บท 62: Chapter 50.5 - Battle

He'd not seen such a vile monster since the last days of Lagos, when the Bastard Queen took the walls and brought upon the innocent her brand of destruction.

It's vines hung from the ceiling and rose from the ground, seeking out flesh to rend with it's spikes that sprinkled over it's long tenacious coils relentlessly.

Heat like an open flame burned his breath like a candle inside of ones mouth, there was no room to speak, only move.

The miniature sun was ready to go off at any moment.

He had long cut off any magic going to it, but it continued to collide inside of that tightly packed container, with each hit becoming more and more unstable.

An ice lance sung through the sky, but it was melted into steam blocking his vision.

He cut his flight magic, and applied weight to his body to make him fall like a boulder, above him, spikes made of stone flew through his past position.

He re-engaged his flight magic and flicked his finger, sending out a screeching bolt of lightning which arced and branched into a dozen different places!

Lunston leaned back, he could see the patterns of chaos, casting a counter spell of lightning to meet every branch.

Murphy raised a brow. It was impressive.

Incredibly so.

But it would not be enough.

As their lightning clashed, spells dozens of times weaker, but the same number of times faster to cast, lit up the sky between them clashing every moment seeking to devour the airspace, to get an edge.

The sky felt crooked as they clashed.

And the surface was no different.

Standing far taller than any normal human, with a build that made him look like a statue of some legendary warrior, Awick's body was marked by tattoos, and an armor made of aura in the form of a bears skin draped over him as he swung his massive weapon!

A man that was more spider than man stood across, the hairs along it's massive spindly legs tensed, and shot out to meet the devastating strike!

Meeting in the air, the hairs of the spider reinforced by it's tar-like aura accurately found the weak points inside of the cutting edge of verdant aura that had come at it, dismantling it.

But it could not directly clash with the force of the bear, it's own hairs disintegrating a moment later.

Long nets of tar shot from it's mouth covering a dozen meters and nearly a hundred in radius, seeking to capture that bear... but it was no use.

Awick's savage strength tore the net with his bare hands, leaving a horrifying burn on his flesh, yet he did not flinch nor recoil as he launched himself straight at the spider who back pedaled into webs that were woven through the ruins at precise angles.

If Awick was slow for a moment, or grew even slightly careless, he would be caught in that web, poisoned to death.

If even the corner of the Spider's leg was caught, then that titanic strength would crush it like a flea underfoot, smashed to death.

That delicate dance that raged like destruction carried on as the surroundings were made the greatest victim of the clash!

The miniature sun made a noise.

Awick's pupils shrank.

The Spider's hairs grew straight as steel.

Murphy's magic returned like a wave.

Lunston's weave reversed into a defensive shell.

Like a leather strap snapping.

The world was dyed in white.