
Suddenly, illusions of snarling wolves sprang forth from the shadows, surrounding Riven. His eyes darted wildly, trying to discern reality from the trickery. In the midst of the chaos, a shadowy figure emerged, and the Nightmare Blade whispered a silent promise of pain. Riven's instincts screamed, and he raised his hand to protect himself, but the blade had already sliced through the air, leaving a trail of frost in its wake. It bit into his shoulder, and he howled in pain, the metal of the blade burning his transformed skin.
The Sylvan Siren took a step back, chanting a healing incantation. The air shimmered around Aldwyn, and the frostbite retreated from his sword arm. Her eyes never left Riven as she continued her support, casting a spell of protection to shield Aldwyn from the shards of shattered glass that flew through the room.
Riven roared, his body contorting and growing. His arms elongated into the limbs of a giant wolf, muscles bulging and fur sprouting from his skin. His teeth grew into long fangs, and his eyes burned with a fierce, primal rage.
„Is he forcing himself to turn into a werewolf right now? The fact that he can do that means it must have a disadvantage... Otherwise he wouldn't need lila. Maybe he's losing control..." Aldwyn thought as he got ready.
Riven's werewolf form was a terrifying sight, his claws and teeth tearing through the air with every swipe and bite. However, Aldwyn was ready. His senses honed, he could feel the air pressure change with every move Riven made, giving him a split-second warning of where the next attack would come from. He moved like a phantom, slipping in and out of the shadows.
The Sylvan Siren's illusions danced around the room, confusing and distracting Riven. The walls themselves seemed to shift and writhe, the floorboards groaning under the weight of invisible beasts. His eyes darted from one shadow to the next, trying to pinpoint where Aldwyn was.
Aldwyn used the chaos to his advantage, his blade a silent whisper through the air. Each time it struck, it left behind a trail of frost that crystallized on the stone floor. The cold air grew thick with the scent of fear and pain as Riven's fur stood on end.
The Sylvan Siren's illusions grew more intricate. The shadows around Riven began to coalesce into a swirling maelstrom of darkness, a prison that sought to contain his monstrous form. He roared and thrashed, his claws leaving deep gouges in the marble as he tried to break free.
Aldwyn took the opportunity to strike again. He stepped out of the shadows, the Nightmare Blade a dark streak that pierced the heart of the storm. The impact was like a thunderclap, the blade shuddering with the power of Riven's own fear. The creature stumbled, a fountain of black blood spraying from the wound.
The Sylvan Siren's eyes never left Riven. Her voice grew louder, the incantations weaving a net of shadows and illusions around him. The walls themselves seemed to come alive, reaching out with skeletal hands to grasp at the fur and flesh of the werewolf. The floor buckled and split, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the room as if in response to the creature's fury.
Aldwyn moved with a cold precision, his every step calculated. He could feel the power of the Nightmare Blade pulsing in his hand, eager to feed on the fear that filled the room. He struck again, the blade slicing through the air and leaving a trail of frost that crystallized on the marble. Riven roared and swiped a massive paw at him, but Aldwyn was already gone, slipping into the shadow of the grand fireplace.
The Sylvan Siren's voice grew stronger, her incantations weaving a tapestry of shadows around Riven. The floor beneath the creature's paws turned to ice, making him slip and snarl in fury. The fireplace's flames grew higher, licking at the shadows and casting a hellish glow on the werewolf's fur.
Aldwyn stepped out of the shadows, the tip of the Nightmare Blade glowing an eerie blue. He could feel the fear growing in the room, amplifying the weapon's power. "This ends now," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise of doom.
But Riven had anticipated the move. With a snarl that sent a chill down Aldwyn's spine, the werewolf lunged, his massive paws swiping at the shadowy figure before him. The sound of claws on stone was like the crack of a whip, and Aldwyn barely had time to react. He brought the blade up to block the attack, the force of it sending him flying backward, his body colliding with the far wall. The impact left him momentarily stunned, his vision swimming with stars.
Riven's eyes narrowed, searching the room for his attacker. And then, as if a switch had been flipped, his gaze fell upon the Sylvan Siren. She stood there, unflinching, her eyes a deep emerald that seemed to pierce through the shadows. The werewolf's fur bristled, and he took a step forward, his jaws open in a snarl.
In a heartbeat, he lunged at her, his massive form seemingly too fast for the eye to follow. But she didn't flinch. Instead, she remained perfectly still, her smile never wavering. And as Riven's claws reached for her, she shattered into a thousand glittering shards, the illusion dissipating into the air like mist.
Where she had been standing, tendrils of shadow and vine coiled up from the floorboards, wrapping themselves around the werewolf's legs. The room grew silent except for the sound of his furious snarls and the cracking of the wood beneath the pressure of his thrashing. The Sylvan Siren had been preparing this trap all along, using her seductive allure to distract him while setting the stage for his downfall.
Aldwyn took the opportunity to recover, the wall behind him cold and unyielding against his back. His vision cleared, and as he pushed himself away from it, his gaze met with the horrifying sight of the transformed Riven. The creature's eyes, once filled with the cunning of a man, now burned with the primal rage of a beast.
Aldwyn's hand, steady despite his racing heart, aimed the Black Elemental revolver at Riven. The room was a tableau of shadow and ice, a battleground of illusion and reality. He knew he had to act fast.
With a sharp intake of breath, he fired another enchanted bullet, its fiery core a beacon of destruction amidst the cold.
[Bang]
It streaked through the air, a crimson comet on a lethal trajectory, and slammed into Riven's side. The impact was like a miniature sun exploding against the creature's fur-covered flesh, setting it alight. Riven howled in agony, his massive form silhouetted by the blaze that erupted around him.
The Sylvan Siren, still maintaining the illusion of being trapped, watched the scene unfold with a detached calmness. Her plan was working. The vines grew tighter, digging into the werewolf's thick fur and piercing his skin with their thorns. The shadows grew denser, closing in around him like a noose.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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