The Crimson Abyssal Lion didn’t roar in rage, it roared in recognition. The sound was deeper than before, no longer an unrestrained fury of a monarch asserting dominance, but sothing colder and sharper, an acknowledgnt that its prey had crossed a threshold.
The roar rippled outward in layered waves, compressing the air until it scread. The flas wreathing its body recoiled inward as if drawn by an unseen force.
Then, the impossible happened. The Lion began to shrink. Its colossal fra folded inward with terrifying efficiency, bones compressed, muscle fibers condensed rather than diminished. Its massive bulk collapsed into itself like a dying star imploding under its own gravity.
Valeria’s eyes widened slightly, her grip tightening instinctively as the pressure spiked instead of fading. Gregor felt his lungs constrict, wind mana stuttering inside him as if resisting the suffocating density forming ahead.
Vanthrice’s face drained of color. "Second transformation!" she roared, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth as she forced herself upright. "Everyone...brace yourself! This isn’t retreat, this is refinent!"
In the hierarchy of Lord Beasts, raw size was never the peak of power. For creatures that had survived long enough to reach the fifth and sixth orders, there existed a threshold where instinct sharpened into strategy, a point where dominance relied not on overwhelming mass but on perfect efficiency.
The Crimson Abyssal Lion belonged to a lineage infamous for this trait, a bloodline that refined itself through countless hunts and battles, shedding excess until only lethality remained.
When the transformation ended, the beast stood no taller than an ordinary lion. Yet it had never felt more terrifying. Its body was sleek and compact, every muscle coiled tight beneath obsidian black fur threaded with veins of glowing crimson.
Abyssal flas crawled across its form like living serpents not erupting outward but clinging close, wrapping around its limbs and spine with predatory intent.
The air around it warped violently; heat distortion bent light into grotesque curves while the ground beneath its paws softened, stone lting into sluggish pools of molten lava that bubbled and hissed.
Five small orbs ignited around it, each burned like miniature suns, dense spheres of compressed fla and abyssal mana rotating slowly around the Lion’s body. They humd softly, an almost gentle sound that made Valeria’s instincts scream far louder than any roar ever could.
"Regeneration..." Gregor muttered hoarsely as he watched every wound they had inflicted seal shut before his eyes; torn flesh knitted together seamlessly while fractured scales re-ford with a dull crimson glow.
"It healed everything..."
"It didn’t heal," Vanthrice said grimly as she forced herself to stand despite blood soaking her armor. "It rewrote itself. That form... it’s the Lion’s optimized battle body. It’s trading territory-wide dominance for absolute combat supremacy."
The Lion tilted its head, its eyes,still burning and intensely focused, locking onto Valeria.
Then, without warning, it vanished. There was no buildup, no fluctuation in mana.
One mont it stood before them; the next, the ground behind Valeria erupted.
BOOM!
A massive trench tore through the battlefield as the Lion reappeared mid-charge, its form reduced to a single streak of black light racing across the land faster than sound itself. Stone exploded upward, molten earth spraying into the air as the beast’s claws ripped through the terrain, zeroing in on Valeria.
She reacted instinctively. Gregor and Vanthrice disappeared simultaneously, all three transforming into bolts of light as they launched themselves toward the point of collision.
Wind detonated around Gregor, blood mana surged around Valeria, and Vanthrice’s halberd scread as she poured everything she had left into one decisive counter.
They collided. The impact obliterated the air.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The shockwave flattened what remained of the forest, sending debris flying kiloters away while massive fissures spiderwebbed across the ground.
Entire hillsides crumbled into avalanches as the four figures slamd into each other in a blinding explosion of fire, wind, blood, and steel.
The Lion fought like a seasoned warrior. It didn’t thrash or charge mindlessly; every movent was precise and economical, with each strike calculated to kill or cripple.
Flas morphed into weapons mid-motion, spears, blades, shields, forming and dissipating with impossible speed. When Gregor slashed at it, the Lion parried with a blade of condensed fire.
When Valeria struck back, an instinctive wall of abyssal fla ford to deflect her blow but imdiately countered with a tail strike that detonated upon impact.
Vanthrice attempted to flank it. The Lion anticipated her move. One of its orbiting fire orbs shot forward and elongated into a lance that pierced straight through her shoulder before erupting out her back in a spray of blood.
She scread as she was flung away, crashing through shattered stone and rolling across molten ground until she finally ca to rest beside her halberd that lay uselessly nearby.
"Vanthrice!" Gregor shouted as he forced wind mana through his legs and reappeared beside Valeria just in ti to swing his blade.
"Focus!" Valeria snapped back; blood stread freely down her chin as she parried another claw strike that shattered the ground beneath her feet. "If we lose montum, we die!"
The Lion pressed harder now. It moved faster than before; its form split into afterimages as it tore across the battlefield. It fought across dinsions, above them and below them, crashing underground only to erupt back up in geysers of lava and fla. Valeria knew she had to activate her defense.
"Level Five Skill — Exsanguinated Aegis."
Blood surged from her body, forming a swirling barrier of crimson plates that orbited around her like living armor. This shield moved with an unsettling autonomy, intercepting attacks just milliseconds before impact, responding to killing intent rather than re motion. Each block sent tremors through Valeria’s fra, her mana draining rapidly as the shield scread under the relentless barrage.
Gregor pushed himself beyond his limits. The wind howled around him as he activated his skill.
"Level 4 Skill — Zephyr Breath."
His movents accelerated violently, propelling him across the battlefield at near-sonic speed.
He struck from impossible angles, his blade flashing as he unleashed another Hundred Apocalyptic Strike, twelve slashes in under three seconds, blood spraying as several found their mark.
But the Lion adapted. It twisted mid-strike, flas solidifying into armor where Gregor’s blows landed, minimizing the damage. One of its fire orbs morphed into a curved blade and swept outward.
Then, out of nowhere, a black shadow appeared, it was Calista. She erged silently from the shadows, her dagger glinting as she slipped through the narrow opening carved by Gregor and Valeria. Her strike was flawless, precise and ruthless.
The blade cut across the Lion’s eyes.
Black blood erupted as the beast roared in genuine pain, its vision stolen in an instant. But there was a steep price for that mont of triumph.
A tendril of abyssal fla solidified into a sword and severed Calista’s arm cleanly at the shoulder.
"Ahhhhh...!"
She scread as she was hurled backward, crashing through trees like a ragdoll before disappearing into the ruins of the forest, leaving a trail of blood behind her.
Silence followed her fall.
*ROARRRR...!!
The Lion’s roar shattered the stillness of the sky, raw killing intent flooding the battlefield as it turned, blind yet unerring, toward Valeria and Gregor. Its senses had shifted; it no longer relied on sight but on mana, blood, and vibrations that resonated throughout existence itself.
Gregor faltered, his face turned deadly pale as blood erupted from his mouth and various wounds, the state of his armor was dire.
His body finally gave out. Wind mana collapsed around him as he slamd into the ground; bones cracked audibly while he skidded across molten stone, coughing up blood as consciousness began to slip away.
Valeria stood alone now. Her shield lay shattered at her feet; blood poured freely from her wounds as she faced the blind Lion, a creature whose aura remained crushingly powerful and terrifyingly focused.
The battlefield lay in ruins; their formation had crumbled and their strength was spent.
Yet still stood the Lion, head lowered with flas coiling around it, still sensing its prey.
Valeria raised her blade with ragged breath; determination burned fiercely in her eyes.
The cost of every step had been paid in blood.And the final price was yet to co.
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