The Fla Drake’s wings beat once, twice, lifting its massive form into the arena’s upper reaches.
Phase two. Aerial combat.
This was where most teams lost their first casualty—a hunter caught unprepared by the shift from ground to air combat, struck by a divebomb they didn’t see coming.
Last ti, Sari died here. Caught by the Drake’s first aerial fla breath while repositioning. Burned to death in three seconds.
Not this ti.
"Ranged DPS spread to marked positions!" Rama commanded. "lee DPS, defensive formations, prepare to dodge divebombs! The Drake’s aerial pattern is predictable—fla breath, divebomb, wing razor, repeat. Cycle ti is forty-five seconds. First attack targets southwest quadrant in eight seconds!"
The team repositioned with practiced precision.
"Southwest clear! Ranged DPS, prepare to fire during the breath attack—it’s vulnerable for three seconds while channeling flas!"
The Drake’s chest glowed with building fire. It angled toward the southwest quadrant—exactly as predicted.
"Breath attack NOW! Ranged DPS, FIRE!"
Fla erupted from the Drake’s maw, scorching the empty southwest quadrant.
While it breathed, Sri, Johan, and four other ranged hunters unleashed their strongest spells. Ice lances, fire blasts, lightning bolts—all struck the vulnerable Drake mid-attack.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 60% → 55%]
"Divebomb next! Target is northeast quadrant! Clear the zone! lee DPS, when it commits to the dive, strike the wings—that’s the aerial phase weak point!"
The Drake banked hard, building speed, angling for a devastating divebomb toward the northeast.
Everyone cleared the target zone.
The Drake committed, diving at terminal velocity, claws extended, flas trailing.
"NOW! lee DPS, jump and strike the wings!"
Bima, Agus, and three other lee specialists tid their jumps perfectly, eting the Drake mid-dive, striking its wings at the joints.
The Drake’s dive trajectory destabilized. It crashed into the ground instead of pulling up gracefully.
[FLA DRAKE: STUNNED - 5 SECONDS]
"Everyone! Five-second vulnerability! Maximum damage!"
The entire team converged, unleashing everything. Coordinated assault from all angles. The Drake couldn’t defend, couldn’t evade, couldn’t counter.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 55% → 46%]
The Drake recovered with a furious roar, launching back into the air, but its HP had dropped dangerously fast.
"Wing razor next! Horizontal sweep at three-ter height! Everyone either crouch below or jump above—middle height is death zone!"
The Drake’s wings glowed with cutting energy. It swept low across the arena, wings extended like enormous blades.
Half the team crouched. Half jumped.
The razor-edged wings passed through empty air at the three-ter mark where no one remained.
Perfect dodge. Zero casualties.
"Forty-three percent HP! Approaching phase three threshold! Fifteen more seconds of aerial phase, then it grounds for berserker mode! Prepare for the shift!"
The Drake continued its pattern—breath, divebomb, razor, repeat—but now everyone knew what was coming. Rama called each attack ten seconds in advance. The team executed perfect dodges every ti.
While simultaneously hamring the vulnerable windows with coordinated damage.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 43% → 37% → 32%]
"Thirty-two percent! Phase three imminent! The Drake will ground hard in the center, create a shockwave, then enter berserker mode! When I call it, everyone to the walls—shockwave has fifteen-ter radius! Five seconds!"
Thirty-one percent.
The Drake’s attack pattern shifted again. Faster wing beats. Erratic flight path. Eyes blazing brighter.
"Phase three NOW! To the walls!"
The team sprinted to the arena edges.
The Drake crashed down in the center with earth-shaking force. The impact created a massive shockwave that would have killed anyone within fifteen ters.
But the team was at twenty ters. Safe.
The shockwave dissipated. The Drake rose from the crater, scales glowing white-hot, speed visibly increased, power radiating.
[FLA DRAKE - PHASE 3: BERSERKER MODE]
[ATTACK SPEED: 50%]
[DAMAGE: 75%]
[CONTROL: -40%]
"Berserker mode active!" Rama announced. "Enhanced speed and damage, but reduced control creates vulnerability windows! The Drake attacks faster but becos predictable! I’m calling a fifteen-attack sequence—trust the timing absolutely!"
The Drake charged.
Not with calculated precision but with raw fury.
"Fla claw, three o’clock! Dodge left!"
Perfect dodge.
"Tail whip, seven o’clock! Jump!"
Executed flawlessly.
"Fla breath, no targeting, area denial! Everyone to northern quarter!"
They repositioned before the Drake even opened its mouth.
"Wing buffet, both wings! Tanks brace center, everyone else to flanks!"
The buffet hit only prepared tanks who weathered it easily.
"Charge attack! It’s coming straight! Sidestep right on my mark! Three, two, one, NOW!"
The entire team sidestepped in unison. The Drake’s charge missed completely, carrying it past them into the arena wall.
[FLA DRAKE: STUNNED - 8 SECONDS]
"Eight seconds! All DPS, focus head! That’s the critical point in berserker phase! Maximum damage!"
Every damage dealer focused fire on the Drake’s head. The vulnerable point. The weakness that only appeared in berserker mode when the Drake’s defensive scales retracted slightly.
Massive damage. Critical hits. Devastating coordinated assault.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 32% → 22% → 15%]
The Drake recovered, even more enraged, even faster, even more dangerous.
But also even more predictable to soone who’d fought it three tis before.
"Rapid sequence! Fla claw left! Tail right! Wing buffet! Breath attack! Charge! Dodge, dodge, brace, clear, sidestep! NOW, NOW, NOW, MOVE, DODGE!"
The team moved like a choreographed dance, responding to Rama’s calls with perfect timing. Every attack dodged. Every vulnerability exploited. Every opening capitalized.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 15% → 9% → 5%]
"Five percent! Final berserker surge incoming! The Drake will use its ultimate attack—full-arena fla explosion! Fifteen-second charge ti, then total coverage except for the throne platform! When I call it, everyone to the throne!"
Three percent.
The Drake planted all four legs, scales blazing white-hot, flas building in its chest, mouth, wings, tail—everywhere.
"Ultimate charge detected! Everyone to the throne! Ten seconds!"
The team sprinted toward the throne platform at the arena’s edge. The one safe zone during the ultimate attack.
"Five seconds!"
They climbed onto the throne platform, thirty hunters packed tight.
"Brace for heat wave! Shields up! Fire resistance buffs active!"
The Fla Drake opened its maw and released a sphere of condensed fla that expanded to fill the entire arena.
Everything burned. The floor. The walls. The air itself turned to fire.
Except the throne platform—ancient magic protecting it, designed as a safe zone during this exact attack.
The team weathered the heat wave, shields and buffs protecting them, watching the inferno rage.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds.
The flas dissipated.
The Drake collapsed, utterly spent from the ultimate attack. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Gasping.
[FLA DRAKE: EXHAUSTED - 20 SECONDS]
"NOW! EVERYONE! TWENTY SECONDS OF TOTAL VULNERABILITY! FINISH IT!"
The entire team descended on the exhausted Drake like an avalanche.
Every attack. Every skill. Every ability. Everything they had left.
Coordinated. Devastating. Unstoppable.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 3% → 2% → 1%]
The Drake tried to rise, tried to fight, tried to defend.
But thirty hunters hitting it simultaneously was too much.
Too many attacks. Too much damage. Too coordinated.
[FLA DRAKE HP: 1% → 0%]
The Fla Drake roared one final ti—not in fury, but in defeat.
Then it collapsed. Dissolved into light particles. Dead.
[DUNGEON CLEARED: CORRUPTED TOWER]
[BOSS DEFEATED: FLA DRAKE]
[CLEAR TI: 4 HOURS, 51 MINUTES]
[CASUALTIES: 0]
[NEW GUILD RECORD]
[PERFECT CLEAR ACHIEVENT UNLOCKED]
Silence filled the arena as the notifications appeared.
Then Bima started laughing. Hysterical, disbelieving laughter.
"Four hours, fifty-one minutes! The record was seven hours, forty-three minutes! We beat it by almost THREE HOURS!"
"Zero deaths," Dewi added, staring at her System notification. "Twenty floors. Level 55 boss. Zero casualties. Perfect clear achievent. That’s never happened. Not once in guild history. Not once in ANY guild’s history for this dungeon."
"The boss fight took nine minutes, forty-seven seconds," Johan said, checking his combat log. "Nine minutes. For a Level 55 boss. That’s impossible. That’s..."
"That’s Champion-coordinated perfect execution," Rama finished. "That’s what we need to replicate against the void entities. This level of coordination. This degree of trust. This perfect teamwork."
Hendra approached, his expression transford. All skepticism gone. All doubt erased. Only awe remained.
"Twenty floors. Zero deaths. Record ti by three hours. Perfect clear achievent. Boss defeated in under ten minutes." He extended his hand. "I was wrong about everything. You’re not just legitimate. You’re extraordinary. And humanity needs exactly what you just demonstrated."
Rama shook his hand. "Humanity needs armies of this. Champions leading teams. Coordinated across battlefields. Perfect execution against extinction."
"You’ll have them. All the resources. All the volunteers. All the support." Hendra turned to the team. "Everyone—when we return, we mobilize. Champion trials. Void preparation. Everything Rama has been requesting. No more delays. No more politics. We prepare for war."
Thirty voices in unison: "Agreed!"
Sri approached Rama, respect and wonder in her expression. "You called every attack. Every phase transition. Every vulnerability window. Perfect accuracy. Twenty floors of perfect calls. How is that even possible?"
"Because I’ve seen this fight before. In every possible variation. Every mistake. Every death. Every failure." He looked at each hunter. "And I’ve seen the optimal path. The perfect tiline where everyone lives. That’s what I led you through today. The perfect tiline."
"Then lead us through the perfect tiline against the void," Dewi said. "Because after today, we believe Completely. Whatever you need us to do, wherever you need us to fight—we’ll follow."
Affirmatives from everyone.
The entire team, converted from skeptics to absolute believers.
Ready to die for humanity’s survival.
Ready to beco Champions themselves.
Ready for war.
Rama smiled.
Last ti, recruitnt was desperate. Slow. Reluctant.
This ti, they were volunteering eagerly. Believing completely. Prepared to sacrifice.
Exactly what humanity needed.
Exactly what would save everyone.
The team began collecting loot from the Drake’s remains, but Rama stood apart, looking at the throne platform where they’d weathered the ultimate attack.
His System chid.
[QUEST COMPLETE: PROVE CHAMPION CAPABILITY]
[REWARD: GUILD ALLIANCE SECURED]
[ETERNAL BOND GUILD: FULL COOPERATION UNLOCKED]
[VOLUNTEERS AVAILABLE: 87]
[RESOURCES ALLOCATED: MAXIMUM]
[NEW QUEST AVAILABLE: CREATE CHAMPION ARMY]
[OBJECTIVE: 50 CHAMPIONS BEFORE HERALD ARRIVAL]
[TI REMAINING: 37 DAYS]
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