"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 376: The Abyssal Wrath

The sea churned violently as the wounded serpent writhed, its agonized roars shaking the very foundation of Raven’s Perch. Despite its blindness, it lashed out with reckless fury, its colossal tail slamming into the waters, sending towering waves crashing against the stronghold’s walls.

Seraphis stood her ground atop the battlents, her expression unreadable as she watched the black flas consu the beast’s once-pristine scales. The Voidfla had done its work, searing through its armored hide and leaving behind grotesque, smoldering wounds. And yet—the serpent fought on.

"Reload the arrow storms! Aim for its throat this ti!" she ordered, her voice cutting through the storm of chaos.

Her crew wasted no ti. The massive arrow storm ballistae groaned as they were cranked back into position, freshly stocked with Voidfla Arrows.

The serpent thrashed wildly, its body coiling and twisting through the waves in its desperate attempt to retaliate. Though its eyes had been burned to ruin, the beast’s predatory instincts remained. It sniffed the air, its forked tongue flicking out as it locked onto their position.

Then, with terrifying speed, the creature lurched forward.

"Incoming!"

The serpent’s fanged maw gaped open, revealing rows of dagger-like teeth, each longer than a man’s arm. Then, from deep within its throat, a sickening, blue glow began to build.

Seraphis’s eyes narrowed.

"It’s about to unleash sothing! Take cover!"

The air crackled as the beast expelled a torrent of energy—a condensed blast of pressurized water so powerful it cut through the air like a scythe.

Stone shattered upon impact. The section of the fortress wall exploded outward, sending a rain of debris into the sea below. The shockwave knocked several soldiers off their feet, forcing them to scramble for cover.

Seraphis barely moved. Her white hair fluttered in the wind as she watched the devastation unfold. A direct hit from that blast could have leveled an entire ship—possibly even the stronghold itself.

"Captain! The wall’s taken heavy damage!" one of her n shouted.

She ignored the concern, her mind already calculating the next move. The Voidfla was working, but it wasn’t enough. This beast was ancient. Powerful. The longer the fight dragged on, the more dangerous it beca.

"No more playing around, then," she muttered under her breath.

With a sharp flick of her wrist, she summoned one of her engraved playing cards. The blackened tal shimred with Voidfla energy, pulsing as if alive.

The sea serpent, still blind and burning, reared its massive head, sensing sothing new in the air. Though it could no longer see, it felt the presence of a deadly predator.

Seraphis smirked.

"Let’s see if you can handle this."

She flicked the Voidfla card forward. It sliced through the air like a dagger, spinning with deadly precision before embedding itself deep into the beast’s charred forehead.

For a mont, nothing happened.

Then—the card activated.

The Voidfla detonated, spreading like a consuming storm across the serpent’s skull. This was not a re arrow’s fla—this was magic fueled by her very essence.

The beast scread.

It reeled backward, its entire body arching out of the water in a grotesque display of agony.

Then it retaliated.

Despite its wounds, despite the flas eating away at its flesh, the serpent struck.

Its tail lashed out, smashing against the walls of the fortress with unrelenting force. A deep, thunderous crack rang out as sections of the stone ramparts began to crumble under the pressure.

Seraphis barely had ti to react before the force of the impact ripped through the battlents, sending several n tumbling into the sea below.

The fortress was holding—but not for long.

She gritted her teeth. They needed to end this.

"Final volley! All arrow storms—fire!"

Every remaining ballista launched at once. The sky beca a storm of Voidfla, streaking toward the beast like falling stars.

The arrows struck true.

The serpent’s form was engulfed in a final, raging inferno of black flas.

It screeched. Thrashed. Writhed.

But this ti—it did not retaliate.

This ti—it fell.

The massive creature crashed into the sea, sending waves surging outward in all directions. The black flas continued to burn, even beneath the water, refusing to be extinguished.

For several long monts, there was nothing but the sound of the roaring sea.

Then—the serpent was still.

Its lifeless form drifted, half-subrged, its once-mighty body now nothing more than charred remains.

Seraphis let out a slow breath. The battle was over.

For now.