The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 509: The Thing Bound in Chains [III]

Chapter 509: Chapter 509: The Thing Bound in Chains [III]

The guardian changed its approach.

There was no roar, no sudden burst of speed meant to announce the shift. It simply stopped hesitating. The pauses vanished. The space between its movements closed, and the Shard in its chest began to pulse with a slower, heavier cadence that pressed against the air itself.

It advanced.

Each step sank into the ground, chains scraping and grinding as they dragged across stone reinforced by Elyra’s magic. The terrain held for a moment longer than it should have—then cracked anyway, fractures spreading like stress lines in glass.

Garron moved to meet it.

Mana flooded his body without restraint, muscle hardening past comfort into something raw and punishing. He caught the first blow straight on, arms locking around a chain-wrapped limb as it came down. The impact drove the breath from his lungs and shoved him back, boots skidding, stone screaming under the strain.

He stayed upright.

The second strike followed immediately, faster than before. A chain lashed sideways, its weight magnified by the Shard’s pull. Garron twisted into it, taking the hit across his shoulder. The sound it made wasn’t sharp—it was dull, like something heavy breaking something else that didn’t quite give.

Blood slipped from his nose. Then from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away with the back of his hand, jaw clenched, eyes fixed forward as if looking away would make the ground vanish under him.

Behind him, Charlotte kept her palm pressed to his back. The Blessing never flared or shone dramatically—it just stayed there, steady, layered over muscle and bone like invisible reinforcement. Her breathing hitched. Color drained from her face in small, noticeable increments, each second shaving something away.

Elyra reacted on instinct. Plates of magic snapped into place, floating barriers forming in the guardian’s path.

The next blow shattered one outright. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The plates didn’t scatter. They collapsed inward, crushed by a single downward strike that sent fragments of mana dispersing like dust. The message was unmistakable.

This wasn’t something to be stalled forever.

The guardian shifted its stance, drove one of its chains deep into the ground, and pulled. Its massive frame pivoted with terrifying momentum, the embedded chain acting as an anchor point.

The swing came sideways.

Wide. Heavy. Unforgiving.

And there was no time to pretend it wouldn’t land.

The swing hit like a collapsing wall.

The chain tore through the space they’d been standing in a heartbeat earlier, the impact spreading outward instead of focusing on a single point. Elyra barely had time to raise her arms before the force caught her and Elena both, flinging them off their feet and across the broken ground. They hit hard, skidding until rubble and Elyra’s own stabilizing magic stopped them from going farther.

Selene didn’t try to block it.

She twisted gravity around herself and stepped sideways through it, her body snapping into a different vector just as the chain passed where her head had been. The move saved her from the direct hit—but the landing wasn’t clean. She stumbled, boots scraping, and went down on one knee, breath leaving her in a sharp hiss.

Elena didn’t get that lucky.

A jagged fragment of chain tore free during the swing and caught her across the side as she rolled, ripping through fabric and skin alike. Blood darkened her clothes almost immediately. She sucked in a breath, pain flashing across her face, but she didn’t stop moving.

"Still standing," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Leaves burst outward around her in a sudden spiral.

"Flourish Veil."

The swirl of green cut across the space between her and the guardian, deflecting smaller debris and buying just enough room for Elyra to pull herself upright and re-anchor the ground beneath them.

Charlotte was already there.

She pressed a hand to Elena’s side, light seeping through her fingers in a thin, restrained flow. It wasn’t enough to heal the wound completely—just enough to stop the bleeding and keep Elena on her feet.

Charlotte’s breath hitched again. Her shoulders sagged for half a second before she straightened, jaw set.

At the front, Garron took another hit.

This one came straight down. He braced, mana roaring through his frame, and caught it—but something gave. His left arm buckled under the weight, twisting at an angle that made his vision blur white for a moment.

He snarled and stayed standing anyway.

"I can still take it," he said through clenched teeth.

Charlotte didn’t look at him. "You’re already past ’can.’"

The guardian didn’t respond to the words.

It lifted its arm slowly, chains tightening as the Shard in its chest flared brighter than before. The air around it thickened, pressure folding inward instead of spreading out.

Selene stepped forward without announcing it.

The air around her dropped several degrees in an instant as frost spread outward in a widening ring, ice crawling across stone, debris, and broken ground alike. Gravity folded into it a moment later, pressing down unevenly, warping how weight behaved inside the zone.

"Permafrost Halo."

The effect wasn’t clean. It wasn’t gentle. The cold bit into everyone standing within range, allies included, muscles stiffening as footing became treacherous.

The guardian slowed.

She followed it with short, brutal bursts of gravity, never holding it long enough to drain herself dry. Each pulse forced the guardian’s movements to hitch, chains grinding as they resisted both weight and frost at the same time.

Elyra dropped to one knee again, teeth clenched as she traced another pattern into the ground.

"Mana Grid," she said, breath tight.

Lines flared beneath their feet, stabilizing spells, reinforcing reactions, buying them fractions of seconds they desperately needed. A heartbeat later, one of the guardian’s chains snapped toward Garron’s head.

Elyra slammed her hand down again.

"Runic Delay."

The chain slowed—not stopped, just dragged enough through resistance that Garron managed to twist aside. It tore through the space where his neck had been a moment earlier and carved a trench behind him instead.

"Thanks," Garron growled, forcing his weight onto his good arm.

Elena stayed back, blood dark against her side, vines and roots constantly shifting to prevent collapses, pushing rubble aside, redirecting pressure away from Elyra’s anchors. She didn’t advance. She held the line from breaking.

Noel didn’t stop moving.

Shadow swallowed him, released him, swallowed him again as he and Noir bounced between patches of darkness like skipping stones. Every appearance was brief. A crack of lightning. A shard of ice. A clean cut from Revenant Fang before vanishing again.

"Voltage Needle."

"Glacialis."

The attacks weren’t meant to break the guardian. They were meant to irritate it. To force reactions. To make it adjust.

And then Noel felt it.

He came out of a shadow just long enough to slash across a chain rimed with frost, shadow clinging to the blade as ice cracked against metal. The chain recoiled differently than the others, shuddering instead of snapping back.

Noel reappeared beside Noir, breath sharp.

"...That’s it," he muttered.

His eyes tracked the chains as they moved.

"Holds don’t like cold and shadow together," he said quietly. "Not the same way."