Dracul

TEXT Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +0 EN Post Action: RAW-A > «Suterusu» Free Action: N/A ID# 247678 | BD: 6 (3 +6-3, Hit!) | CD: 3 | [x12 +3] (32+3) = 525 -(55) MIT =470 DMG > «Suterusu» ST-II available! -(14 -2-1) EN | Well Rested 2/3 [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 76/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:0 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [1]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 121/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3

TEXT Rec. ID# XXXXX | CD:0 | +0 EN | +0 EN Post Action: Focused Howl > «Suterusu» -(4) EN Both players are unaffected by [Unsteady Ground]! [5]Dracul | HP: 680/680 | EN: 76/80 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:0 | TAUNT | THORNS:214 | BH:34 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA [0]Ariel | HP: 1053/1053 | EN: 132/132 | DMG: 35 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:12 | HB: 46 | REC: 8 | RISK: 8 | FLN: 16 | LD:3 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 32 «Suterusu» | HP: 1300/1300 | DMG: 125 | MIT: 55 | ACC: 2 | EVA: 3

The nest vomited knives. Wasps. Giant. Obsidian-armored, stingers dripping sizzling venom. Shrapnel in a tomb. I readied my weapon. Light flared—a guttering candle against a storm. I struck down the first wasp to dare attack us. Chitin smoked. It shrieked like grinding bones. Darius yanked Millicent behind an altar. Ariel flowed toward the swarm, blade bare. Cold steel. No shadowflame. Idiot! "Fall back!" I roared. She pivoted. Shink. A head tumbled. Ichor sprayed where her neck had been. RAW-A. Thorns spat from my vambrace as another wasp slammed into me. The imp

The heart nexus convulsed. Above, Ariel’s second strike had bitten deep. Light bled from the crown like a beacon. Kro’s corruption recoiled, surging downward into the chest cavity – thick, panicked, defensive. "It’s bleeding power!" Darius yelled. "Feeding the heart to heal the head!" No. I wouldn’t be ignored. Not while it funneled its strength away. RAW-A. I called it again. Stamina bled. Crystalline thorns sheathed my arms. The «Memory Fragment» glowed – steady blue. Focus. Not glory. Utility. I didn’t aim for the core. I struck the conduits – the throbbing veins of corr

The Colossus stumbled. Ariel’s second strike echoed through its bones like a death knell. She carved deeper. Again. Kro’s corruption recoiled from the crown, black veins slithering downward toward the heart nexus—toward us. "Sir! The corruption—it’s converging!" Darius pointed. The diseased light in the central nexus intensified, pulsing like an infected wound. Millicent’s frantic warning from above rang in my ears: "It’s trying to heal!" Rage crystallized into cold purpose. Not while I stand here. "Shield!" I barked. Darius braced beside me, burnt arm trembling but unwavering.

The echo of my Howl faded into the Colossus's stone gullet—swallowed by indifference. Darius sagged against the basalt spur, cradling his blistered arm. His stamina bar was a thin gray sliver. "Tenacity, sir," he rasped. "But stone has no ears for noble demands." Fury burned my throat. Ariel carved canyons in its skull. I got echoes. The heart nexus pulsed before us, a diseased sun radiating contempt. Oath's light felt thin. Insignificant. Like polishing silver while the house burned. Then—a spark. Not hope, but spite. Thorns. They'd shattered debris on instinct. Could I make them bi

The heart nexus pulsed—a diseased sun searing my retinas, its light bleeding into the Kro-tainted gloom. Darius braced beside me on the narrow basalt spur, knuckles bone-white against the rock. Above, chaos reigned. The Colossus’s skull had whipped sideways in a blur of rage, and Ariel’s health bar had flickered crimson at the edge of my vision like a warning flare before stabilizing. Millicent’s scanner chime echoed down through the titan’s cavernous innards—a tinny shriek of triumph and terror. They struck. They carved into it. The realization was a poison-tipped arrow: pride for the party,

Climbing this walking hell was like scaling a collapsing cathedral drunk. Every step sent tremors jarring up my spine, and Kro’s vapor clung to Oath’s light like tar, dimming its holy radiance to a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Darius moved ahead, unnervingly steady, his butler’s attire now gray with volcanic dust but still impeccably buttoned. "The nexus glows brighter, sir! We approach the crucible!" His relentless optimism was a dagger twist. Below, the abyss yawned—a sheer drop into rivers of molten rock where the Colossus’s "veins" pulsed with lazy, malevolent light. My stamina bar was a thin

Ariel’s orders hung in the stifling air, thick with the smell of scorched earth and that damned Kro-vapor. The heart nexus. A fitting target. Let my light scour its core. Ariel and Millicent were already scaling the inner slope towards the distant skull-crown, nimble as spiders on this impossible geology. Millicent’s scanner beam bobbed ahead of them, a tiny firefly in the titan’s guts. Darius adjusted his torn sleeve, his face serene despite the chaos. “Shall we, Master Dracul? The heart awaits.” His calm was infuriating. Didn’t he feel the leaden weight of this place? The sheer arroganc

Ash. Bloody, relentless ash. It coated my armor like grimy snow, seeped into my mouth, and made Oath’s holy light flicker like a guttering candle. I stepped through the gate into a wasteland that reeked of Kro’s cheap theatrics—sulphur and despair. Ariel stood ahead, a statue in the gray, already dissecting the hellscape with those unnerving silver eyes. Darius fussed with his cuffs. Millicent muttered about "atmospheric corruption vectors." Typical. Then I saw it. The Colossus wasn’t a monster. It was geography with a grudge. A mountain range ripped from Aincrad’s code and set march

Saltwater burned like liquid fire in my lungs. I retched, vomiting brine onto the scarred deck planks while Darius pounded my back. "Welcome back, master," he rasped, his own breathing ragged. Millicent pressed a cool healing vial against my lips, her glasses fogged, face pale. "Oxygen saturation critical. Minor concussion probable. Please, drink!" I batted her hand away weakly, the motion sending fresh jolts of pain through my chest. "The beast... status?" My voice was a ruin. "Gone deep," Borin muttered, eyes fixed on the spreading slick of dark blood and iridescent scales sta

Chaos reigned. The skiff bucked like a terrified animal beneath the leviathan’s shadow. Ariel stood immovable at the prow, a blood-slicked statue wrestling the abomination she’d summoned from the deep. Millicent’s shriek cut through the din: "Biomass exceeding skiff displacement by three hundred percent! Structural failure imminent!" Her glasses were askew, fingers flying over phantom controls. Darius braced against the shuddering mast, his usually impeccable butler’s uniform plastered with spray. "Borin! Starboard oar! Push us off its flank!" The dwarf roared, muscles straining agai

The gate spat us out into a wall of wet heat. Dampness. After the bone-dry, suffocating tomb of Yomi’s Rest, Floor 16’s oppressive humidity was a sodden blanket thrown over my armor, instantly making the metal feel clammy against my skin. Sunlight, harsh and unfiltered, glared off a thousand streams and lakes cascading like liquid mercury down the verdant slopes of the colossal, sleeping giant volcano. Grass-draped stone monoliths, grotesque parodies of trees sculpted by time and elements, dotted the disgustingly vibrant landscape. Mockingly alive. Mockingly wet. Ariel was already moving

Humiliation burned hotter than the numbness in my shield arm. My botched «Mirror's Edge» hung in the air like a bad smell. The Lich free, furious, and Darius taking the hit meant for me… Unacceptable. Rage, pure and bright, flooded my veins, pushing back the fatigue screaming in my muscles. The charm seemed like a dead weight at my wrist, utterly drained. Fine. Raw power would suffice. I raised Oath, gathering every scrap of holy energy left, aiming for a brute-force cleave at that pulsing, mocking red sliver of HP— —And Ariel vanished. Not into shadow. Just… gone. Reappeared inside

The sight was pure poetry. Ariel’s strike landing hard on the paralyzed abomination, that disgusting ichor fountain, the HP bar plummeting into the desperate red flash. Almost. She pulled back, blade dripping, and I saw it – the slight tremor in her arms, the way Nihilim’s Wrath lacked its usual hungry hum. Downgraded. Useless. The core pulsed, weakened but intact. The golden light binding the Lich was flickering, fading fast. My light. My opening. "Hold still, refuse!" I bellowed, surging forward before the paralysis could fully break. Adrenaline and the fading warmth of the fueled me. I