noveltune Chapter 43: Realm's god
Chapter 43: Realm's god
Standing there with his thoughts swirling, part of Silas regretted not using the Realm's Key to escape when he had the chance. But now, it was too late. He was already deep within the god's territory, and there would be no escape—this would only end when one of them was dead, or when he was victorious.
"Only 47 Soul points left... if I take even three solid hits, it's over. I have to give it my best shot." Silas steadied his fighting stance, eyes focused, as he waited for the mutant to finish its grotesque meal and notice his presence.
The creature slowly rose, its massive body towering over the bloodstained ground. Silas's breath caught in his throat—the thing was a hulking monstrosity, its dark, thick scales gleaming in the dim light, drenched with the blood of its recent prey. Its glowing, crimson eyes locked onto him, and the raw hunger in that gaze sent a chill down Silas's spine.
The mutant stood at least eight feet tall, crowned with two enormous horns that curved ominously from its skull. Its blade-like claws gleamed in the flickering light, and behind it trailed a long, wickedly sharp tail that swished menacingly.
As Silas sized up the creature, a notification screen appeared above its head, cold and impersonal:
[Name: Sycrax, God of the Realm]
[Grade: 4]
[HP: 1000/1000]
Silas's heart skipped a beat as he read the system's information.
"A Grade 4... the same as the Chimptant King. But this... this thing is leagues stronger than that creature ever was—"
His thoughts were abruptly cut off as the mutant suddenly materialized directly in front of him. There was no warning, just a flash of movement as its vicious claws sliced through the air.
"Too fast!" Silas's mind screamed as he barely managed to raise his scythe in time to block the strike.
CLANG!
The force behind the blow was overwhelming. Even though he blocked it, it felt like he had done nothing. The sheer impact sent him hurtling backward, crashing into a wall with a loud crack that echoed through the chamber.
Silas landed hard on one knee, teeth clenched in pain. But there was no time to recover—the mutant was already closing in again, moving at blinding speed.
Breathing heavily, Silas gazed back up at the castle, his thoughts racing. From the gaping hole in the wall, he saw the mutant leap out, descending toward him like a predator pouncing on its prey.
Silas reacted just in time, springing backward as the mutant crashed into the sand where he had just been standing. Its claws dug deep into the ground, missing him by mere inches.
"How long can I keep defending?" Silas gritted his teeth, clutching his scythe tightly as he dashed forward, determined to go on the offensive. With a sharp swing, he aimed the blade at the mutant's leg.
The scythe connected with a sickening sound, tearing through the creature's thick scales. Dark purple blood gushed from the wound, staining the sand. Silas blinked in shock. He hadn't expected his weapon to do any real damage, yet somehow it had cut deep.
"Guess I made the right call putting most of my points into strength," he thought, sidestepping another vicious swipe from the mutant and countering with another swift slash from his scythe.
SLASH!
The scythe bit into the mutant's other leg, drawing more blood. But despite the severe injuries, the creature remained standing tall, its gaze burning with fury.
"I need more than this to kill it," Silas realized grimly, as he narrowly dodged another strike. Leaping several meters back to gain some distance, he tried to catch his breath. But the mutant was relentless. It thrust both arms out again—this time, a massive fireball shot from one hand while an equally large ice spike shot from the other.
"What the—?" Silas's eyes widened in disbelief. "Two elemental abilities?! How is that even possible?"
The fire and ice raced toward him, promising only death.
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The sound of footsteps echoed down a dimly lit hallway as Kara walked, her expression calm and composed. She moved with purpose, heading toward a specific dorm room.
Reaching the door, she knocked twice, then waited. No response. Frowning slightly, she used her key to unlock the door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights.
The room was exactly as it had been that morning—undisturbed.
"Where the hell is Silas?" Kara wondered as she scanned the empty room.