Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 499: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (20)

From the creature's back, massive bat-like fins unfurled, their thin, membrane-like surface rippling with shadows and veins of electric blue light. These fins were jagged and spiked, resembling a fusion of shark fins and manta ray wings, each edge lined with venomous, barbed spines. The edges of these fins crackled with dark energy, and whenever they flared, they seemed to send waves of distorted current through the water, disorienting anyone caught within their range.

The fins were not simply ornamental, however; they were weapons in themselves, capable of striking and slicing through the water like razors, and whenever they came into contact with an opponent, they left deep gashes and electric shocks. The tendrils of dark energy that flickered along the creature's back began to extend outward like whips, moving in eerie unison with the fins, adding another layer of attack to the creature's arsenal.

The Leviathan's tail had become an enormous, coiled mass of shadowy flesh—thick and powerful, lined with scalelike armor. Each movement sent ripples through the surrounding water, and the tail could now strike with incredible force, sweeping across the battlefield with devastating impact. As it lashed, the tail cracked open, revealing dark, glowing veins that coursed with corrupt magic, crackling with electric surges that spread outward.

The creature's limbs had become more sinuous—long, muscular appendages covered in leathery, pitch-black skin that looked almost too flexible, able to stretch and twist in unnatural directions. The claws at the end of these limbs were sharp, razor-like, and dripped with poisonous ichor that boiled when it made contact with the water. These limbs moved with an inhuman speed, constantly shifting positions to counter any attack and create openings for itself.

The atmosphere around the creature had grown thick with malevolence. The water had become colder, almost unbearably so, as if the Leviathan's presence had frozen the very currents of the ocean. The constant pulsing from its body sent waves of dark energy through the water, creating powerful vortexes and current shifts that threatened to drag the trio into its grasp.

The water itself seemed to distort and twist under the weight of the creature's power. Waves of darkness and light warred with each other, and the area around them became a chaotic battlefield, with shadowy whirlpools and gusts of poisoned air colliding in violent bursts. Even the most seasoned warriors would have been hard-pressed to maintain their footing in such conditions.

This new form of the Leviathan Horror—the Abyssal Titan—was no longer just a terrifying force of nature. It had become a multifaceted nightmare, capable of shifting between forms with incredible speed, regenerating rapidly, and attacking with an almost unfathomable number of limbs, tendrils, and magical abilities. Its very presence seemed to drain the light and warmth from the surrounding space, turning the battlefield into an arena of darkness and chaos, where only the bravest or most desperate would dare to face it head-on.

The Abyssal Titan's aura was now overwhelmingly suffocating, pulling the very currents of the water in and out with each subtle shift of its body. Its massive eyes glowed with malignant intent, while a deep, guttural growl echoed through the chamber, sending shockwaves rippling through the water. The ambient temperature around the trio dropped drastically, the oppressive darkness increasing as the beast began summoning even more monstrous minions. The already warping waters began to distort in unnatural ways, pulling shadowy whirlpools that disoriented them.

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The tendrils shot out like coiling whips, each one swinging with incredible force. They were now covered in dark thorns that crackled with electrical energy, ready to rip apart anything they touched.

Sylus, ever the tactician, was the first to react. His eyes tracked the movement of the new Leviathan Horror, analyzing its form, its shifts, and the shadowy currents that emanated from it. He raised his staff, eyes flashing with purpose.

The Leviathan's massive tendrils snapped toward him, but Sylus' reaction was instantaneous. He swept his staff in a broad arc, creating a barrier of frozen water around him. The tendrils struck it, but the ice held—just long enough for Sylus to dive beneath them, rolling through the water with lightning speed.

He propelled himself upward, summoning an explosion of air beneath him that sent him soaring through the water at an angle. The Leviathan's eye followed, but Sylus was already summoning a vortex of water. He unleashed it like a geyser, channeling the pressure of the underwater currents to strike the Titan's exposed underbelly. The water pressure crashed into the creature, momentarily disorienting it, but the Titan quickly adapted, its shadowy limbs spinning to reorient itself.

Without hesitation, Sylus shifted his focus, releasing concentrated shards of ice that exploded upon impact with the creature's armored spine. The ice punctured deep into its flesh, freezing and cracking the shadowy appendages. Sylus moved like a whirlwind, constantly altering his position, never letting the Leviathan get a chance to retaliate without losing its advantage.

Jesua reacted with blinding speed, her radiant blade flashing in the deep water as she dodged out of the path of one of the Leviathan's massive barbed fins. She didn't wait for an opening—she created one.

She darted forward, using the Titan's shifting form to hide her approach. Just as the Leviathan swung a massive tentacle toward her, she swam under the strike, flipping over a rising wave of dark energy. She stabbed upward into one of its many eyes with the tip of her radiant blade, the energy cracking through its blackened surface, causing the creature to roar in agony. The light exploded outward in a blinding flash, but the Titan immediately retaliated with a devastating swipe of its massive barbed tail. Jesua barely managed to dodge it, feeling the rush of displaced water tug at her feet.

She spiraled backward, taking cover behind a rocky outcrop just as more Shadow Sirens emerged from the cracks in the Leviathan's body, their spectral forms screeching as they surged toward her. Jesua responded by summoning a series of radiant slashes, their edges flashing like beams of light as they tore through the Sirens' forms. The light consumed them, disintegrating them instantly, but the Leviathan's minions were relentless.

She used the chaos of the Titan's form to get in close, her movements precise and quick. In one smooth motion, she leaped from the shadows of the Leviathan's tentacles, spinning mid-air, and driving her radiant blade into the Titan's underbelly. The creature shrieked in pain, its body writhing violently. Jesua twisted the blade before pulling it free, narrowly avoiding a retaliatory lash of its massive, barbed tentacle.

Cyrus, ever the powerhouse, stood his ground, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming weight of the creature's presence. He wasn't about to be pushed back now.

The Leviathan's tentacles lashed at him in quick succession, and Cyrus roared in defiance, blocking the strikes with his trident, feeling the force behind each blow reverberate through his body. He pushed back, using his sheer strength to drive the creature's massive appendages away. When the Leviathan sent a series of tendrils spiraling toward him like whips, he responded by slamming his trident into the sea floor to anchor himself. Each strike was absorbed into the thick shaft, the shockwaves dissipating through his muscles as he turned and thrust his trident forward with crushing force.

One of the tendrils cracked and splintered under the pressure, but the Leviathan reacted almost instantly, reshaping its body and regenerating the damaged appendage with sickening speed. The sheer amount of shadowy, shifting flesh it could pull from its form was almost endless, and each time Cyrus struck, it seemed to only grow stronger.

As the battle raged on, the Leviathan attempted to pull Cyrus into its depths, summoning a whirlpool of abyssal magic that threatened to drag him under. But Cyrus, refusing to give an inch, planted his trident in the sand and summoned a shockwave of crimson lightning. The jolt surged outward, sending the vortex rippling away from him. He roared in fury as the shockwave expanded outward, shattering one of the Leviathan's spiked tendrils and forcing the creature to retreat, if only for a moment.

The trio fought in perfect coordination, each of them complementing the other's movements, countering and pushing back with overwhelming force. They were relentless, never letting the Leviathan Horror gain an advantage, staying one step ahead of its shifting forms.

Sylus used his ice to freeze the creature's appendages in place, Jesua found every opening, and Cyrus took the blows head-on with unwavering strength. Together, they danced a deadly dance through the water, trying to keep the massive creature from overwhelming them.

Each time the Leviathan adapted, they countered. Each time the creature summoned more horrors, they annihilated them. And slowly, they could feel the Leviathan's grip weakening, the horror of its newly formed body beginning to crack under the relentless pressure of their combined assault.

But the Leviathan was not done yet—its regenerative powers were near limitless, and as it pushed back against the trio, it began to mutate again, pulling from the shadows of the deep, preparing for a new, more horrific evolution. The fight was far from over.