Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 518: Sixth Floor: The Chamber of Seven Seas (33)

Sylus was the catalyst that sparked the tempo of battle. His agility and speed were unmatched, his movements a blur as he danced around the Void Maw Horrors. He could sense the danger before it arrived—an eerie feeling in the water, a shift in the current—and he reacted instantly. As the first Void Maw Horror lunged toward him with its venomous tendrils, Sylus was already moving. He ducked under the swipe, his body curling into a roll, and as the creature's appendage followed him, he summoned a burst of compressed air to push himself backward, out of its reach. The shockwave of the air bubble slammed the creature's tendrils to the side, and Sylus immediately retaliated by summoning ice shards that flew toward its core.

Each movement was instinctive, precise, designed to ensure that he never became the focus of the battle for too long. Explosive air bursts would create diversions, while ice barriers blocked incoming attacks and slowly chipped away at the Void Maw Horrors' terrifying regenerative capabilities. Sylus's dance was a relentless back-and-forth of attack and retreat, buying the others time to press forward.

Jesua was the blade that cut through the storm. With a fierce, unwavering focus, she tackled the Void-Touched Titans head-on, refusing to let their terrifying size or strength overwhelm her. Her speed was her greatest asset. Each time the Titans swung their massive stone fists or stomped their feet, she was there, her body a blur as she sidestepped their attacks, moving with precision that defied the raw power of her enemies. One Titan's fist slammed into the ocean bed, sending up a cloud of sand, but Jesua was already beneath it, her radiant blade cutting through the water as she leapt in, delivering a deep slash to its exposed underbelly. The creature howled, but Jesua was relentless, quickly darting away as it attempted to retaliate.

Her strikes were not random; they were calculated, designed to exploit the Titan's weaknesses—its exposed joints, its soft underbelly, areas where the armor didn't quite fit, or where the magic had altered the Titan's form. Every slash left a glowing mark, a reminder that she was wearing it down. When one of the Titans tried to smash her into the ocean floor with its gargantuan tail, Jesua slipped under it at the last moment, using the Titan's momentum against it, cutting into its spine before springing back to safety. Jesua's ability to stay unpredictable, constantly moving, kept the Titans on edge. They were giant, but she was lightning fast.

Cyrus anchored the team. With his immense strength and battle-hardened endurance, he became the shield that protected his allies. Every Warfiend that flickered in behind Sylus or Jesua was met with the blazing fury of his trident. He held his ground against the relentless phasing enemies, using their speed and aggression to his advantage. His trident crackled with crimson lightning, each strike sending a surge of power through the air, forcing the Warfiends to falter, even if only for a moment. As one phased into existence beside him, Cyrus pivoted, the movement swift but full of intent. He blocked the incoming strike with the shaft of his trident and, in one motion, flung the Warfiend off balance with a powerful sweep. His trident's point shot out, and with an expertly timed electric pulse, he sent the creature crashing into the ocean floor, its body seizing up from the shock.

Cyrus wasn't just a force of raw power; he was a strategist in the chaos. Every time a Warfiend slipped behind Jesua or Sylus, Cyrus was there, his trident intercepting its strikes, redirecting its attacks, and keeping the monsters at bay. He absorbed the brunt of the damage, turning each blow into an opportunity. When a Warfiend attempted to phase behind Jesua, he drove his trident into the ground, creating an electric field that forced the creature to materialize in front of him, just long enough for him to strike.

His presence was steady, constant, like the tide that pulled the others forward. His sheer will kept them from buckling under the weight of the battle. But he was also keenly aware that, despite their success, this fight was not yet won. The horrors pouring through the rift were still relentless, and each wave was more ferocious than the last.

The trio's tactics were perfectly designed to cover each other's weaknesses and amplify their strengths. Sylus's evasive maneuvers created space, keeping the Void Maw Horrors from closing in. Every time Jesua needed room to deliver a fatal blow, Sylus would place an ice wall between her and the creatures, or blast them back with a burst of air, buying her time to move in and strike again. As Jesua kept the Void-Touched Titans off balance with her speed and precision, Cyrus would draw the Warfiends' attacks, using his trident's power to redirect them and give the team a moment to reset.

Jesua's agility allowed her to dart between the massive Titans, attacking their weak points while using their size to keep herself safe from their larger attacks. Sylus would lay down peripheral defenses, his ice and air magic acting as a wall or a distraction when needed, creating openings for Jesua to make her devastating strikes. Meanwhile, Cyrus kept the Warfiends occupied, keeping them from interfering with Jesua or Sylus's more vulnerable moments.

Their coordination was instantaneous—each one read the other's movements with precision, anticipating what needed to happen next. Sylus could feel the weight of battle bearing down on them, but there was no hesitation. He knew what he had to do to protect Jesua, and he trusted Cyrus to hold the line against the Warfiends.

Just as they began to feel the flow of battle, the sky above them ripped open once again, and from the cosmic eye, a new wave of horrors surged forth. The sea trembled as giant, venomous sea serpents with scales as black as night twisted through the water, their massive jaws snapping and their bodies coiling like titanic snakes. Behind them came scythe-wielding monstrosities, their twisted, angular bodies moving with unnatural precision. These creatures were like nothing they'd faced before, shifting with dark energy that caused the water to ripple violently around them.

But there was no time to think. The battle raged on, and the trio knew that if they stopped, if they faltered, they would be overwhelmed. Their survival depended on their cooperation. Every moment they fought together, they felt the weight of their unity pushing back the tide of horror. The monsters kept coming, but so did the trio's resolve.

With every strike, every counter, they were one step closer to victory, but also one step deeper into the abyss. This battle was far from over.

The abyssal depths darkened, as if the very ocean recoiled at the presence of the entity descending from the cosmic wound above. The vast eye in the sky pulsed, its enormous, otherworldly gaze locking onto the battlefield, its silent judgment absolute. A cold pressure pressed against the trio's chests, a force deeper than the sea itself, not physical but existential, like the weight of something that had existed long before their world was born.

And then, he arrived.

The Abyssal Warlord did not descend as a mortal would, swimming or sinking through the water. No—he simply appeared, as if the void itself had folded around him. The very ocean warped in his presence, the currents bending unnaturally, twisting toward him like the deep sea itself acknowledged his dominion.

He was colossal.

Though his shape was humanoid, it was wrong, twisted, as if sculpted by something that had only half-understood what a warrior should be. His armor was not metal, but something alive, something shifting, almost like blackened liquid wrapped around an unholy form. The eerie glow of his three abyssal eyes burned with an unnatural light, mirroring the cosmic eye above, their cold gaze cutting through the battlefield.

And in his right hand, his weapon.

A trident, but not like any wielded by mortals. Its jagged frame pulsed with shifting tendrils of raw void energy, the currents around it twisting and snapping like reality itself was rejecting its presence. The trident's edges were neither smooth nor defined—it looked like it was still forming, still growing, still deciding how best to kill.

And then, he spoke.

His voice was not simply heard—it was felt.

A deep, resonating force that sent vibrations through the water, through the stone beneath them, through their bones. The ocean itself shuddered at his words, the creatures that served him stiffening, straightening, no longer wild things but soldiers awaiting command. frёeωebɳovel.com

"You have fought well, but your defiance is meaningless. Kneel, and I may grant you the mercy of oblivion."

It was not a request. It was not even a threat. It was a decree, spoken with the certainty of something that had seen eons pass and worlds crumble.

For the first time since the battle began, the monsters stopped.

The Void Maw Horrors, their tendril-laced maws glowing faintly, slithered into a perimeter, their grotesque bodies undulating in synchronized motion. The Void-Touched Titans, massive and impenetrable, did not charge, did not flail—they simply moved into position, blocking every escape route, their piercing abyssal eyes locked onto their prey.