Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 493: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (14)

The enemies began to adapt, working in concert to overwhelm the trio. A group of Fishmen surrounded Sylus, their watery projectiles forming a deadly crossfire. Sylus spun his staff, creating a barrier of frost that absorbed the brunt of the attack, but cracks began to form in his defense. He raised his hand, summoning a freezing cyclone that swept the Fishmen off their feet and slammed them into the walls of the cavern.

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Meanwhile, Cyrus found himself grappling with a Fathom Crawler that had managed to trap him in a crushing hold. The creature's pincers tightened around his midsection, threatening to snap his ribs. With a growl, Cyrus channeled his Leviathan strength, his muscles rippling as he pushed against the pincers. The water around him surged, amplifying his power, and with a roar, he broke free, shoving the creature backward. He retrieved his trident and drove it into the crawler's chest, the weapon emitting a burst of kinetic energy that sent shockwaves through the water.

Jesua regrouped with Sylus, covering him as he prepared another spell. A group of Abyssal Wraiths descended on them, their claws slicing through the water like scythes. Jesua moved like a shadow, intercepting each strike with her blades and countering with precision. One wraith managed to graze her shoulder, its touch burning with cold malice, but she retaliated by plunging her sword into its chest, banishing it in a burst of light.

The battle showed no signs of abating, the trio's movements growing more synchronized as they adapted to the chaos. Sylus focused on controlling the battlefield, freezing sections of the terrain to limit enemy movement. Cyrus acted as the anchor, his trident a blur of defensive and offensive maneuvers. Jesua was the finisher, darting in to exploit openings with ruthless efficiency.

But the enemies continued to press, their numbers seemingly endless. The trio fought on, their strategies and skill the only things keeping them from being overwhelmed. The cavern became a whirlwind of motion, light, and shadow, each clash pushing them closer to their limits.

The chaos in the submerged ruins reached a fever pitch as the trio battled the unrelenting onslaught of Crab Men, Fishmen, Abyssal Wraiths, Angler Reavers, and Fathom Crawlers. The enemies' relentless teamwork and sheer power had pushed the trio to their limits, but they refused to relent, their movements a blur of precision and desperation.

A Crab Man lunged at Cyrus, swinging a barnacle-encrusted cutlass. The blade slashed through the water, leaving a distorted trail of bubbles. Cyrus deflected it with a sharp parry of his trident, twisting the weapon to disarm the Crab Man in one fluid motion. He used the shaft of his trident to smash the creature's face, sending it spiraling into the jagged coral.

From above, an Abyssal Wraith descended, its spectral claws glowing with malevolent energy. Sylus intercepted it mid-dive, conjuring a bolt of pure ice that pierced through its chest. The wraith dissolved with a distorted scream, but its demise was short-lived as another surged toward him. Sylus thrust his staff forward, summoning a whirling vortex of frost that captured the wraith and froze it solid.

Meanwhile, Jesua was surrounded by a trio of Fishmen, their watery blades slicing through the dense water with deadly speed. She ducked and twisted, avoiding one slash, then parried another with a flick of her short sword. She vaulted over the third Fishman, landing a clean strike to the back of its neck. As it collapsed, the remaining two attacked in unison. Jesua feinted to her left, then drove her blade into the chest of one and threw a dagger at the other, pinning it to a coral outcrop.

The Gigantic Leviathan Horror was a grotesque amalgamation, its nightmarish form a testament to the unholy fusion of its many parts. The sheer scale of the beast was overwhelming, its massive frame stretching from the cavern floor to the shadowed ceiling above. Every inch of its body exuded a malevolent presence, a blend of raw power and eldritch terror that seemed to warp the very water around it.

The torso was the most striking feature, a glowing skeletal structure reminiscent of the Abyssal Wraiths. Translucent, pulsating shadow-flesh wrapped tightly around its ribs, exposing a core of crackling, dark energy that radiated with unnatural heat and light. Jagged spines erupted along its back, dripping with a viscous, inky substance that dispersed into the water like smoke. The ribs occasionally opened and closed, as though the creature were breathing, each motion accompanied by an eerie creaking sound.

The head was a grotesque parody of the Angler Reavers, its oversized skull bearing sharp, uneven teeth that jutted out in every direction. The bioluminescent lure dangled from its forehead, swaying hypnotically and casting an eerie blue glow that illuminated the cavern with an unsettling light. The lure's bulb pulsed in rhythm with the beast's movements, occasionally emitting a faint hum that resonated through the water. Its eyes, dozens of them scattered asymmetrically across its face, glowed faintly with a cold, white light, tracking the trio with unnerving precision.

The creature's arms and legs were an amalgamation of the Crab Men's jagged pincers and the Fathom Crawlers' elongated, spindly appendages. Each arm split into multiple segments, ending in wickedly sharp claws that clicked ominously as they moved. Its legs were covered in barnacle-like growths, with thick, chitinous plates that seemed impervious to harm. Tentacles sprouted from its sides, each one lined with glowing, rune-like patterns that pulsed as they moved, ready to constrict or strike with whip-like speed.

The outer surface of its body was a chaotic blend of textures: the smooth, bioluminescent slickness of the Fishmen, the rugged, rock-like ridges of the Crab Men, and the ethereal, shadowy mist of the Abyssal Wraiths. It seemed to shift constantly, as though the creature's form was not entirely stable, patches of its body morphing between states of solidity and translucence.

Dozens of tentacles writhing from its lower body added to the monstrosity's chaotic form, each one tipped with razor-sharp barbs or spiked pads. They moved with a frightening combination of fluidity and strength, capable of striking at any angle with the speed of a serpent. These tentacles glowed faintly with deep purple and crimson hues, releasing tendrils of energy into the water that created disorienting currents and occasional flashes of light.

Surrounding the Leviathan Horror was a faint aura of darkness, a miasma of energy that seemed to sap the warmth from the water and distort the ambient light. The water near its body shimmered with unnatural currents, warping the trio's perception of distance and movement. Tiny motes of glowing particles floated around the creature, swirling like a corrupted underwater constellation.

The creature's movements were accompanied by deep, guttural growls that reverberated through the water, shaking the cavern walls. Its voice, when it roared, was a horrifying mix of wailing specters, the clicking of claws, and a guttural bellow that sent vibrations through the trio's very bones.

The Gigantic Leviathan Horror was a monstrosity born of the abyss, a creature that defied nature and logic, exuding both raw power and an overwhelming sense of dread. It loomed over the trio like a living nightmare, each motion deliberate and filled with malice, as though the very act of its existence was an affront to the natural world.

The monster roared, the sound a mix of distorted wails and guttural growls, as it unleashed its first attack. A massive claw slashed toward Cyrus, displacing the water with such force that it nearly knocked him off his feet. He dove to the side, using his trident to catch the edge of the claw and redirect its momentum. He countered with a thrust, aiming for the monster's glowing chest, but a tendril lashed out and batted him away like a doll. Cyrus crashed into a coral pillar, the impact cracking his armor but not his resolve.

Jesua sprinted toward the monster's flank, weaving through the chaotic currents it generated. A massive tentacle lashed toward her, but she anticipated the move, sliding under it and slashing upward with both blades. Sparks flew as her weapons carved through its chitinous surface, but the wound quickly sealed itself with a surge of shadowy energy. Another tendril came whipping toward her, but she leapt onto a protruding chunk of coral, using it as a springboard to launch herself higher. From midair, she hurled a dagger at the creature's glowing lure, the blade embedding itself with a flash of sparks. The monster roared, momentarily disoriented.

Sylus stayed at a distance, his hands weaving complex sigils as he summoned a massive, frost-bound barrier to slow the creature's movements. He slammed his staff into the ground, sending spikes of ice shooting upward to pierce the monster's legs. The creature's movements slowed, but its power surged, shattering the ice with an explosive burst of water. Sylus gritted his teeth and conjured a swirling blizzard, the freezing winds wrapping around the monster and forcing it to divert energy into resisting the cold.