I had to make a decision, and fast. Much as I loathed these vile creepers, was I truly about to hurl myself headlong into a death wish against a higher stage beast? Normally, not a bloody chance! I was quite content where I was, thank you very much. Plenty of monsters my own level to deal with, and they usually fell with the grace of a collapsing deckchair. Simple stuff.
At least, that’s how I felt. But right now? Well, things weren’t exactly normal, were they? The hideous thing in front of was already half-done for, leaking foul-slling ichor from its tattered flesh, limping like an injured dog. The real question wasn’t whether I’d go for it, but how I’d go for it. A plan began to brew as I eyed that gaping wound. My eyes flicked to the forest surroundings.
Yes, this could work. And if it all went pear-shaped, I could always bolt—there’s no way the lumbering lump of at could give chase in its sorry state.
One look at my stats told I had 13 mana left out of 15. Should be enough. I quickly funneled four points into my fire gland, filling it up nicely. Four shots of fla, just enough. Flathrower was by far my most potent weapon—likely because my fire gland had hit tier three. My gaze locked on to the torn flesh on the creature’s side. Perfect. I just needed to get a little closer… a bit more…
NOW!
The instant it stepped within range, I let loose a searing torrent of fla, aiming directly for its festering wound. The fire snaked its way inside, scorching its guts from within. HAH! The beast howled, thrashing wildly, its one intact tentacle whipping about like a maddened snake. Then, its eyeless, grueso face swivelled towards , mouth agape with rows of gnashing, gleaming teeth.
Welp, that might’ve been a mistake. Note to self: there should be a monster manual rule—never make eye contact with sothing that spits fire.
Gah! HAVE ANOTHER FLATHROWER, YOU FILTHY SACK OF DISEASE! The beast shrieked as the flas poured from my maw. Despite its injuries, the bastard darted sideways with a surprising burst of agility. I’ll give it that, it had so nerve. But my fire wasn’t that easy to shake off. Flathrower instinctively guided to the right angle, and I leapt back, maintaining the fiery onslaught, now roasting another one of its festering wounds.
With its face and mouth charred, flesh hanging in tatters, it was well on its way to having the worst day of its miserable life. Good riddance. I’ve always hated its kind.
I kept the inferno going, each precious drop of mana extending the torrent of flas by nearly five seconds. Doesn’t sound like much, but in the heat of battle, those seconds are golden. Four charges ant I could keep this up for close to 20 seconds—plenty of ti to turn the wretched thing into a walking bonfire. If I wanted, I could even cut one stream short and bank the remaining seconds for later. Yes, I’d been crunching the numbers on this little trick since the day I got it.
So, there I was, on my third charge when the beast finally figured out who was cooking it alive. Tough thing, of course, it was stage 4 for a reason. And, of course, it charged straight at . Typical. I wasn’t even remotely surprised. A quick burst of Quick Dash—three in a row—and I was out of its path in monts. The hulking brute pounced where I’d been, claws shredding the landscape like so unholy blender. Great holy Thalador! If I’d been a second slower, I’d have been reduced to bloody ribbons. What happened to being an ambush predator? That swipe had enough force to cleave through a house!
Focus, Jade, focus. No getting cocky. Charging three more mana points into my fire gland, I prid another round of fiery tornt for this abomination. It looked around, its eyeless face searching the forest before locking onto again. I braced for another charge, but… nothing. It hesitated. And then, just like that, it slunk back and—poof—vanished.
…
Oh…
oh-ho-ho.
Hehehehehe.
HAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, what a joke! These sneaky little shits, always thinking their cheap illusion tricks can outsmart . Of course it had magic—it’s what happens when these things evolve. Perfect sense for an ambush predator. But here’s the thing—those pesky hues in my vision? Ahh, they were singing, showing exactly where this creature wasn't. The hues avoided it like the plague, giving away its position. Not today, you sneaky bastard.
Its stealth was impressive, I’ll admit. It circled behind the trees, a blur of movent where the hues wouldn’t touch. But I’d already lined up my next move—flathrower ready, and I let rip, channeling a stream of fire straight at the creature’s nasty mug. Hello, disgusting thing. Care for a roast?
To its credit, it must’ve guessed I was onto it, judging by the tilt of my head. It broke stealth and darted sideways, but the flas were relentless. If it hadn’t been so grievously injured, it might’ve dodged entirely. But no, its movents were sluggish, its body refusing to cooperate. Good. That was all I needed to see—my confidence spiked. Its fancy illusion magic was utterly useless against now, and I had a few more tricks up my sleeve. My wings itched with anticipation, but I wasn’t ready to use them just yet. No, flight would stay tucked away, my trump card.
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Another round of Quick Dashes and I was off, putting so much-needed distance between us, just enough to line up another fiery barrage. The beast, clever sod, dodged right, but my flas were relentless, searing into its already scorched, torn flesh. It was having a truly dreadful day.
I kept moving, the wretched creature frantically scrabbling, trying to close the gap out of sheer desperation. One swipe from those claws, and I'd be minced at—and it bloody well knew it. Yet, despite all the damage, it still had the nerve to craft a cunning little plan. These creepers—fearso lineage, indeed.
And slyly, it was closing in. Bit by bit. Tree behind . Oh, bloody hell. The creeper lunged, legs moving before I could even think. Quick Dash shot sideways, just in ti to dodge its gleaming claws. But the tree? Oh, that poor bastard got shredded to splinters. Ca down with a crash.
It growled, absolutely refusing to let make another inch of space. I'd have loved to fly off, but let’s be honest, I’m leagues more nimble on the ground. If it jumped with that sa mad haste, I knew I was in deep trouble.
FOCUS, YOU FOOL!
Fire gland fully charged—three more points spent, three more left. Right, flathrower’s the ticket. I locked on. The creeper wasn't slowing, its ferocious montum mounting with every relentless swipe. Another downward arc of claws from the right—head left, Quick Dash, more distance, rinse, repeat. But there it was, another claw right on .
Bollocks! It was reading like a book. And with those monstrous limbs, it was set to catch good and proper. Quick Dash has a one-second cooldown, and I didn’t have ti to faff about.
But no panic. It was expecting to dodge. So, why not give it a little twist?
When its claws ca, I dodged, Quick Dash again—only this ti, I didn't go sideways. I shot straight forward.
It angled its grotesque head, clearly baffled as I appeared right in front of its disgusting, eyeless mug.
[Echo Claw].
My claw connected with its face, shredding its burnt maw as a scream tore through the air. The echo deepened the gash, ripping its mouth clean in half. It toppled sideways, bellowing in agony. But before it could even blink, I was gone—thanks to a flurry of Quick Dashes, far out of range.
Just in ti too. A massive tentacle slamd into the ground where I'd been a mont earlier, gouging the earth. Bliy, that thing was sharp. If I’d been a second slower, I’d be skewered for sure.
But now the brute was down, my chance had co. It wouldn't be pouncing at again, not this ti! I let my wings unfurl, soaring to the treetops, before unleashing another blistering inferno straight above its thick skull. And, for good asure, I aid a fresh blast at its already mangled gut. BURN, YOU VILE CREATURE!
[Flathrower has reached level 3]
Oh, smashing, right on ti!
The beast bellowed in tornt, thrashing on the ground, desperate to rid itself of the fire's relentless fury. But no, it wouldn’t be wriggling free. I held the flas steady, the second wave of scorching fury in full swing. And for good asure—third charge engaged. It made a pathetic attempt to flee, but the creature was spent, collapsing in a heap. HELL YES! I snarled, letting loose yet another torrent, flas greedily consuming the beast.
What I didn’t expect, though, was the glint of another claw cutting through the flas. Wait.. what in the bloody hell...? How… My brain went into overdrive as I desperately swerved. No Quick Dash in mid-air, though. The damn thing feigned its own collapse to lure in. Clever piece of shite.
Too late to think now—one of its claws raked through my stomach. Felt my scales harden, but that wasn’t enough. The claws tore through them like parchnt, and I scread as the sheer force of the blow hurled sideways. I crashed into the trees with a bone-rattling thud.
Vision swam, but the pain and pure adrenaline yanked back to reality. Gritting my teeth, I knew this thing was suffering worse than I was. A re slash wouldn’t take down. Struggling, I rose onto my claws, eyes locked on its crippled form. Through the trees, it crawled—desperate, broken, but still clinging to so idiotic hope of survival.
Not today.
Hatred burned hot inside as I lunged. Quick Dashes carried closer, claws humming with power as I charged them with every last drop of stamina. I slashed through its legs first, each swipe leaving deep, vicious gashes, with the echoes following and digging deeper still. Let’s see how it plans to lunge with no legs. It howled, thrashing as it tried to drag itself away, but I was having none of it. A tentacle lashed out—big mistake. With teeth bared, I clamped down, hard.
[Spectral Crunch]
Already wounded, was it? Well, I bit down on the sa spot, and Spectral Crunch tore into the injury, ripping it wide open. The beast went limp, and I could taste the mont it knew—this was the end. But no, I wasn’t done yet.
Its pitiful howls filled the air as I lashed out with more Echo Claws, vicious, wild strikes hamring at its limbs. Each blow targeted joints, locking it down, stripping away any hope of escape. The burns from the relentless flathrowers, the damage I’d already done—it all piled up. It staggered, trying to rise on its hind legs, but NOT ON MY BLOODY WATCH!
I bit down again, claws shredding wildly, sapping my stamina but widening its wounds. Its fight ebbed away, crumbling beneath . But I didn’t stop. Didn’t falter. Claw. Bite. Claw. Bite. Claw. Bite.
I ripped it apart, tearing chunk after chunk, until bones glead through the carnage. Even then, I didn’t stop. I shredded it to pieces, and only when that familiar chi rang in my mind did I finally relent.
[You have slain a Level 24 Umbrocephalus Rapax Carnifex (IV).]
[Experience Points acquired.]
[Level increased.]
[Level increased.]
[Level increased.]
[Skill point(s) obtained: 3.]
Took a while to settle my frenzy. I glanced down at myself—drenched in that foul black ichor, properly looking like sothing out of a nightmare. Before I could even think, it surged up my throat, and I unleashed a ROAR of triumph. Loud, proud...and then cut short by a sharp twinge of pain in my sides.
Adrenaline fading, I had a good look at the state I was in—one hind leg feeling numb, a nice, deep set of claw marks running down my flank. Not exactly the clean hunt I was hoping for.
Still, the victory buzzed through . Ha! I’d bested the damned thing! Even though it nearly had in those final monts. Bloody nace it was, even after I’d burned it to crisp. I had one charge of flathrower left, but when I glanced at my stats, I was knackered. 3 mana? 2 stamina? You’ve got to be joking!
Even ti wasn’t on my side. Actually... still isn’t. It reminded I hadn’t used that stamina surge from the Macro-Trophic Sac upgrade yet. Focused on it, and just like that, a fresh burst of energy. Stat screen showed stamina bumped to a modest 7 points.
Decent. But more important matters—healing and rest. Luckily, with the sac offering both stamina and healing through consumption, the answer was staring right in the face.
So, without any more hesitation, I bared my fangs and dug in.
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