Shadow Husband:I Have a Hidden SSS-Class System-Chapter 64: THE DRAGON’S FURY

The Flame Drake’s wings beat once, twice, lifting its massive form into the arena’s upper reaches.

Phase two. Aerial combat.

This was where most teams lost their first casualty—a hunter caught unprepared by the shift from ground to air combat, struck by a divebomb they didn’t see coming.

Last time, Sari died here. Caught by the Drake’s first aerial flame breath while repositioning. Burned to death in three seconds.

Not this time.

"Ranged DPS spread to marked positions!" Rama commanded. "Melee DPS, defensive formations, prepare to dodge divebombs! The Drake’s aerial pattern is predictable—flame breath, divebomb, wing razor, repeat. Cycle time is forty-five seconds. First attack targets southwest quadrant in eight seconds!"

The team repositioned with practiced precision.

"Southwest clear! Ranged DPS, prepare to fire during the breath attack—it’s vulnerable for three seconds while channeling flames!"

The Drake’s chest glowed with building fire. It angled toward the southwest quadrant—exactly as predicted.

"Breath attack NOW! Ranged DPS, FIRE!"

Flame erupted from the Drake’s maw, scorching the empty southwest quadrant.

While it breathed, Sri, Johan, and four other ranged hunters unleashed their strongest spells. Ice lances, fire blasts, lightning bolts—all struck the vulnerable Drake mid-attack.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 60% → 55%]

"Divebomb next! Target is northeast quadrant! Clear the zone! Melee DPS, when it commits to the dive, strike the wings—that’s the aerial phase weak point!"

The Drake banked hard, building speed, angling for a devastating divebomb toward the northeast.

Everyone cleared the target zone.

The Drake committed, diving at terminal velocity, claws extended, flames trailing.

"NOW! Melee DPS, jump and strike the wings!"

Bima, Agus, and three other melee specialists timed their jumps perfectly, meeting the Drake mid-dive, striking its wings at the joints.

The Drake’s dive trajectory destabilized. It crashed into the ground instead of pulling up gracefully.

[FLAME DRAKE: STUNNED - 5 SECONDS]

"Everyone! Five-second vulnerability! Maximum damage!"

The entire team converged, unleashing everything. Coordinated assault from all angles. The Drake couldn’t defend, couldn’t evade, couldn’t counter.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 55% → 46%]

The Drake recovered with a furious roar, launching back into the air, but its HP had dropped dangerously fast.

"Wing razor next! Horizontal sweep at three-meter height! Everyone either crouch below or jump above—middle height is death zone!"

The Drake’s wings glowed with cutting energy. It swept low across the arena, wings extended like enormous blades.

Half the team crouched. Half jumped.

The razor-edged wings passed through empty air at the three-meter mark where no one remained.

Perfect dodge. Zero casualties. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Forty-three percent HP! Approaching phase three threshold! Fifteen more seconds of aerial phase, then it grounds for berserker mode! Prepare for the shift!"

The Drake continued its pattern—breath, divebomb, razor, repeat—but now everyone knew what was coming. Rama called each attack ten seconds in advance. The team executed perfect dodges every time.

While simultaneously hammering the vulnerable windows with coordinated damage.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 43% → 37% → 32%]

"Thirty-two percent! Phase three imminent! The Drake will ground hard in the center, create a shockwave, then enter berserker mode! When I call it, everyone to the walls—shockwave has fifteen-meter radius! Five seconds!"

Thirty-one percent.

The Drake’s attack pattern shifted again. Faster wing beats. Erratic flight path. Eyes blazing brighter.

"Phase three NOW! To the walls!"

The team sprinted to the arena edges.

The Drake crashed down in the center with earth-shaking force. The impact created a massive shockwave that would have killed anyone within fifteen meters.

But the team was at twenty meters. Safe.

The shockwave dissipated. The Drake rose from the crater, scales glowing white-hot, speed visibly increased, power radiating.

[FLAME DRAKE - PHASE 3: BERSERKER MODE]

[ATTACK SPEED: +50%]

[DAMAGE: +75%]

[CONTROL: -40%]

"Berserker mode active!" Rama announced. "Enhanced speed and damage, but reduced control creates vulnerability windows! The Drake attacks faster but becomes predictable! I’m calling a fifteen-attack sequence—trust the timing absolutely!"

The Drake charged.

Not with calculated precision but with raw fury.

"Flame claw, three o’clock! Dodge left!"

Perfect dodge.

"Tail whip, seven o’clock! Jump!"

Executed flawlessly.

"Flame breath, no targeting, area denial! Everyone to northern quarter!"

They repositioned before the Drake even opened its mouth.

"Wing buffet, both wings! Tanks brace center, everyone else to flanks!"

The buffet hit only prepared tanks who weathered it easily.

"Charge attack! It’s coming straight! Sidestep right on my mark! Three, two, one, NOW!"

The entire team sidestepped in unison. The Drake’s charge missed completely, carrying it past them into the arena wall.

[FLAME DRAKE: STUNNED - 8 SECONDS]

"Eight seconds! All DPS, focus head! That’s the critical point in berserker phase! Maximum damage!"

Every damage dealer focused fire on the Drake’s head. The vulnerable point. The weakness that only appeared in berserker mode when the Drake’s defensive scales retracted slightly.

Massive damage. Critical hits. Devastating coordinated assault.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 32% → 22% → 15%]

The Drake recovered, even more enraged, even faster, even more dangerous.

But also even more predictable to someone who’d fought it three times before.

"Rapid sequence! Flame claw left! Tail right! Wing buffet! Breath attack! Charge! Dodge, dodge, brace, clear, sidestep! NOW, NOW, NOW, MOVE, DODGE!"

The team moved like a choreographed dance, responding to Rama’s calls with perfect timing. Every attack dodged. Every vulnerability exploited. Every opening capitalized.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 15% → 9% → 5%]

"Five percent! Final berserker surge incoming! The Drake will use its ultimate attack—full-arena flame explosion! Fifteen-second charge time, then total coverage except for the throne platform! When I call it, everyone to the throne!"

Three percent.

The Drake planted all four legs, scales blazing white-hot, flames building in its chest, mouth, wings, tail—everywhere.

"Ultimate charge detected! Everyone to the throne! Ten seconds!"

The team sprinted toward the throne platform at the arena’s edge. The one safe zone during the ultimate attack.

"Five seconds!"

They climbed onto the throne platform, thirty hunters packed tight.

"Brace for heat wave! Shields up! Fire resistance buffs active!"

The Flame Drake opened its maw and released a sphere of condensed flame that expanded to fill the entire arena.

Everything burned. The floor. The walls. The air itself turned to fire.

Except the throne platform—ancient magic protecting it, designed as a safe zone during this exact attack.

The team weathered the heat wave, shields and buffs protecting them, watching the inferno rage.

Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds.

The flames dissipated.

The Drake collapsed, utterly spent from the ultimate attack. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Gasping.

[FLAME DRAKE: EXHAUSTED - 20 SECONDS]

"NOW! EVERYONE! TWENTY SECONDS OF TOTAL VULNERABILITY! FINISH IT!"

The entire team descended on the exhausted Drake like an avalanche.

Every attack. Every skill. Every ability. Everything they had left.

Coordinated. Devastating. Unstoppable.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 3% → 2% → 1%]

The Drake tried to rise, tried to fight, tried to defend.

But thirty hunters hitting it simultaneously was too much.

Too many attacks. Too much damage. Too coordinated.

[FLAME DRAKE HP: 1% → 0%]

The Flame Drake roared one final time—not in fury, but in defeat.

Then it collapsed. Dissolved into light particles. Dead.

[DUNGEON CLEARED: CORRUPTED TOWER]

[BOSS DEFEATED: FLAME DRAKE]

[CLEAR TIME: 4 HOURS, 51 MINUTES]

[CASUALTIES: 0]

[NEW GUILD RECORD]

[PERFECT CLEAR ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED]

Silence filled the arena as the notifications appeared.

Then Bima started laughing. Hysterical, disbelieving laughter.

"Four hours, fifty-one minutes! The record was seven hours, forty-three minutes! We beat it by almost THREE HOURS!"

"Zero deaths," Dewi added, staring at her System notification. "Twenty floors. Level 55 boss. Zero casualties. Perfect clear achievement. That’s never happened. Not once in guild history. Not once in ANY guild’s history for this dungeon."

"The boss fight took nine minutes, forty-seven seconds," Johan said, checking his combat log. "Nine minutes. For a Level 55 boss. That’s impossible. That’s..."

"That’s Champion-coordinated perfect execution," Rama finished. "That’s what we need to replicate against the void entities. This level of coordination. This degree of trust. This perfect teamwork."

Hendra approached, his expression transformed. All skepticism gone. All doubt erased. Only awe remained.

"Twenty floors. Zero deaths. Record time by three hours. Perfect clear achievement. Boss defeated in under ten minutes." He extended his hand. "I was wrong about everything. You’re not just legitimate. You’re extraordinary. And humanity needs exactly what you just demonstrated."

Rama shook his hand. "Humanity needs armies of this. Champions leading teams. Coordinated across battlefields. Perfect execution against extinction."

"You’ll have them. All the resources. All the volunteers. All the support." Hendra turned to the team. "Everyone—when we return, we mobilize. Champion trials. Void preparation. Everything Rama has been requesting. No more delays. No more politics. We prepare for war."

Thirty voices in unison: "Agreed!"

Sri approached Rama, respect and wonder in her expression. "You called every attack. Every phase transition. Every vulnerability window. Perfect accuracy. Twenty floors of perfect calls. How is that even possible?"

"Because I’ve seen this fight before. In every possible variation. Every mistake. Every death. Every failure." He looked at each hunter. "And I’ve seen the optimal path. The perfect timeline where everyone lives. That’s what I led you through today. The perfect timeline."

"Then lead us through the perfect timeline against the void," Dewi said. "Because after today, we believe Completely. Whatever you need us to do, wherever you need us to fight—we’ll follow."

Affirmatives from everyone.

The entire team, converted from skeptics to absolute believers.

Ready to die for humanity’s survival.

Ready to become Champions themselves.

Ready for war.

Rama smiled.

Last time, recruitment was desperate. Slow. Reluctant.

This time, they were volunteering eagerly. Believing completely. Prepared to sacrifice.

Exactly what humanity needed.

Exactly what would save everyone.

The team began collecting loot from the Drake’s remains, but Rama stood apart, looking at the throne platform where they’d weathered the ultimate attack.

His System chimed.

[QUEST COMPLETE: PROVE CHAMPION CAPABILITY]

[REWARD: GUILD ALLIANCE SECURED]

[ETERNAL BOND GUILD: FULL COOPERATION UNLOCKED]

[VOLUNTEERS AVAILABLE: 87]

[RESOURCES ALLOCATED: MAXIMUM]

[NEW QUEST AVAILABLE: CREATE CHAMPION ARMY]

[OBJECTIVE: 50 CHAMPIONS BEFORE HERALD ARRIVAL]

[TIME REMAINING: 37 DAYS]