Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Chapter 85: Lesser Abyssal Wyrm

SCREECH!

The Lesser Abyssal Wyrm burst forth from the depths of the crater, its massive body moving with a speed that belied its size.

The creature was a terrifying sight to behold—its scales glistened with an oily black sheen, and its eyes burned with a malevolent crimson light.

The Wyrm's maw opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth as it lunged toward Lucavion with a ferocious snarl.

SLAM!

The force of the Wyrm's strike sent Lucavion flying backward, his body crashing into the jagged rocks at the edge of the crater.

Pain exploded in his chest as the impact knocked the wind out of him, and for a moment, the world spun in a dizzying blur.

"Damn… fast."

Lucavion gritted his teeth, struggling to regain his footing as the Wyrm coiled its massive body around the crater, its movements swift and fluid.

The creature's sheer size and speed were overwhelming, and it was clear that this was no ordinary opponent. The Wyrm was a creature born of the abyss, a force of pure, unrelenting power.

Lucavion raised his estoc just in time to block another strike from the Wyrm's tail, the impact sending shockwaves through his arms.

The force of the blow drove him to one knee, and he could feel the pressure of the Wyrm's attack bearing down on him.

[Lucavion!] Vitaliara's voice rang out in his mind, a mix of urgency and concern. [This is no ordinary foe! You must be careful!]

"I know," Lucavion muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing as he studied the Wyrm's movements.

The creature was relentless, its attacks coming from all angles with a speed that left little room for error.

The Wyrm lunged again, its jaws snapping shut with a deafening crash mere inches from Lucavion's face. He rolled to the side, barely avoiding the creature's deadly bite, and quickly countered with a swift strike to the Wyrm's exposed side.

CLANG!

The blade of his estoc met the Wyrm's scales with a sharp metallic clang, but it barely left a scratch.

The Wyrm's armor was far tougher than he had anticipated, and his weapon seemed almost ineffective against the creature's hardened hide.

[Its scales are too thick,] Vitaliara warned, her voice tinged with frustration. [You need to find a weak spot!]

"Sigh…." At that moment, a heavy sigh escaped from his mouth. "Vitaliara, please be quiet."

Vitaliara was taken aback by Lucavion's sudden command, her eyes widening in surprise. [Huh?] she blinked, her voice filled with confusion and concern.

But Lucavion didn't waver. His expression hardened, his focus sharpening as he fixed his gaze on the Wyrm. "I need to focus," he said, his voice low and intense. "This is a one-on-one fight. Don't interrupt me."

There was a finality to his words, a determination that left no room for argument. Vitaliara felt a pang of guilt, realizing that she had been unintentionally disrupting his concentration.

She had seen this side of Lucavion before—the unyielding focus, the singular drive to overcome his opponent without distraction.

She sighed inwardly, her tail flicking with a mixture of resignation and understanding. [You're right,] she admitted. [I'll stay quiet. Just… be careful.]

Though she also noted what he said, that was for another time, not now.

Lucavion didn't respond immediately. His entire being was now honed in on the Wyrm, his mind working at a rapid pace to analyze every movement, every opening.

The heavy sigh he had let out earlier seemed to have released the last of his tension, leaving behind only a razor-sharp focus.

Vitaliara watched him in silence, her usual commentary withheld. She knew Lucavion well enough to understand that when he entered this state, there was no breaking through.

He was in his element now, and the best thing she could do was to trust him.

SWOOSH!

The Wyrm lunged again, its massive form moving with terrifying speed, but Lucavion was ready.

A blackish-colored starlight started oozing from him. His eyes, which were usually pitch black, were now filled with a purplish light.

?Void Starfall Blade, Starsurge?

The blade moved with fluid grace, slicing through the air as if it were an extension of Lucavion's very soul.

The Wyrm, undeterred by the change in its opponent, lunged forward with another ferocious strike, its jaws snapping shut with enough force to crush stone.

'I can already see that.'

But Lucavion was faster this time with his reaction.

His estoc, now imbued with the power of the [Void Starfall Blade], danced in his hands, the starlight trailing behind each movement like a comet streaking across the night sky.

CLANG!

The blade met the Wyrm's scales, and this time, the impact was different. The starlight-infused estoc sliced through the air with a sharp, resonant note, its edge cutting through the Wyrm's armor with a precision that defied logic.

Sparks flew as the blade met resistance, but it pressed on, carving a deep gash into the Wyrm's side.

"SCREECH!"

The creature let out a deafening roar of pain, its massive body writhing as it tried to shake off the attack. But Lucavion was relentless.

He pressed forward, his movements fluid and controlled, each strike of the [Void Starfall Blade] delivered with lethal accuracy.

?Void Starfall Blade. Eclipse Star Trail.?

He whispered the command under his breath, and the starlight around him intensified. The blade in his hand began to pulse with energy, the light condensing into a concentrated point at the tip.

With a powerful thrust, Lucavion drove the blade forward, the starlight exploding outward in a burst of raw, destructive force.

SLASH!

The Wyrm's tough scales were no match for the concentrated power of the [Eclipse Star Trail], as the whole amount of energy was compressed right on the tip.

After all, there was a reason why Estoc was thin and long.

STAB!

The blade pierced through the creature's armor, sinking deep into its flesh.

The Wyrm let out another ear-splitting screech, its body convulsing as the energy from the starlight surged through it, disrupting its very essence.

The technique was meant to disturb the enemy's internal energy.

Lucavion could feel the raw power of the starlight coursing through the creature, but before he could press the advantage, a sudden tremor beneath his feet caught his attention.

'Something! Something is coming!'

The ground trembled violently, and Lucavion's sharpened battlefield senses screamed a warning. Something was wrong—terribly wrong. His instincts, honed by countless battles, told him that his life was in imminent danger.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lucavion yanked his estoc from the Wyrm's flesh, the blade sliding free with a wet, sickening sound.

In the same motion, he planted his foot against the creature's side and kicked off, channeling a burst of starlight through his body to propel himself backward.

BOOM!

The blast of starlight was more powerful than he had anticipated. It sent him hurtling through the air at breakneck speed, his body moving faster than he could control. The force of the explosion left him disoriented, and for a brief moment, everything was a blur of light and sound.

But his decision had been the right one.

As he tumbled through the air, Lucavion caught sight of the spot where he had just been standing.

There, jutting out of the ground like a forest of deadly spears, were a series of massive, jagged skewers made of dark, abyssal energy. They had erupted from the earth with terrifying speed, their razor-sharp tips gleaming with a malevolent light.

Had he stayed even a fraction of a second longer, those skewers would have impaled him, ending the fight in an instant.

Lucavion twisted in the air, managing to regain some control as he braced for impact. He hit the ground hard, rolling to absorb the shock before coming to a stop. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Haha…..As expected….You will not go down without a fight….Well, that is befitting to the lord of this mountain, is it not?"

He laughed, but there was no time to rest.

The Lesser Abyssal Wyrm was far from defeated.

The creature rose from the ground, its body writhing with abyssal energy. The wounds inflicted by the [Eclipse Star Trail] still bled, but the Wyrm's regeneration had already begun, dark energy knitting its flesh back together.

Its eyes burned with a vengeful fury, and the ground beneath it seemed to pulse with the same malevolent force.

"Hey…Don't get mad….Why are you angry?"

Lucavion's gaze narrowed as he assessed the situation. The Wyrm wasn't just a mindless beast—it was cunning, capable of using its abyssal energy to manipulate the battlefield.

–GROWL!

The Wyrm let out a low, guttural growl, its form shifting as more of the abyssal energy gathered around it. The skewers that had erupted from the ground began to retract, melting back into the earth like shadows retreating from the light.

But Lucavion wasn't about to be caught off guard again. His grip tightened on the hilt of his estoc, the blade still glowing faintly with the remnants of starlight.

'If I want to keep myself from getting cornered, I need to stay on the move.'

The creature lunged again, its movements fluid and predatory. Lucavion darted to the side, his eyes locked on the Wyrm's every move.

Lucavion's mind raced as he searched for an opening.

'The wyrm is regearing, but this process will take time. The damage to the Eclipse Star Trail can not be easily recovered. The Starlight should still be messing with his insides.'

If he could find a way to exploit that delay, to strike at the heart of the abyssal energy fueling the creature, he might be able to end this once and for all.

'That is the right way….To do that, I need to create an opening.'

In his mind, slowly the outline of the battle started forming.

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