471: War XLIV 471: War XLIV Dren whistled.
“That’s deep within the Abyssal Wastes.” Rick groaned.
“Of course it is.
Why can’t these guys ever regenerate in a nice, peaceful adow?” Aiden rolled up the scroll.
“We don’t have much ti.
The Abyssal Wastes are a lawless region, crawling with all kinds of monsters and ancient entities.
If Ivan gets a chance to absorb that energy, he’ll be even harder to kill next ti.” Myne twirled a dagger in her fingers.
“Then we leave imdiately.” Aiden stood, his golden aura flaring slightly as his resolve solidified.
“This ti, we end it.” The team gathered their gear, the weight of their mission heavy on their shoulders.
The battle wasn’t over yet.
But this ti, they were going to make sure Ivan stayed dead—permanently.
With a final nod, Aiden activated a teleportation array.
In a flash of light, they vanished from the sanctuary, heading straight into the heart of danger.
The teleportation array flared, and in an instant, Aiden and his team found themselves standing on the cracked, barren ground of the Abyssal Wastes.
A chilling wind howled around them, carrying whispers that seed to scrape against their very souls.
The sky above was an eerie shade of dark purple, with occasional flashes of crimson lightning streaking across the horizon.
Dren shuddered.
“Yeah… this place screams ‘bad idea.'” Rick adjusted his gauntlets.
“No turning back now.
Where’s the signal, Aiden?” Aiden activated the Mark of Destiny once more, his golden eyes glowing faintly as threads of fate aligned before him.
“It’s faint, but it’s still here.
Ivan is reforming about thirty miles northeast.” Myne tightened her grip on her daggers.
“Then let’s move before sothing else notices us.” They advanced cautiously, their movents swift and silent.
The terrain was treacherous—jagged black rocks jutted from the ground, and streams of dark mist slithered through the cracks.
Every step felt like walking on the edge of a nightmare.
As they moved, Dren’s ears twitched.
“Hold up.” He sniffed the air.
“Sothing’s nearby.” Aiden instinctively activated his Spirit Sense, his perception stretching outward.
Almost imdiately, he caught the presence of several entities lurking beneath the ground.
Rick clenched his fists, his body tensing.
“They know we’re here, don’t they?” The ground trembled.
Then, with an ear-splitting screech, the earth split open, and monstrous Void Crawlers burst forth.
Their bodies were a grotesque fusion of skeletal structures and shadowy tendrils, their gaping maws lined with jagged, interlocking teeth.
Dren cursed.
“Yeah, I hate these things.” The creatures lunged.
Aiden reacted instantly, summoning his Golden Sword Martial Spirit.
The blade ignited with divine flas, cutting through the darkness as he slashed downward, bisecting the first Crawler in one clean motion.
Rick followed up, driving his Titan Gauntlets into another beast’s head, the impact sending shockwaves through the ground.
Myne danced through the battlefield, her movents fluid and precise.
Her daggers flickered, leaving behind streaks of crimson as she targeted the creatures’ vital points.
Dren, anwhile, exhaled deeply before vanishing in a blur of movent.
He reappeared behind one of the Crawlers, sinking his claws into its exposed spine and ripping it apart with raw strength.
The battle was quick but brutal.
Within minutes, the last Crawler fell, dissolving into a puddle of writhing darkness.
Aiden wiped his blade clean, his eyes scanning the area.
“That was just a scouting group.
More will co if we linger.” Rick exhaled sharply.
“Then let’s keep moving.” Without another word, they pressed on, their pace quickening.
The closer they got to Ivan’s location, the heavier the atmosphere beca.
The air was thick with oppressive energy, and the whispers that once floated through the wind now ford coherent words.
“You should not have co.” Dren muttered, “Yeah, well, we’re not big on taking advice.” Finally, they arrived at a massive crater, its depths swirling with dense, abyssal mist.
At the center of it, suspended in the air, was Ivan’s soul core, pulsating like a beating heart.
Tendrils of energy coiled around it, feeding it power from the surrounding wasteland.
Myne’s expression darkened.
“We destroy that, and he’s finished.” Aiden nodded.
“No mistakes.
We end this now.” But before they could make a move, the mist churned violently, and an overwhelming presence descended upon them.
A voice, cold and filled with malice, echoed from the abyss.
“You ca all this way… just to die.” Ivan’s new form was monstrous.
His once-human fra had warped beyond recognition—his body now covered in a mix of obsidian armor and writhing abyssal tendrils.
His crimson eyes burned with an unnatural glow, and the twisted remnants of his Martial Spirit coiled around him like a throne of shadows.
Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened.
This wasn’t just a resurrection.
The Abyssal Wastes had fused with Ivan, enhancing him in ways that defied logic.
Ivan tilted his head, a smirk curling on his grotesque lips.
“You should have let go, Aiden.
Now, you’ve delivered yourself right into my hands.” The air vibrated as his power surged.
BOOM!
A single step from Ivan sent shockwaves rippling through the crater.
The ground cracked under the sheer force of his presence.
The mist around him seed to take shape, forming ghostly wraiths that shrieked and writhed.
Dren growled.
“Okay, what the hell is that?!” Rick’s fists clenched.
“Sothing tells we don’t want to find out.” Myne narrowed her eyes.
“No ti to hesitate.” She vanished in a blur, her daggers flashing as she struck first—aiming straight for Ivan’s throat.
But before her blades could connect, Ivan raised a single hand.
The mont her daggers t his flesh, they shattered.
CRACK!
A shockwave sent Myne flying back.
She barely twisted mid-air to land on her feet, skidding several ters.
Her hands trembled from the impact.
Ivan chuckled.
“Pathetic.” Without warning, he vanished—moving faster than anyone could react.
Aiden’s eyes widened.
He’s fast!
BOOM!
Before anyone could react, Ivan slamd his fist into Rick’s chest, sending him hurtling through several stone pillars.
“Rick!” Dren shouted, charging at Ivan with his claws coated in golden energy.
He struck with all his strength—only for Ivan to catch his attack with ease.
Ivan grinned.
“Nice try.”
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