Level Up: Voidwalker-Chapter 356: Look Everyone!

Atlas pulled out of Lilith, who flopped on the bed with a pleasure-filled smile crossing her pretty face. He slapped her ass before turning to Estelle, the blonde moved forward and engulfed his cock. He groaned when the knight's mouth started working him, making sure to clean every inch.

A slurping noise echoed out, but a horrifying roar echoed across the forest they were camping in. Estelle jumped up, wiping her lips as she asked. ''What was that?''

''A Primordial,'' Amethyst was the one to answer as she landed onto the branch in her Phoenix form. ''It's traveling this way with its horde.''

Just then, Grishna, Nulia, and the others appeared on the branch as Atlas began setting up the tent that would house them for the night. After doing that, he created runes to keep the Creatures of the Night away from their resting spot. While doing this, the women did their own thing.

By the flickering firelight, Noorah and Zena slumbered peacefully, while Amethyst, Artemis, and Estelle conversed in hushed tones about their presence in the empire's territory. High in the branches of a nearby tree, Nulia, Lilith, and Medusa kept watch, their eyes tracking a horde of monsters lumbering past below.

Perched on the edge, Atlas sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the looming Primordial as it passed in the distance. Thanks to the runes, the monster couldn't see them, so they were safe. What his blue eyes did see was griffins, used by the Achaemenidians to watch the swarm.

The enemies didn't see them, allowing the group to rest, but he was brought back to reality by Grishna sitting down next to him. ''Everything okay, handsome?'' she asked, a concerned expression crossing their face.

''Just tired thanks to using too much mana in our last fight,'' Atlas answered as she leaned her head on her shoulder.

''Want to make love to recover it?'' she suddenly asked.

He was taken aback and started laughing at the beautiful Orc's words, but he shook his head. ''Not tonight, I can still feel your nails on my back from the last time.''

When Grishna heard this, she giggled before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. Just then, Medusa slid off his neck and transformed into her human form, letting out a loud yawn as her big boobs jiggled with the movements, causing his member to react.

''That was a good sleep,'' she said, sitting down beside him. ''Thanks for letting me use your body heat, master.''

Atlas couldn't help but laugh at the older woman's words, but Artemis's voice broke them from their fun. ''Look, everyone!''

The group rushed to the brunette as explosions echoed in the distance. He narrowed his eyes as Amethyst offered. ''I can go scout it out if you like? They won't be able to see me?''

''Do it, but be careful,'' Atlas answered.

***

Amethyst jumped off the tall branch and transformed into her phoenix form, her wings slicing through the air, heading in the direction of the battle. When she got close, she spotted an Achaemenid army fighting with the smaller monsters of the Primordial's horde while the giant creature stood back, watching the ongoing fight.

She circled around and quickly noticed the empire was losing thanks to the overwhelming numbers of creatures. The soldiers were swarmed as the bigger ones destroyed the war machines or butchered the mages. Seconds later, the giant humanoid-looking beast started throwing boulders at the nearby fortress, destroying it within minutes.

Her violet eyes blazed with shock as the Primordial, a colossus of raw power, surged forward, its massive fist thundering toward her with earth-shaking intent. But in that moment, a barrage of radiant blasts tore through the air, intercepting the beast and forcing its strike astray.

From the chaos, she glimpsed Atlas charging toward her as he unleashed torrents of Void Blasts, each one a searing streak of darkness that battered the towering giant, but to her horror, it grabbed him, his magic the only thing stopping him from being squashed by the mountain-sized monster.

Her heart roared as she saw the man she loved defying the Primordial's wrath to shield her. A surge of fury ignited within her, and purple flames erupted, painting the night sky in a violet inferno. With a cry that echoed through the heavens, she launched herself into the fray, her blazing power hammering the Primordial, a storm of light and fire, fighting to free Atlas from the monster.

Following that, Amethyst's violet flames surged higher, scorching the night and casting jagged shadows across the battlefield. The Primordial roared, its massive body recoiling as her fire lashed at its iron grip, which tightened around Atlas. With a fierce cry, she channeled her power into a blinding crescent of purple flame, slicing through the beast's arm like a divine blade.

The enemy bellowed in agony, its hold faltering just enough for Atlas to wrench free, his Void Blasts still crackling in the air as he stumbled back. Seizing the moment, Amethyst darted forward, her flames coiling around Atlas like a protective shroud. ''Go, now!'' she urged, her voice cutting through the chaos as she transformed into her human form.

Hand in hand, they sprinted through the smoldering battlefield, dodging the Primordial's thrashing limbs as it howled in pursuit. Her flames flared behind them, a blazing barrier that held the beast at bay. With hearts pounding and the ground quaking beneath them, they vanished into the shadowed forest, the Primordial's roars fading into the distance as the duo escaped into the night.

***

Atlas crashed onto the branch next to Amethyst. The couple was breathing heavily as their chests rose up and down. While lying there, a quiet voice reached his ear. ''Atlas.''

He sat up, glancing at the women who were all sitting around the fire, his eyes narrowed at them. ''Who just called my name in a whisper?''

''No one, my love,'' Estelle answered. ''We were talking about the journey through the empire.''

Just then, the voice sounded again, this time from the branches below. ''Come down here, Atlas.''

A chilling whisper slithered through the air, colder and more sinister than before, jerking Atlas to his feet. His hands trembled as he readied a Void Blast, its dark energy pulsing faintly in the oppressive gloom. Peering over the jagged edge, his breath caught, and his heart plummeted into an icy abyss.

There, in the dim moonlight, crouched a grotesque humanoid, its emaciated frame unnaturally twisted, eyes glowing like twin embers in a skull-like face, poised to spring toward him with a guttural hiss. Before Atlas could react, a black wolf emerged from the inky shadows, its yellow eyes glinting with feral malice.

With a sickening crunch, its jaws clamped onto the creature's neck, black ichor spraying as the humanoid let out a bone-chilling wail. The wolf's growl reverberated through the stillness, its teeth tearing deeper, as Atlas stood frozen, the Void Blast flickering in his hands, the night growing darker and more ravenous around him.

''Zena! Get back up here now!'' Atlas shouted at the wolf woman.

When Zena heard that, she turned to him with a confused expression crossed her face, but listened and vanished into a nearby shadow only to appear next to him as she asked. ''What's wrong, darling?''

''Watch,'' he replied, pointing at the branches below.

They peered into the shadowed canopy below. A faint chittering echoed, rising like a tide of dread. Suddenly, the branches shuddered, and from the darkness, more of the grotesque humanoids emerged, their skeletal forms crawling like spiders across the twisted limbs that creeped the couple out.

Their black eyes glowed in clusters, dozens of them, flickering with hunger as they scuttled upward, clawing at the bark with jagged, bony fingers, their hisses blending into a nightmarish chorus. ''They're coming for us,'' he whispered, his voice taut. Zena's wolfish snarl deepened, her body coiling as she bared her fangs, ready to spring.

The tree groaned under the weight of the advancing horde, their emaciated limbs snapping twigs as they climbed, their glowing eyes locking onto their prey. The night seemed to pulse with their presence, the shadows themselves conspiring to drag Atlas and Zena into the abyss below.

Atlas's heart thundered, but his resolve hardened. With a fierce cry, he thrust both hands forward, unleashing a torrential wave of Void Bullets, each a searing orb of inky energy that tore through the air like a storm of obsidian daggers. The blasts struck the nearest creatures, shattering their twisted forms into bursts of black blood that splattered across the branches.

Zena crouched beside him, her wolfish eyes glinting with feral intensity as she guarded his flank, ready to pounce. The tree trembled, splinters flying as the Void Bullets ripped through the horde, killing dozens. Yet, from the shadows below, more glowing eyes emerged, undeterred, their hisses growing louder, more frenzied, as they clambered over the remains of their kin, driven by an insatiable hunger.

Atlas's breath came in sharp gasps, the air thick with the stench of decay and the pulse of the encroaching darkness.