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Third POV:
The forest erupted into chaos. Shadows surged forward, a living tide of darkness coiling and striking at the advancing horde of Acromantulas. Adam's newly risen army clashed with the monstrous spiders in a brutal, relentless assault that shook the very foundations of the Forbidden Forest. The sounds of snapping chitinous legs, cracking branches, and the sickening, wet thud of heavy bodies hitting the mossy forest floor echoed through the oppressive night. The air grew thick with the acidic hiss of spraying venom and the shrill, mindless chittering of the enraged spiders.
Igris lunged with deadly precision, his spectral sword flashing in a wide arc, cutting clean through a spider's thickly armored leg. Acheron followed close behind, bringing his enormous shadowy fists down like hammers, crushing a massive Acromantula's carapace with a sound like breaking pottery. The alpha shadow werewolf roared, a sound of pure fury, as it tore through a pair of spiders that tried to flank Adam's left, its claws rending flesh and bone. Every powerful strike sent visible vibrations through the soft ground, a brutal chorus of splintering wood and tearing flesh.
Adam's heart raced as he watched, his mind working faster than his eyes could follow. He saw his shadows falter, their forms flickering as they were poisoned by the relentless venomous bites of the spiders. The Acromantulas were frighteningly intelligent, coordinating their attacks, defending their weak points, and using the terrain to force his army into tight, disadvantageous positions. Adam gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists.
> "I need a planā¦ a real one. This is just attrition."
He forced himself to still, to become an observer within the storm. He studied the chaotic battlefield, his sharp eyes analyzing every movement, every successful strike and failed defense. His mind raced, weaving together threads of magic and raw strategy. He raised his wand, his voice cutting through the din,
> "Protego Maxima!" Shimmering, semi-transparent barriers erupted around his most wounded shadows, deflecting the next wave of venomous strikes.
He didn't stop there. Whispering quick, potent spells, he channeled energy into Igris and Acheron, enhancing their innate strength, layering their shadowy forms with additional magical aura that made their attacks land with even greater force. Then, with a swift, circular motion of his wand, he conjured an Obscuro Mistāa dense, roiling fog of pure darkness that spilled out across the clearing, disorienting the sight-reliant spiders while his shadows, connected to him, could see and strike with surgical precision.
Each movement was brutal, precise, and mentally exhausting. Spiders hissed and shrieked as they fell one by one, blinded and confused. Their venomous fangs still found marks, sinking into shadows and weakening them, but Adam's continuous enhancements and protective spells allowed his army to fight back with renewed, lethal efficiency. Every fallen spider triggered a soft, chime-like System Notification in his mind:
"Level Up: Adam ā Level 16"
"Award: Venom-Resistant Shadow Cloak"
"Level Up: Igris ā Level 10"
"Award: Shadow-Enhanced Blade"
"Level Up: Acheron ā Level 10"
"Award: Titan Fist Aura"
Adam's eyes glinted with fierce satisfaction despite the fatigue. His strategy was working. Each shadow now carried a fraction of his own enhanced aura, empowering even the lesser shadows to fight far more effectively, creating a perfect, sustainable balance between overwhelming offense and resilient defense.
Finally, the last of the smaller spiders fell, leaving only Aragog himself, who had been watching from the rear. He now towered above th battlefield, his massive, ancient form dripping venom and radiating a palpable, primal terror. Adam's army had cleared the forest of his children, but he knew this final fight would test him unlike anything before.
He stepped forward, pushing through the ranks of his loyal shadows, his wand raised and glowing with gathered power.
> "Nowā¦ time to dessert."
Aragog lunged with shocking speed for his size, swiping his colossal, hairy legs with crushing, bone-shattering force. Adam dodged narrowly, the impact of the missed strike shaking the ground beneath his feet. The ancient spider's multiple eyes gleamed with intelligent, ancient malice. Thick, deadly poison oozed from its massive fangs as it struck again, faster, deadlier, each movement designed to test Adam's limits and find a weakness.
Adam countered with a rapid series of Confringo blasts, fiery eruptions that slammed against Aragog's heavily armored limbs, but the immense creature barely flinched, its hide protected by age and magic. The darkness of the forest itself seemed to twist and bend with his magic as he summoned his general.
> "Your sword, Igris!"
Without hesitation, Igris hurled his now-enhanced spectral blade through the air in a spinning arc; Adam caught it deftly mid-flight, his hand wrapping around the hilt, feeling the immediate, cold pulse of immense shadow magic vibrating up his arm. With precise, brutally powerful strikes, he leveraged the blade's magic, slicing clean through one of Aragog's strongest forelimbs. The severed limb fell with a heavy thud, sending a spray of dark, acrid venom across the trampled ground.
The spider shrieked, an ear-piercing sound of agony and rage, its massive body swaying unsteadily, but it still moved, relentless and terrifying in its pain-driven fury.
A whip-like strand of poison lashed out from a spinneret, striking Adam's forearm. He hissed in sharp, burning pain but clenched his jaw, keeping his focus razor-sharp. The moment he had been waiting for presented itselfāan opening. The final strike. Adrenaline surged through his veins, drowning out the pain. Without conscious thought, driven by instinct and a will to survive, he pointed his wand directly at the beast's head and shouted, his voice raw with power
> "Avada Kedavraaa!"
A jet of blinding, emerald green light shot from his wand tip, striking Aragog's massive, looming form directly in its cluster of eyes. For a single, heart-stopping heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze, the green light engulfing the ancient spider. Then, with a final, horrifying, echoing shriek that faded into a death rattle, Aragog fell, his life force extinguished instantly. His colossal form collapsed to the ground with an earth-shaking crash, landing in a shower of blackened venom and shattered branches.
The forest fell utterly silent. The only sounds were Adam's own ragged, exhausted breathing and the faint, whispering rustle of his shadows as they settled around him, their glowing eyes fixed on their master.
[ End of Chapter. ]
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