Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"They're not stopping!" he growled, slicing through another fiend, its body crumbling to the ground in pieces. His gaze flicked to the torn bodies of the knights, their remains scattered across the room, and his jaw clenched. "Damn it."

Sylus swung his greatsword in a wide arc, decapitating three fiends in one swing, but even he couldn't hold them back forever. "We can't fight them all!" he shouted, his breath labored. "We need to get out of here!"

But there was no escape—the monsters had already surrounded them. The fiends pressed in from all sides, their jaws snapping, their claws reaching. They were trapped in the heart of the ruined church, a battlefield soaked in blood and corruption.

Cyrus gritted his teeth, the glow of his aether sword intensifying. "Then we kill them all!" he snarled, his voice dripping with frustration and determination. He stepped forward, his sword raised high, ready to carve a path through the monsters. But even as he braced himself for the fight ahead, he knew the odds were grim. The fiends weren't going to stop—they would devour everything in their path, no matter how many of them fell.

The battle had become a desperate struggle for survival.

The monsters came in waves, grotesque abominations clawing their way toward the trio. The knights had been devoured in the blink of an eye, their screams silenced by the ravenous creatures that tore them apart limb by limb. Blood splattered against the walls of the ruined church, but there was no time to mourn—the battle had already begun.

Cyrus pivoted, dodging a swipe from a monstrous limb that narrowly missed his head. His eyes flashed with focus as he conjured a blade of pure aether in his hand. With a swift motion, he slashed horizontally, cutting through the creature's bloated torso without the blade even touching it. The beast staggered but didn't fall, its multiple eyes twitching in agony as it stumbled back. Cyrus wasted no time; he thrust his palm forward, sending a shockwave of aether that blasted the creature off its feet and into the wall with a sickening crunch.

Beside him, Athena spun gracefully, her movements fluid as she ducked under a snapping jaw. Her fingers crackled with energy as she conjured a spear of lightning, hurling it with precision into the chest of a beast charging at her from behind. The creature convulsed as the electricity coursed through its body, its eyes bulging before it collapsed, smoking from the inside out. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

A second monster lunged at her, but Athena was already moving. She rolled to the side, coming up in a crouch and flinging an arc of blue fire that seared through the beast's grotesque limbs. With a quick flick of her wrist, she summoned a wall of illusionary mist around herself, momentarily confusing the creatures as they swiped blindly through the fog.

Sylus, wielding his massive greatsword, fought with calculated brutality. He swung the sword in wide, sweeping arcs, cleaving through the monsters with each strike. His movements were slow but deliberate, each swing aimed to cripple or kill. A beast leaped at him, but Sylus sidestepped and brought his sword down in a crushing overhead slash, splitting the creature's skull in two. Black blood splattered across his armor, but Sylus remained unfazed, his golden eyes scanning the battlefield for the next threat.

Two more monsters charged at him from opposite sides. Sylus shifted his grip on the greatsword, spinning with surprising agility for his size. He swung in a full circle, decapitating one of the beasts while deflecting the other's attack with the flat of his blade. The surviving monster lunged again, but Sylus brought his sword down in a brutal counterstrike, severing its head with a clean slice.

The monsters seemed endless, but the trio fought back with a synchronized precision that kept them from being overwhelmed. Cyrus moved like a phantom, his blade of aether slicing through the air with lethal efficiency. He kept his movements tight, never overextending, always maintaining control over the flow of battle. When a creature lunged at him from behind, he would spin on his heel, his sword already in position to intercept. His eyes darted around the battlefield, constantly assessing the situation, adjusting his stance, and predicting the monsters' movements.

Athena's strategy revolved around mobility and misdirection. She darted between the creatures, using her illusion magic to create false targets that drew the monsters' attention away from her. Her attacks were swift and precise—lightning bolts and fire spears that struck at the creatures' weak points, disrupting their formations and creating openings for Sylus and Cyrus to exploit. When a group of beasts tried to surround her, Athena summoned a wave of flame that surged outward, forcing the creatures to retreat as she repositioned herself for another assault.

Sylus was the anchor, his massive presence keeping the monsters from overwhelming them. He fought with a slow, methodical rhythm, each strike of his greatsword deliberate and powerful. When the beasts attempted to swarm him, Sylus planted his feet and swung in wide, devastating arcs that forced the creatures back. His mastery over aether allowed him to coat his sword in a shimmering energy that burned through the monsters' corrupted flesh, leaving them writhing in agony as their bodies disintegrated under the force of his strikes.

But the battle was relentless. For every monster they cut down, two more seemed to take its place. Cyrus, panting from exertion, ducked beneath a clawed limb, his eyes narrowing as he realized they were being cornered. "We need to keep moving, or they'll pin us down!" he shouted.

Athena nodded, already in motion. "Sylus, fall back! We'll create an opening!" she called, conjuring a massive illusionary wall of fire that surged up between them and the monsters. The creatures hesitated, confused by the sudden barrier, but it wouldn't hold for long.

Sylus took a step back, his golden eyes flicking toward Cyrus. "On my signal, cut through them," he muttered, raising his greatsword high. The blade hummed with power as aether crackled along its edge.

Cyrus understood immediately, gripping his own sword tightly. As the creatures finally charged through Athena's illusion, Sylus roared, swinging his greatsword down with all his strength. The ground shook as the blade slammed into the earth, sending a shockwave of aether that ripped through the ranks of the monsters, scattering them in all directions.

Cyrus moved in a blur, his aetheric blade cutting through the disoriented beasts with ruthless efficiency. He struck with precision, every movement designed to conserve energy while maximizing damage. His sword didn't even need to touch the creatures—the sheer force of his aether sliced through their bloated bodies like butter, severing limbs and heads in a single stroke.

Athena, taking advantage of the chaos, unleashed a barrage of lightning, each bolt striking true as the creatures fell one by one. Her eyes burned with determination as she weaved through the battlefield, her movements graceful and deadly.

Together, the three of them pushed forward, carving a path through the horde of monsters. Every step was hard-fought, every moment a struggle for survival, but they never faltered. They fought as one, each move perfectly complementing the other, their synergy the only thing keeping them from being overwhelmed.

And though the monsters came in waves, endless and relentless, the trio stood strong—undaunted, unbroken, and determined to survive.

The battle raged on with no end in sight, the horde of monsters pressing forward, unrelenting in their assault. Each second felt like an eternity as the trio fought with every ounce of strength they had. Blood and black ichor splattered the ground, and the stench of death filled the air, but there was no time to register it—only survival mattered now.

Cyrus gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his brow as he parried a lunging beast with a swift, upward slash of his aether blade. The creature's claws scraped against the energy of his sword, unable to penetrate its glowing surface, and Cyrus used the momentum to spin, driving his knee into the beast's torso. The force of the blow cracked ribs, and the monster staggered back, giving Cyrus the opening to bring his sword down in a lethal arc that cleaved its head clean off. He breathed heavily, feeling the exhaustion beginning to creep in, but there was no time to rest.

Another creature leaped at him, its fangs bared and claws extended. Cyrus sidestepped at the last second, letting the monster's momentum carry it forward, and then he planted his foot into its side, sending it crashing into the wall. His aether flared in response, but the strain was beginning to show—his movements were growing slower, less precise. He needed a breather, but the monsters were swarming, and there was no room for error.

Athena was a blur of motion beside him, her lithe form dancing between the monsters with a grace that defied the brutality of the battle. She ducked under a sweeping claw, pivoting smoothly on her heel as she drove an elbow into the creature's throat, momentarily stunning it. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a small orb of fire and hurled it into the beast's gaping maw. The explosion that followed was small but concentrated, blowing the creature's head apart in a spray of black blood.