Re-Awakening: Cannon Fodder With Strongest Talent Chapter 146: Dark Wraith

But volcanic mastery provided unexpected resistance. The molten power flowing through his veins created internal heat that opposed the wraith’s life-draining assault. Fire and ice t within his enhanced body, creating thermal stress that translated into visible steam.

The Dark Wraith recoiled from the unexpected resistance, its shadow-stuff form rippling with confusion. Ancient intelligence flickered behind ethereal eyes as it processed this new variable in what should have been an easy execution.

Ethan pressed his advantage imdiately.

Crystal manipulation erupted from the stone floor, jagged spears of mineral matter piercing upward through shadow-pools where the wraith’s essence gathered. The creature’s form scattered like disturbed smoke, avoiding the crystalline attacks through ethereal dispersion.

But his dispersion created a vulnerability in its defence.

Volcanic mastery answered his will with molten fury. Magma geysers erupted in precise patterns, their superheated glow forcing the wraith’s scattered essence into tighter concentrations. Steam hissed where lava t shadow-stuff, creating visibility gaps in the creature’s defensive concealnt.

The wraith’s counterattack ca as environntal sabotage. Darkness flowed across stone surfaces like liquid night, transforming solid footing into treacherous shadow-pools that grabbed at his feet with ethereal tendrils.

Enhanced Speed was activated in response. Reality slowed as his perception accelerated, allowing navigation through the shifting terrain with flowing precision. Each step landed exactly where solid stone remained, his enhanced agility turning environntal hazards into minor inconveniences.

Fire magic erupted in controlled bursts, D-rank flas creating illumination that banished pockets of artificial darkness. The wraith’s form beca visible in stuttering glimpses—solid enough to target, ethereal enough to avoid sustained assault.

Water manipulation followed imdiately. Pressurized streams hamred the creature’s partially-materialized form, their impact dispersing shadow-essence while steam generation created additional concealnt that favored his superior mobility.

The Dark Wraith adapted with terrifying intelligence. Shadow-tendrils lashed from impossible angles, their ethereal substance bypassing conventional defenses to strike at gaps in his crystal armor. Cold beyond description accompanied each impact—not temperature, but existential chill that threatened to freeze his enhanced vitality.

Crystal hardening evolved under pressure. Mineral structures flowed like living tal, adapting to cover vulnerability points while maintaining mobility. His skin took on diamond-bright sheen as crystalline protection integrated with volcanic enhancent.

But the wraith’s next assault tested every defensive capability.

Darkness coalesced into solid matter—shadow-claws that rang against crystal armor with tallic impacts. The creature’s ethereal form gained temporary substance, allowing devastating physical attacks that cracked mineral defenses through sheer kinetic force.

Ethan rolled sideways as shadow-claws carved through stone where he’d been standing milliseconds before. Enhanced Speed made the evasion possible, but barely. The wraith’s attacks operated at velocities that challenged even his accelerated perception.

Volcanic mastery responded with area denial tactics. Molten rock erupted in expanding circles, their superheated surface forcing the wraith to maintain distance while limiting its tactical options. Steam clouds provided additional concealnt for his own movents.

The creature’s response demonstrated why it terrorised the region.

Shadow-stuff flowed like water, pooling in deep concentrations before launching itself in pressurised streams. The attacks carried physical force despite their ethereal nature—impacts that sent him staggering despite crystal armor and volcanic enhancent.

Fire magic answered with maximum intensity. Flas reached hot temperatures as volcanic power supercharged his natural talents. The combined assault created illumination bright enough to banish shadows across the entire amphitheater.

For the first ti, the Dark Wraith’s form beca fully visible.

The creature stood three ters tall, its humanoid outline composed entirely of flowing shadow-stuff that rippled with internal motion.

Intelligence blazed in eyes like dying stars while ethereal claws extended from fingers that existed in multiple dinsions simultaneously.

Crystal manipulation struck imdiately. Spears of mineral matter erupted from every direction, their razor-sharp points seeking vital locations on the creature’s newly-solid form. Several found their mark, eliciting screams that shattered ancient stones.

But the wraith’s substance adapted faster than expected. Shadow-stuff flowed around the crystals that Ethan had used to damage them.

It was healing the damage through regeneration while maintaining combat capability.

Water manipulation created additional pressure. Steam generation from superheated volcanic activity filled the air with scalding vapour, reducing visibility while creating environntal hazards that affected both combatants equally.

The Dark Wraith struck through the artificial fog with predatory precision. Shadow-claws raked across his chest armor, their ethereal substance finding microscopic gaps in crystal protection. Pain exploded through his nervous system as cold beyond description invaded his enhanced physiology.

Enhanced Speed carried him through the creature’s follow-up assault. Reality shifted into slow motion as he evaded shadow-tendrils that struck like whips made of crystallized night. Each attack passed within centiters of vital points, his enhanced agility the only barrier between life and extinction.

Volcanic mastery erupted in desperate response. Magma fountains created barriers of molten stone while superheated air made breathing dangerous for both combatants. The wraith’s shadow-form wavered as extre temperatures challenged its ethereal coherence.

Fire magic reached new intensities. Flas beca plasma as volcanic enhancent pushed his abilities beyond normal paraters. The combined assault turned stone to glass while creating illumination that revealed every shadow-pool where the creature might seek concealnt.

Crystal manipulation evolved under combat pressure. Mineral structures flowed like living tal, creating armor configurations that adapted to the wraith’s attack patterns. His defensive capabilities improved in real-ti as his talents learned from sustained assault.

The Dark Wraith’s response carried notes of frustration. Ancient predator instincts recognized prey that refused to behave according to established patterns. Shadow-stuff coalesced into increasingly desperate attack formations.

Water manipulation provided the opening he needed. Pressurized streams struck the creature’s concentrated shadow-essence with hydraulic force, dispersing its coherent form while steam generation created additional environntal complications.

But the wraith’s counterattack nearly ended everything.

Shadow-tendrils erupted from every surface simultaneously—walls, floor, ceiling—creating a cage of ethereal death that contracted with inexorable force. Escape routes vanished as darkness claid every available space.

Enhanced Speed saved his life. Reality fractured into microsecond intervals as his perception accelerated beyond normal limits. The shadow-cage’s contraction beca visible as discrete movents rather than inevitable doom.

Crystal hardening reached maximum density. His entire body beca living diamond as mineral protection achieved theoretical perfection. Shadow-claws struck crystalline armor with impacts that rang like temple bells.

Volcanic mastery answered with ultimate technique. Internal heat reached solar temperatures as molten power flowed through enhanced physiology. Steam erupted from his skin as thermal regulation systems struggled with contained inferno.

The combination proved decisive. Crystal armour conducted volcanic heat with perfect efficiency, turning his entire body into a weapon that burned with stellar intensity. Shadow-stuff recoiled from contact with surface temperatures that challenged its ethereal existence.

Fire magic and water manipulation coordinated in final assault. Steam lances struck the writhing creature with superheated precision while illumination banished every shadow where it might seek refuge.

The Dark Wraith’s death scream carried harmonics that shattered stone formations across the forest. Its ancient form lost coherence as ethereal substance dissolved under sustained thermal assault.

Shadow-stuff dissipated like morning mist, leaving only a golden core that pulsed with accumulated power. The creature’s massive form collapsed to the floor with a resounding thud that echoed through the stone chamber, its reign of terror finally ended.

Ethan approached the fallen beast with satisfaction. This ti, he truly wanted the talent. Darkness manipulation at C grade would downgrade to C- rank once devoured—a power with utilities that extended far beyond simple combat applications.

Stealth capabilities. Environntal control.

It was simply a god-given opportunity.

He extracted the golden core smoothly, its crystalline surface reflecting the last traces of volcanic light. Power pulsed within the compressed essence, promising advancent that transcended re attribute increases.

Without hesitation, he consud the precious material.

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The familiar surge of enhancent flowed through his physiology.

The wraith’s massive corpse disappeared into one of his storage rings, dinsional space accepting the ethereal remains with casual efficiency. Future devouring would unlock the full potential of C-grade darkness manipulation.

Behind him, Torrino remained frozen in shock.

A Dark Wraith. He actually killed a Dark Wraith.

Even Lord Vance doesn’t engage those things in single combat. Sure, the boss might be able to handle one now with his recent advancent, but that was still theoretical. This... this was reality.

What kind of monster have I been travelling with?

The prisoner’s mind struggled to process the witnessed impossibility. Legends didn’t die to lone combatants. Ancient terrors weren’t supposed to fall to individual power, no matter how enhanced.

Ethan suddenly appeared beside the stunned captain.

Enhanced Speed had carried him across the amphitheater faster than thought, his movent creating displaced air that ruffled Torrino’s military uniform.

"Ti for your punishnt."

The slap seed almost casual—a light disciplinary gesture that shouldn’t have carried serious force. But High-Gold strength transford gentle correction into devastating impact.

Torrino’s body beca a projectile.

The captain flew backward with bone-jarring velocity, his form carving through ancient trees like a flesh-and-blood cannonball. Bark exploded in shower patterns while massive trunks groaned under unexpected stress.

CRACK! CRASH! THUD!

Three trees fell before his montum finally dissipated, leaving Torrino sprawled among splintered wood and scattered leaves. Blood trickled from nurous cuts while a perfect handprint adorned his left cheek in vivid red relief.

Did he just...? With a light slap?

The prisoner groaned as consciousness returned, his tactical mind struggling to process the physics of what had occurred.

"This is your punishnt," Ethan said, his voice carrying arctic coldness that made jungle air feel frigid. "Don’t think I would let you go with a verbal warning."

Torrino attempted to rise, his strong constitution allowing movent despite the traumatic impact. Everything ached with bone-deep soreness while his face still throbbed where Ethan’s hand had made contact.