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Chapter 279: Phase 2

The journey to the underwater snake cave was harrowing, as each step carried the soldiers deeper into the suffocating darkness.

The air felt thick, oppressive, and every breath became a task in itself.

The walls glistened with moisture, and faint luminescent moss provided only a dim, sickly green glow that barely pierced the blackness around them.

Water dripped endlessly from stalactites above, echoing in rhythmic plinks that only heightened the tension.

Lyerin led the way with an unnerving calmness, his steps precise, his eyes sharp.

Behind him, the soldiers moved with palpable hesitation, their weapons clutched tightly in clammy hands.

Every scrap of boots against stone, every labored breath, seemed amplified in the confined space.

The path narrowed as they descended, the air turning colder, heavier.

Shadows twisted and writhed at the edges of their vision, and some swore they saw eyes—glowing, slitted eyes—watching from the gloom.

"Keep moving," Lyerin commanded, his voice low but firm.

The words cut through the stifling silence like a blade, offering a brief reassurance that someone still held control over this descent into madness.

As they pressed onward, the cave opened up into a vast chamber.

The ceiling stretched high, disappearing into darkness, while the floor dropped away into a series of jagged rock formations and pools of still, inky water.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something else—something reptilian and ancient. It was then that the ground trembled.

Thrum. Thrum.

The vibrations pulsed through their bodies, growing stronger.

Pebbles clattered, ripples disturbed the stagnant pools, and an unsettling hiss echoed through the chamber.

It was a sound that curdled the blood, sending shivers down every spine.

Panic rippled through the soldiers, and instinct took over.

Weapons were raised. Fingers tightened on triggers.

"Steady," Lyerin murmured, but it was too late.

The ground exploded as a serpentine creature surged upward from the depths. Its scales shimmered darkly in the dim light, black and green, and its massive coils twisted with terrifying speed.

The snake's eyes glowed a malevolent yellow, and its fanged maw opened wide, revealing rows of teeth designed for rending flesh.

The hiss turned to a roar—a deafening, bone-chilling sound that reverberated through every corner of the cave.

Chaos erupted.

"Fire!" someone screamed, and gunfire rang out in a cacophony of pops and bangs.

Bullets ricocheted off the snake's thick scales, some piercing but most glancing away harmlessly.

Sparks flew, and the chamber was filled with flashes of light, illuminating wide, terrified eyes and the glistening scales of their monstrous foe.

The snake lunged, striking with blinding speed.

One soldier was snatched off the ground, his scream cut short as the creature's coils wrapped around him.

The others unloaded their weapons, desperation fueling their frantic aim.

The air became acrid with the scent of gunpowder and the hiss of searing scales as bullets found their mark. But the serpent did not relent.

It thrashed, sending soldiers sprawling, their bodies colliding with unforgiving rock.

"Fall back! Regroup!" Lucas barked, his voice cracking as he fought to keep order. He fired round after round, his jaw clenched, eyes wild. "Don't let it corner you!"

A second head emerged from the darkness—a twin to the first, equally massive, equally deadly.

It struck with a speed that belied its size, narrowly missing a soldier who dove for cover. The realization hit them all at once: there were two.

"By the gods," someone whispered, their voice trembling with dread. "There's two of them!"

The battle raged on.

Soldiers scrambled, slipping on wet stone, their boots splashing in shallow pools.

Muzzles flashed, and the thunderous retort of gunfire echoed endlessly.

Grenades were thrown, their explosions rocking the chamber, sending shards of stone and sprays of water flying.

The snakes recoiled, momentarily stunned, before renewing their attack with ferocious intensity.

Lyerin watched, his eyes cold, calculating. He did not move to join the fray.

This was their trial—a test of their dependence on him. He needed them to see it, to feel it.

Bullets and bravery alone would not be enough to survive this place.

They needed him.

The larger snake reared back, its eyes locking onto a soldier who had stumbled, his gun empty, his hands shaking. It lunged, jaws wide.

"No!" the soldier screamed, throwing up his arms in a futile attempt to shield himself. Experience tales with m v|l -NovelBin.net

Lyerin extended a hand.

With a flick of his fingers, a surge of energy crackled through the air, striking the snake mid-lunge.

It recoiled, hissing in pain, and the soldier scrambled away, gasping.

Others saw what had happened, and for a moment, their fear gave way to awe. They needed him.

"Focus on the smaller one!" Lucas shouted, his voice hoarse.

He fired again, reloading with shaking hands. The soldiers rallied, their fear still palpable but now laced with determination.

They followed Lyerin's guidance, striking with precision, working together, their movements more coordinated, their eyes flicking to him for reassurance.

The serpents thrashed, their movements slowing.

Wounds began to appear on their scales, dark ichor seeping out.

The soldiers pressed the advantage, ducking and weaving, taking shots when they could. But the snakes were far from defeated.

The larger one coiled, its muscles bunching, and lashed out with enough force to send three soldiers flying like ragdolls.

They hit the ground hard, groaning in pain.

Lyerin moved, his steps purposeful. He raised his hands, and tendrils of energy formed, lashing out and restraining the serpents.

For a moment, the chamber was filled with blinding light. The snakes roared, their movements frantic, but the energy held them.

"Finish it," Lyerin commanded, his voice ringing out over the chaos.

The soldiers hesitated, then, driven by desperation and the need to survive, they obeyed.

Bullets tore into scales.

Blades found soft spots.

The snakes' roars became weaker, their struggles less pronounced.

At last, with one final, shuddering convulsion, the serpents collapsed.

The chamber fell silent, save for the ragged breathing of the soldiers and the occasional drip of water.

Lyerin lowered his hands. The tendrils of energy faded. He turned, his gaze meeting each of theirs.

They were bloodied, exhausted, terrified—but they were alive. And they knew, deep down, that it was because of him.

He focused inward once more, seeing the Loyalty Bar flicker, its glow brightening. Level eleven.

A small smile played at the corners of his lips. Progress.

The soldiers staggered to their feet, exchanging glances filled with a mix of relief, gratitude, and lingering fear.

They needed to catch their breath. But Lyerin's mind was already moving ahead.

To phase three!