Lucen tilted his head back, laughter spilling into the smoke. His system window pulsed bright at the edges, EXP bar almost full. 'One more. Just one more and—'
The Tyrant's head turned. Its gaze locked on him, abyssal fire condensing into a burning sphere in its throat.
Lucen smirked. "Finally. You're paying attention."
[Cataclysm Vector — Abyssborne Variant.]
Crimson lines erupted across the street, jagging upward into the sky, then folding inward like a collapsing star. The Tyrant's charge backfired, swallowed in the implosion, its chest torn open in a maelstrom of collapsing light.
The explosion leveled four blocks.
[+50,000 EXP]
[Level Up]
[Current Level: 44]
[EXP Progress: 12%]
Lucen stood in the crater, smoke curling off his coat, grin sharp as a knife. "South blocked."
Varik's gaze met his for a fraction of a second, unreadable. Selindra stared like she was staring at something she didn't understand and couldn't afford to. Hunters whispered, shaken, terrified.
