The team was on a mission to contain a portal break—but things had taken a sharp turn for the worse.
Grey had dashed off to engage the boss of the breach, leaving the others behind to confront a wave of eighty-eight Level 5 beasts, each more monstrous than the last.
They charged in with terrifying speed, their snarls echoing across the broken battlefield, each thunderous step sending tremors through the ground.
The stampede was relentless, a blur of muscle, claws, and bone. In that crucial mont—when it looked like the students would be overwheld—Arthur stepped forward.
In the blink of an eye, a transparent bubble shimred into existence around the group, snapping into place just as the beasts collided against it.
The barrier rippled with energy as spiked tails and fanged maws crashed into it. But instead of giving way, it hurled the monsters backward in bursts of kinetic force.
"I guess the bubble can handle attacks from Level 5 beasts," Arthur muttered, watching the creatures lash out.
Their long, muscular tails—lined with sharp, bony spikes—slamd repeatedly into the barrier, trying to tear it apart. But the shield held strong... for now.
"It's only a matter of ti before the bubble fails," Vanica warned, her tone grim.
"Can it absorb attacks?" Greg asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"I'm not sure. Never actually tried it," Arthur replied honestly.
"Well, now's the perfect ti to experint," Greg said with a smirk. Crackling arcs of lightning flared around his hands as he brought them together.
As his palms parted, a glowing ball of condensed lightning ford—so bright and wild that the others shielded their eyes.
With a thunderous thrust, he hurled the orb toward the barrier.
"No! What if it breaks?!" Scarlet shouted—but it was too late.
The lightning sphere collided with the shield. Instead of shattering it, the energy dispersed across the surface in a spectacular web of voltage. The bubble surged with electricity, crackling like a live storm.
Then the real surprise happened.
As the beasts lunged again, tails raised for a fresh assault—sharp bolts of redirected lightning erupted from the barrier, zapping the attackers with ruthless precision.
The monsters recoiled, yelping and snarling in frustration, now glaring at the shield with a mixture of fear and rage.
"They've backed off... for now," Jay noted, his eyes glowing blue as torrents of water swirled violently around him, the force making the bubble vibrate with pressure.
"Grey took down a dozen on his own, right? Let's see if I can double that. Arthur—drop the shield on my count."
"Are you sure?" Arthur asked, coughing lightly as he noticed the beasts preparing to charge again.
"One!" Jay shouted, eyes locked on the dozen beasts that had moved to the front of the pack while others held back, biding their ti.
"Two!" Jay continued, tension crackling in the air.
Arthur's muscles tensed. Flas ignited on Scarlet's hands, casting an orange glow on her face. Twin tal blades materialized in Vince and Raze's grip.
Greg's lightning blade crackled dangerously in his hand. Vorden, Gordon, and Vanica stood further back, eyes sharp, ready for what was to co.
"Three! Now!" Jay roared.
The bubble vanished.
The beasts didn't hesitate. Sensing an opportunity, they charged forward like a tsunami of flesh and fury.
"Water Creation Magic—Serpent of the Sea!" Jay roared.
From the swirling vortex of water surrounding him, a colossal serpent erged, its liquid body gleaming with translucent blue, long horns curling back from its head, fangs glistening like ivory daggers. With explosive speed, the serpent surged forward.
The charging beasts tried to dodge, but they were too late.
The serpent slamd into them, tearing them apart with savage precision. Its tail whipped around like a battering ram, smashing others into crumbling buildings, shattering walls and sending debris flying.
"I think it's ti for you all to attack," Jay said, breath controlled but voice sharp.
"Didn't need you to tell
that," Scarlet snarled.
She rushed forward, eting two Bone Crushers head-on. As they swung their barbed tails toward her, she skidded to a stop and grabbed one tail mid-swing with a fiery hand. Flas erupted—but the attack barely scorched the beast's thick hide.
Suddenly, jagged fangs lunged at her from the side.
With a swift upward motion, she released a blast of fla, catching the creature's face and sending it skidding away with blackened, smoking flesh.
But before she could react, another tail struck her side, sending her hurtling across the battlefield.
She rolled across the ground, crimson streaks trailing from her lips.
"Damn it... too slow," Scarlet coughed, her vision spinning. Another beast was almost on top of her, jaws wide open, ready to snap.
Thwip!
A flaming arrow pierced the creature's eye, a searing hole bored through its skull before it collapsed beside her with a bone-rattling thud.
But another tail ca swinging from behind. She barely stepped back in ti as it grazed her cheek, slicing a thin line of blood across her face.
"Curses," she spat. "Can't do this alone."
She raised a hand to the sky, smirking. "Fire Creation Magic—Dragon of Hell!"
A miniature dragon erupted above her in a swirling storm of fire, its nostrils billowing smoke. Its reptilian eyes glowed with fury.
"Let's go for a rematch."
anwhile, Greg had beco a blur of motion, weaving through the enemy ranks with a dancer's grace and a predator's speed.
His lightning blade clashed with a beast's spiked tail, sending showers of sparks flying.
Sensing a strike from behind, he zipped to the side, narrowly avoiding a tail that smashed into the ground, splitting the earth open.
With a sharp pivot, Greg spun on one foot and slamd his sword into an incoming beast's jaws. The impact sent him skidding backward, but the beast staggered.
"You picked the wrong fight!" Greg growled.
He channeled lightning into one hand while gripping the sword with the other. Then, with brutal force, he slamd both into the beast's skull.
A burst of lightning exploded on impact, frying the creature's brain. It dropped to the ground, smoking.
But his triumph was short-lived.
Before he could move, another tail slamd into his ribs from the side. Greg was flung into the air, his body crashing into the ground with bone-jarring impact.
He tumbled across the battlefield like a ragdoll before coming to a stop—motionless.
Blood spilled from his mouth, and his limbs twitched slightly, but he couldn't move. He was too dazed, too broken.
Five Bone Crushers surged toward him, their eyes gleaming with the hunger of hunters who sensed their prey was defenseless.
One beast raised its spiked tail high above Greg's head, ready to deliver the killing blow.
From the backlines, Vorden scread, panic overtaking him. "Greg!"
It was too late.
Until—
BANG!
BZZZZZT.
A streak of lightning shot through the air, and a hand—crackling with electricity—clamped down on the spiked tail just inches from Greg's head.
The figure didn't flinch.
"Damn it," a voice growled. "If you all want to fight, do it right. Stop making
play the hero."
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{A/N}
I'm sorry for the late upload guys! I was in class and just coming out of the class... So sorry for posting late.
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