SSS Rank Sword Mage: Awakening Starts with Weakest Mana Affinity Chapter 105 105: A Dying Giant 1

Morad was right in front of , unleashing a Piercing Shot. The attack struck true, but the residual sonic waves still slamd into us. I was flung backward, hitting my head hard. Pain seared through .

But then… sothing changed. Morad's massive body began to grow, shimring scales now tinged with a deep red. He'd evolved—instantly, right before my eyes.

"Morad, your scales!" I exclaid. Every scale on his body looked like jagged blades, resembling obsidian armor. "Did you just evolve?"

Morad, unaware of this, checked himself, looking shocked at his new form—a bigger body shaped like scale blades. What could have triggered his evolution now? I noticed sothing different: my thumb glowed red instead of its usual blue, as so blood from my head injury touched the skin. Blood? Was that what made him evolve?

We didn't have ti to dwell on it. With Anna unconscious, the Spider was already preparing to attack again.

"Brother, what are we going to do? Co on, I can't beat its attacks; I'm not fast enough!" Morad urgently pleaded.

With this new form, how fast could he go? But from what I saw, this was more of a damage-focused fish.

"I've got a plan," I said, gritting my teeth. "Just follow my lead, okay?"

Morad, unaware of what had happened, stared down at himself—stunned. His body had grown larger, his scales reshaping into sharp, blade-like plates that shimred with a crimson tint.

"What… what happened to ?" he whispered.

I saw it imdiately—my thumb, usually glowing blue when using bond sense, now pulsed a bright red. Blood from my head injury had sared across the skin.

Blood…?

Was that what triggered his evolution?

No ti to think. Anna was unconscious, and the Spider was already charging another sonic blast.

"Brother, what are we going to do? I—I can't beat its attacks! I'm still not fast enough!" Morad pleaded, voice tight with panic.

He was stronger now, that was clear—but faster? No. His new form scread power, not speed.

A mory hit .

The one thing that could defeat a creature like this.

A spider-like monstrosity that hadn't moved from its spot. Sothing was anchoring it underground.

"Morad, I've got a plan," I said, forcing the pain down. "But I need ti. Buy so—move its attention away from here!"

"Okay, Brother!"

Morad shot forward, firing blast after blast, weaving between sonic waves. His movents were sharper, heavier, each strike forcing the Spider to redirect its aim. Its precision was terrifying—how could it be this accurate with no eyes? Still, Morad held it back, dodging everything aid but as well avoiding at its abdon.

And yet…

The Spider still didn't move.

It felt like it was chained to sothing below. Bound. Rooted.

My plan snapped into place.

I had forgotten sothing crucial:

An Adjudicator is never truly alone.

I may not have mastered summoning yet… but I sure as hell knew how to activate seals.

As Morad kept the Spider busy, I muttered under my breath, voice trembling but steady:

"Foul beast… I stand here not as your victim anymore… but as one granted blessings by higher power."

"I, an Adjudicator of Derrick Ashborn, shall fear no more. This ends now."

I felt it—deep in my abdon.

The blessing of Ashborn igniting, burning hot.

The feather relic under my clothes vibrated, glowing with a faint, holy light.

There was only one casting I needed.

A seal designed to unveil, to expose, to drag hidden truths into the light.

"Khetemu… of Revelation."

The words rolled from like a decree.

Its purpose was simple—reveal the unseen. The concealed. The truth beneath the soil.

But revelation alone wasn't enough. If I wanted to manipulate what I found… I needed more.

If there was one Khetemu I understood—truly, instinctively—

the one that allowed to rge mana with my body, channel it, multiply it…

It was the Khetemu of Channeling.

"This… might kill ," I whispered.

"But it's the only way."

I forced my shaking hand forward.

"Khetemu… of Channeling!"

My body erupted in heat—burning, blistering. Mana pathways flared open like molten veins beneath my skin. Sweat poured down my face; every breath seared my lungs. It felt like forcing a raging river through pipes made for trickling rainwater.

But the power kept rising.

And rising.

And rising.

I could feel it—yes, it was working.

With Channeling amplifying my mana and Revelation sharpening my understanding, sothing clicked inside . My low affinity for each elent didn't matter anymore; I could now combine multiple elents instantly, using them at their highest efficiency. Complex synergies, once impossible, unfolded in my mind like second nature.

My body scread in protest, but this wasn't the ti to care. Morad was fighting desperately—dodging sonic blasts, firing counterattacks, barely keeping the beast's attention. We had no ti to strategize properly.

Think, Astraga.

Think.

What can Morad follow instantly? What tactic can he understand in the middle of this chaos?

Then it hit —

Astraya's move.

Yes. That was it.

I slamd my palms together, and spheres of shimring water burst into existence—each one infused with two elents at once. Water for propulsion. Wind for compression. A long, arcing pathway ford through the battlefield, a chain of orbs stretching like luminous stepping-stones through the air.

But these weren't simple water orbs.

These were accelerators.

"Morad—follow the orbs beco the arrow!"

It worked instantly. Dodging another sonic blast, Morad broke away from the Spider and returned to my side, trusting completely.

"Go!" I shouted.

Morad dove into the first sphere—

WHOOOOM!

The compressed water detonated behind him, hurling him forward like a living cannonball. Before the Spider could realign its aim, he crashed into the second sphere—

WHOOOSH—FASTER.

Then the third—

WHOOOM—EVEN FASTER.

The fourth, fifth, sixth—

My eyes couldn't track him anymore. He was accelerating beyond anything I had ever seen, each orb leaving behind a delayed burst of sound. Those delayed shockwaves completely disrupted the Spider's ability to pinpoint us. Its accuracy faltered for the first ti. As it appeared the creature replied on sound to track its spray.

Perfect.

At the final sphere, Morad's tail glead—a bright, iron-silver flash. He wasn't just preparing a Piercing Shot.

He was stacking it.

A double combo—sothing he could never do in his old form.

The Spider reeled back, sensing danger far too late.

Morad's cheeks puffed—far wider than before.

"Brother…" he growled, voice rumbling with power,

"…watch this."His entire body vibrated with pressure, wind and water spiraling tightly around him.

His evolved Piercing Shot—no, Piercing Drill Shot—was about to fire.

He fired.

Morad beca a streak of silver and roaring water, shooting through the final sphere like a missile. He slamd into the Spider's grotesque mouth-like head with explosive force. The impact sent a geyser of water and shattered chitin into the air.

Cracks spiderwebbed across its carapace.

Several legs curled inward.

The monster shuddered—and collapsed.

I exhaled hard, my chest heaving.

"It's… over?"

"We did it, Brother! We defeated it!" Morad cheered, excitent shining through our bond.

"Yes, Morad… we did." A grin fought its way onto my face.

Then—

"AHHHHHH!"

A white-hot lance of pain tore through my abdon. I staggered, gripping my stomach as the burning intensified, rising into my chest like molten fire.

"Brother!" Morad rushed to . "Your body—what's wrong?!"

Channeling.

Revelation.

Elental fusion.

All at once.

This was the side effect.

My knees buckled. The world tilted. I clutched both my stomach and my chest, unable to breathe. It felt like my organs were lting and my heart was trying to burst from the inside.

"Brother, what do we do now?" Morad looked around helplessly. "Strange… shouldn't the night fade now that the Spider is defeated? Wait—was it defeated?"

His words froze as a soft glow ignited overhead.

The cocoons.

Each one lit up like a lantern, and the light traveled down the webbing—streams of pale luminescence carrying the faint, heartbreaking voices of children crying, pleading, asking to be saved.

Those lights flowed toward the fallen beast.

"No… no, no, no…" My breath caught.

The glow pierced into the Spider's body. Its severed leg twitched—

then knit back together.

Seamless.

Instant.

Crap.

Morad shrank back to his normal form, the iron-scaled spikes dissolving. My thumb—red minutes ago—faded back to its usual blue.

He had exhausted everything.

"Brother," Morad said, voice low, "should I finish it off? Let —just let end this thing."

I pressed a hand to my ribs, nearly choking on the pain. "Morad… I don't—I don't have enough mana left. That last spell drained everything." My vision blurred, darkening at the edges.

I clutched my attire , trying to stand.

Trying to think.

Trying not to collapse.

The Spider's body finished regenerating, and its hideous head lifted slowly—horrifically—toward us.

It wasn't dying. It was waking up.

And we had nothing left. Morad had completely depleted his mana, and the last, desperate Piercing Shot had drained of all but a small, negligible amount.

What would I do? Think… I got it. "Summoning." I hadn't known much about using it, but it was the only option left.