Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 249: World of Seas (1)

Seventeenth through twentieth assassins, recognizing the escalating threat, adopted a coordinated approach. Cyrus responded with a breathtaking display of water manipulation, creating intricate currents that disrupted their formation. He harnessed the liquid environment to enhance his own movements, evading strikes with a dancer’s grace. The room became a dynamic battleground, water responding to Cyrus’s every intention as he engaged each adversary with a strategic combination of martial prowess and elemental mastery.

The fifteenth and sixteenth assassins, having recovered from their initial setbacks, pressed the attack with renewed determination. They circled Cyrus, daggers gleaming in the dim light, anticipating his every move. Cyrus, however, anticipated their anticipation, using the water to create illusions and misdirect their attention. As the fifteenth assassin lunged forward, Cyrus sidestepped gracefully, causing the attacker to collide with the watery mirage. Simultaneously, he redirected the momentum of the sixteenth, forcing them to stumble into a controlled sweep of water that disarmed them.

Seventeenth and eighteenth, armed with short swords, approached with cautious precision. Cyrus, aware of their heightened coordination, employed a defensive strategy, creating a barrier of water to absorb their strikes. With swift, calculated movements, he struck back, disarming the seventeenth and delivering a powerful kick to the eighteenth, sending them sprawling. The room echoed with the metallic ring of blades meeting water.

Nineteenth and twentieth, armed with concealed throwing knives, launched a synchronized assault. Cyrus responded with a burst of water manipulated into a rapid, spinning shield that intercepted the incoming projectiles. Seizing the initiative, he unleashed torrents of water, disorienting the assassins and leaving them vulnerable. With a series of fluid movements, Cyrus incapacitated the nineteenth with a joint lock while immobilizing the twentieth in a sphere of swirling water.

As the room gradually quieted, Cyrus stood amidst the incapacitated assassins, the remnants of his watery battlefield glistening on the floor. The shadows of his defeated foes cast eerie reflections on the wet surfaces, a testament to his mastery of both martial arts and elemental manipulation. The encounter left Cyrus with a heightened awareness of his evolved abilities, the room now a testament to the dance of water and combat that unfolded within its confines.

As Cyrus stood amidst the incapacitated assassins, a sudden, unsettling hunger seized him. An insatiable craving overpowered his senses, drowning rational thought in a sea of primal instinct. Before he could fully comprehend the depth of this newfound appetite, a gruesome transformation unfolded.

Driven by an almost feral compulsion, Cyrus descended upon the fallen assassins. Limb from limb, he tore into their flesh with an animalistic fervor, disregarding the boundaries of life and death. Some still clung to consciousness, their screams merging with the grotesque symphony of consumption.

The room, once a battlefield, now bore witness to a macabre feast. Crimson streaks marred the wet surfaces as Cyrus, gripped by an uncontrollable force, devoured every part of the fallen adversaries. It was a grisly display, a descent into a realm where the boundaries between predator and prey blurred into a savage dance of survival.

As the last remnants of the assassins disappeared into the abyss of Cyrus’s insatiable hunger, he stood alone in the aftermath, a figure transformed by the darkness that now coursed through his veins. The room, once echoing with the clash of combat, fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Cyrus’s labored breaths, now sated by a feast that defied the very essence of humanity.

Cyrus, his clothing stained with the aftermath of the gruesome feast, took a moment to clean himself up as best he could. With a damp cloth, he wiped away the most conspicuous traces of blood, though the lingering scent of iron clung to the air around him. As he adjusted his attire, he wore an enigmatic smile, a blend of satisfaction and the lingering remnants of the feral hunger that had overtaken him.

Exiting the room, Cyrus was met with the stunned gaze of two guards who had unwittingly become witnesses to the macabre scene. One of them, unable to contain his visceral reaction, doubled over and retched, his stomach rebelling against the horrifying spectacle he had just witnessed. The other guard, a mixture of shock and disgust etched on his face, clutched his abdomen as if trying to stave off the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Don’t worry, I know where to go. I know he wants to see me."

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[Name: Cyrus]

[Race: Leviathan-Blood Hybrid]

[Class: Aether Magician]

[Level: 50/50] (100/100) XP Needed

[HP: 50/50 MP: 30/30 SP: 15/15] - Leviathan-Blood Hybrid

[Strength: 25] - Leviathan-Blood Hybrid

[Defense: 35] - Leviathan-Blood Hybrid

[Magic: 30] - Leviathan-Blood Hybrid

[Speed: 20] - Leviathan-Blood Hybrid

[Aether: 40] - Leviathan-Blood Hybrid

[Skills: [Tidal Strike] [Water Manipulation Mastery] [Leviathan’s Embrace] [Venomous Torrent] [Abyssal Mastery] [Aetheric Infusion] [Aether Control] [Aether Explosion] [Aether Creation] [Bloodlust Incarnate] [Tangible Bloodlust] [Empowerment of The Giants] [Tarot Power: [World of Flesh] [Locked] (Upside Down World) [Locked] [Locked]

[Planetary Destroying Dagger Arts: [Pluto] [Neptune] [Uranus] [Saturn] [Jupiter] [Mars] [Venus] [Mercury]

[Runic Skills: [Fingers: Water Strings] [Arm: Brand of the Controller] [Spine: Brand of The Angel]

[Passive Skills: [Aquatic Form] [Leviathan’s Aura] [Light Allied Aura] [Dark Enemy Aura] [Trait: Aether] [Angel Core] [Heightened Senses of an Assassin] [XP Enhancer]

[Master of Mana: [Foreign Mana Control]

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"I guess I won’t see the real increase in stats until I actually class up... then I might turn into a full leviathan with an additional evolution."

Cyrus approached the grand doors of the throne room, a sense of trepidation washing over him. Despite his newfound strength, an intangible aura emanating from the other side of those doors hinted at entities of unimaginable power. He had believed himself to have reached the pinnacle of his capabilities, but the looming presence on the other side suggested an entirely different scale of strength.

As the massive doors swung open, revealing the transformed throne room, Cyrus was met with a surreal sight. The room, now filled with water, defied the laws of physics, keeping its aquatic environment contained within its boundaries. A delicate ecosystem thrived within, and two pairs of ancient eyes locked onto him, sending shivers down his spine.

The ruler of the Leviathan City, seated regally on a throne adorned with Leviathan motifs, observed Cyrus with a gaze that transcended mortal comprehension. Beside the ruler, a colossal Leviathan circled protectively, its scales gleaming with an otherworldly luminescence. The sheer magnitude of their presence dwarfed Cyrus’s newfound abilities, emphasizing the vast difference in their power.

A silence hung in the water-filled chamber, broken only by the rhythmic movements of the Leviathan’s tail and the subtle currents caressing the ornate structures. Cyrus, despite his enhanced senses, couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of insignificance in the face of the beings before him.

The tendril of water shot out with swift and undulating grace, wrapping around Cyrus and pulling him into the heart of the throne room. As he descended, the surroundings shifted, revealing the true magic within the aquatic sanctuary. The water, now illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow, seemed to carry the whispers of ancient secrets.

The once-static structures now pulsed with an arcane energy, responding to the ruler’s will. Corals adorned with intricate runes lined the walls, casting a mystical radiance. Schools of phantom fish, their forms comprised of shimmering light, weaved through the water, creating an otherworldly dance.

The throne, a centerpiece of power, stood amidst a field of blossoming aquatic flora. A mesmerizing play of light filtered through the water, casting intricate patterns on the chamber’s stone floor. The atmosphere, charged with an unseen force, suggested that the throne room itself held the essence of a living entity.

As the Leviathan continued its celestial dance around Cyrus, the radiance from its scales created a symphony of colors that bathed the entire chamber in ethereal light. The bioluminescence extended beyond mere illumination; it was an expression of the Leviathan’s essence, a living tapestry of spectral hues that intertwined with the aquatic flora.

The scales, each a masterpiece of nature’s artistry, emitted a soft, pulsating glow that intensified as the Leviathan’s movements grew more intricate. The play of light on its sinuous body formed a mesmerizing display, resembling the dance of celestial constellations beneath the ocean’s surface. The vibrant hues seemed to shift and meld, creating an ever-changing kaleidoscope that mirrored the Leviathan’s ancient and mysterious nature.

The Leviathan’s tail, adorned with delicate fins resembling ethereal tendrils, left trails of bioluminescent particles in its wake. The water responded to its presence, forming liquid symphonies that accompanied the Leviathan’s every motion. The entire spectacle created an otherworldly ambiance, where the boundaries between magic and reality blurred, and the chamber became a sanctuary of enchantment.

Cyrus, surrounded by this awe-inspiring display, felt a profound connection to the Leviathan’s magic. The radiance seemed to seep into his very core, resonating with the latent power within him. In the presence of this colossal Leviathan, Cyrus sensed that he was but a small part of a grand tapestry woven by the Leviathan City’s magic—an intricate dance of light and water that held the secrets of an ancient and enigmatic realm.

The Leviathan’s colossal presence dominated the throne room, its sheer size defying any conventional understanding of marine life. The undulating motion of its massive body generated currents that coursed through the water, creating a symphony of movement that echoed through the chamber. With each majestic flick of its powerful tail, the Leviathan commanded the water, shaping it into a living canvas upon which its ancient power was painted.