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Sebas Aren - Cascade (Chapter 58)

Sebas Aren - Cascade (Chapter 58)

[The God of Death asks if there is any way to get him to stop]

Sebas, in his adrenaline-stupored mania, had been slamming the two thousand pound piece of brass that was once a beautiful bell atop a pile of shredded rotten meat parts that was once a Mid-Floor Boss Monster, named Malus Michael. It had long since ceased ringing, and made small hums of vibration as it bounced up and down on the ground as Sebas repeatedly beat the rock ground and a small blood splatter on it with the flat remains of a bell, now shaped into a contorted club. His grin was ear-wide, and nearly perfect white fangs made horrific high-pitched whining while his mouth shoved his teeth together, he was exceptionally happy, beating the ground with the rod of brass.

[The God of Humanity says that whatever happens if you try to kill him, you gotta make it permanent]

[The Goddess of Mercy punches the God of Humanity in the arm while The God of Afterlife chortles at the mayhem]

[The God of Undeath says that it would be unwise to do anything to him at the current moment, as Berserking types tend to hold grudges]

[The God of Humanity says “that the little prick always hol-“ before having a hand clamped over his mouth]

[The Goddess of the Hunt cheers on Sebas, telling him that he can do whatever he wants!]

Sebas looked around for the voice, confused for a moment, and scratched his scale-covered head with the metal of the scrap metal baton.

[The Goddess of the Hunt claps her hands together, realizing that he can hear them this time]

Sebas looked around again, looking up at the roof of the cavern before down at his stomach, curious if it was the rumbles.

[The Goddess of the Hunt tells Sebas that he has a bunch of red drinks in his bag next to the entrance and that if he goes downstairs after he drinks one, then he will be super strong, before flexing her muscles in an “awe-inspiring” pose]

Sebas trudged over, hunched while he dragged the colossal baton along, looking through each of the large tunnel entrances until he found a small pair of non-matching bags. He found himself drawn to the jerky and took a few while he looked for the “red drinks”, holding two of them between his fingers. He held up the bottle towards the sky, waiting for direction.

[The Goddess of the Hunt nods and says you’re very smart, and that all you need to do is go down the stairs and drink the potion!]

Sebas smiled proudly at the praise, knowing he was, in fact, a very smart boy, and ripped the cap off the potion with a puncturing thumb that sliced the tops off of both ruby red potions.

His head shot to the side upon inhaling the metallic aroma coming from the vials, squinting his eyes and

lifting the slits of his snout in disgust. Sebas made a grumbling mumble, something unintelligible of his beast state.

[The Goddess of Mercy asks the God of Alchemy if there will be any Cascading issues if Sebas drinks the potion]

[The Goddess of the Hunt tells you that it’s easier if you hold your breath while drinking it]

[The God of Alchemy says that no Cascades will occur as long as he doesn’t have any Berserking Type skills]

Sebas scowled at the potion and drank the red liquid’s contents, swallowing hard with a loud gulp before whining and choking as he coughed out with a disgusted expression.

[The Goddess of Mercy looks at the God of Alchemy, asking if he’s a dense idiot?]

[The God of Alchemy looks at Mercy with hurt confusion, before seeing Sebas’ Status Panel, taking a moment, and saying “Oh”]

Sebas blinked a few times as the potion went through his system before his body squeezed the glass vials in his hand. Fire spread within his body, flames of war caused his muscles to clench and unclench rapidly as his posture curled up. He slammed his back into the wall of the cavern as he thrashed against the surface of the stone.

[The Goddess of the Hunt looks up to Mercy with squinting eyes, asking if this is… normal potion stuff?]

[The God of Alchemy walks forward, looking at the monster, and nods while taking notes. “He’ll probably be okay, his body is just adjusting to the multiplicative skills.”]

Sebas’ claw sunk into the stone, ripping a perfect slice out the rock’s face as he fell to the ground, listening to the rapid drumming of his heart’s beating as his blood rushed through his body.

[[Frenzied Onslaught] has been activated temporarily]

[The Goddess of the Hunt asks “what multiplicative skills are?”]

[The God of Alchemy raises his glasses, and says thanks for asking; “Multiplicative Skills are… abilities that work in tandem with one another, or “stack” with each other, to create enhanced skills! For example; if Sebas had a Strength buffing skill, and a Sword Strike attacking skill, it would bolster the effectiveness of every attack, at the cost of his reserves of energy”]

[The Goddess of Mercy crosses her arms at the God of Alchemy, “So he’s stronger, but what’s the catch?”]

[The God of Alchemy takes his glasses off, rubbing them between the cloth of his coat while speaking “Well, a normal Skill Multiplier would just cause more stamina or magic power to pull off, but when skills are… when skills… have penalties, they’re also augmented.” He says sheepishly]

[The Goddess of the Hunt asks if Sebas will be okay?]

[The God of Humanity says he hopes not.]

[The God of Alchemy says he should be fine while the Hunt sticks her tongue out at Humanity]

[The Goddess of the Hunt asks if they could just find the best potions for Sebas to turn him into a strong hunter?]

[The Goddess of Mercy says that she’s not so sure if that’s a great idea]

[[Unyielding Rage] is currently activated]

[Senses, Pain Resistance, Strength, Dexterity, Fainting Resistance, Regeneration, and Bleed Resistance have been bolstered by a minor amount]

[Intelligence and Sanity have been impaired by a minor amount]

[Atk Speed, Strength, Dexterity, Primal Reflexes have been bolstered by a moderate amount]

[Sturdiness, Accuracy, and Stamina Efficiency have been impacted by a minor amount]

[Player may target nearby allies]

[Notice: Players abilities, [Unyielding Rage] and [Frenzied Onslaught] are resonating, causing a Cascade!]

[The Skill: [Savage Overdrive] has been temporarily created!]

[Atk Speed, Strength, Dexterity, Primal Reflexes, Senses, Pain Resistance, Strength, Dexterity, Fainting Resistance, Regeneration, Penalty, and Bleed Resistance have been bolstered by a moderate amount]

[Intelligence, Sanity, Sturdiness, Accuracy, and Stamina Efficiency have been impacted by a minor amount]

Sebas grinned against the floor as his body rippled with energy. A loud scraping sounded as his scales rubbed against one another, and his muscles thickened as the fibers grew and flowed with overwhelming pressure-filled energy. Sebas began to laugh quietly as his body flooded with pleasure and excitement. He stumbled to his feet, and walked towards the large pole of crumpled brass, picking it up as he walked toward the pillar-shaped mid-floor stairwell.

[The God of Death asks if this is okay?]

[The Goddess of the Hunt asks why it wouldn’t be okay?]

Sebas slung the brass against the castellated pillar, breaking into its surface as he smashed through bricks of stone.

[The God of Death says, to start with, he has the brain power of a box of rocks]

[The Goddess of the Hunt says that Sebas is very smart!]

[The God of Death continues, saying that there’s only a dungeon boss left, considering the size of the dungeon; there’s no way the monster can beat whatever’s down there]

[The Goddess of the Hunt says that there’s a Lesser Lich down there! And that he can be a strong enough hunter to kill it!]

[The God of Death laughs, asking if she wants to make a bet]

[The Goddess of Mercy tells everyone to settle down…]

[[Restricted]]

[[Restricted]]

[The God of Death says “It’s settled then” before looking down at Sebas once more.]

Sebas dropped the brass polearm and switched to the bricks from the wall of the Pillar. He pushed his broad shoulder into the small hole of the stairwell until it finally broke through. Pulling himself inside, he dragged the brass baton with him as he tumbled down the spiral staircase, gripping the bell's crown tightly. As he fell, pieces of brick came loose, following him as he held onto the heavy object. The sound of the brassy weapon and Sebas crashed down through the stone steps, and he landed heavily on the bottom floor with a loud thud and a clatter of metal.

Sebas stood up, unfazed by the fall, and marched forward, letting the thrumming of his heart’s drums guide him as he kicked the iron doors of the mid-floor stairs outward.

A vast, cathedral-like chamber sat outside of the doorway. Nothing sat outside the stained glass windows, but a bright light entered them anyway, while an impossibly high ceiling ascended its way into the infinite sky of the cathedral, pews made of black wood and carved down bones; like ivory, sit laid covered in dust or possibly ash.

A large pipe organ sat at the far side of the hall. In front of it, the armrests, similar to claws, looked as if they were gripping into the tattered plush of the red faded fabric. At the same time, iron in the shape of a skeleton’s rib cage appeared to trap its skeletal occupant, a long-deceased individual.

A crown of tarnished silver sits upon the yellowed bones of the decayed skeleton, while it rests softly in its cage. Empty eye sockets look down at the floor, unknown for their purpose.

Sebas walks forward, still sporting the evil and maniacal smile twitching the sides of his face wider as he walks forward as if there’s a joke only he knows.

A gaunt figure appeared in the sky, a skeleton in tattered black and purple frayed robes, slightly shimmering with an aura of purple light as she hovered above the cage. She shimmered in the glowing light, radiating as the stained glass illuminated the room.

Sebas snickered as she descended.

She held a hand towards her companion or her lover and jolted her skeletal hand backward as a shock of electricity poured out into her bones. A small shard necklace sat on her neck, and she held it with her skeletal hands.

“You’ve come here to desecrate my resting place?”

Sebas chuckled violently as she spoke to him.

“You foul mortal… you’ve lost yourself, just like I had before,” she rubbed her hand against the cage of the skeleton before her, “just like I had with Kaelith…”

Sebas held a hand over his hand over his mouth as he nearly sputtered out laughter in response.

“I pity you.”

Sebas held his stomach as laughter came forward, spilling out of him as if he were the happiest he could ever have been, dropping the baton against the floor.

She descended fully and walked away from the laughing creature, only to speak, as her translucent figure peered from beyond the organ.

“If you manage to undo the restraints that prevent me from my beloved, I will be able to let you into the room of the dungeon's core.”

She fully slipped from beyond the wall and Sebas punched the floor as he giggled, laughing with his face directly into the splintering wood as he lost control of his body, slumping over.

[The Goddess of the Hunt tells you: “It’s time to fight Sebas”]

Sebas’ head jerked up, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. He grabbed his weapon and dashed back and forth across the church hall. In just three seconds, he shattered every window in the room. It took him only two seconds to run up and down the aisles, breaking every pew along the way. By that time, he stood in front of the cage, slamming his metal baton against it repeatedly as electricity coursed through his veins.

Despite his body’s novel resistance to electricity, Sebas continued until he cracked open the encirclement of iron even though his veins sizzled and glowed with a deadly crackle of electricity, and ripped the skeleton out after overturning the cage from its bolted position, breaking the brittle bones beneath his feet. Sebas ran back from the throne, tossing his body through the aisle into a drop kick that sent the throne into the wall above the pipes of the organ.

Sebas held his hand out to the side as he ran and shoved against the ground, leaping upside down into the wooden hole of the wall, giggling with glee as he arrived in a new room. Statues of a pair of skeletons sat on each side of the hall, cracked marble made up the tiled floor while the wooden walls covered all light from the statues within it, seemingly drowning the two in darkness and anguish as they sat in different poses of grief.

Sebas sent off the statue of the warrior’s head with the brass baton before turning to the statue of the sorceress, which suddenly animated and held him up with some sort of magic spell.

Sebas laughed as the stone statue screamed at him, her eyelids leaked out blood as she spoke in wrathful anger, despite being a statue.

“You DARE desecrate his memories? His life? Do you not have a shred of mercy in your body? He was a king.”

Sebas laughter echoed through the air as he was restrained by invisible chains of magic. His golden eyes glinted with amusement as he struggled, audible creaking being heard as he forced the restraints forward to meet her blood-weeping face.

The statue trembled and sobbed when she turned to look at her companion's broken head that lay on the floor. She turned her head to meet the despicable creature in her necromantic embrace, only to turn away at the sickening smile on the creature's face.

Sebas chortled as he bent his body, breaking the chains, despite the tight grip as he grasped the invisible taut chain with his weapon, wrapping it around the brass as he pulled it forward.

“TOOOO WEEEEEEAAAAK” he bellowed in between chortles, laughing halfway in a scream as his weapon dislodged itself In a violent jerk, pulling chunks of wooden wall, held by an invisible thread.

Sebas kept swinging with the brass as he sat mid-air, chuckling as the invisible threads slowly disappeared from his weapon as he lunged at the stone woman in front of him choking as his neck launched into the invisible manacle that pressed onto his throat.

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The statue of the sorceress stood with arms crossed, hints of concern ran out through her expression as she looked with calculated disdain at the rampaging man dangling in front of her.

“YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED HAAAARDEER” Sebas roared, his voice booming against the hallway as he slung the baton forward.

Black-purple flashing lights shone as the brass baton rolled against and broke several dozen invisible threads, nearly landing in the air a few centimeters away from the blood-weeping statue.

The statue of the Sorceress flinched as his weapon appeared in her vision, scowling as she looked up toward him. “You’re such a blind fool, throwing away your only weapon as you-“ she saw the purple light at the end of his hand.

A phantom structure escaped his outstretched palm, a manifestation made entirely of purple translucent aura in the shape of crumpled brass launched from his hand's twin across the room, slamming blindingly fast into the brass baton still spinning in the air, making a loud grinding noise as it collided against the invisible chains until an echoing SNAP sounded as the baton went through the stone statue’s stomach.

The impact sounded out a deafening crack as dust and stone bits fell to the floor in small pittering bursts, like sand falling onto the road, only for its intensity to match as the baton launched into the ground, sticking itself at an upright angle. The sorceress’ lower half stumbled as it fell over; Sebas did the same as he came out of the air.

Sebas stomped over and crushed the skull of the statue between his feet as he laughed, shouting out “WEAK, WEAKKKKK,” as his foot cracked and shattered the skull into a fine powder.

Sebas grabbed his brass baton as he chuckled, shoving his hand against his face, slinging the object over his shoulder as he giggled into his palm. He looked toward the iron doorway to his left, and pushed it open, revealing an extended corridor that began to merge into a mesh of bonestuff walls; interlocked skeletal remnants.

Sebas trudged down the hall before he began running across the cracked stone tiles beneath his feet, dragging the strange baton along with him. Shards of broken ribs and skulls crunched beneath his feet as he ran around the corridors, trying to find the path forward.

Whispers entered his ears. He twitched his head around to make them flee from his head. When that didn’t work, he flung the baton in large open swipes, trying to attack the noises.

Sebas yelled and slammed his head into the wall as voices whispered darkness to him, filling his mind with dread and malice, worming their place into his subconscious.

“OUT” he snarled, slamming his weapon into the walls.

A teal-green light flew as bonestuff shattered beneath the weapon, A shrieking wailing, banshee-like, screeched out from the broken wall and bled his ears as the wall rebuilt itself.

Sebas roared and chipped away at the fragile labyrinth of bone, gritting his smile as the wailing shrieks bore into his ears. He kept pounding with the rod of crumpled brass until he reached the other side of the meter-long block of picked-clean carcass.

He looked around as the drums continued in his head, his heart beating between his ears and he locked eyes on the next square wall of bone, a grotesque patchwork of human or similar remains.

The whispers screamed death in his ears, but his widened smile was the only gift returned to it. He spun the baton in the air as a purple light stuck to its figure, giving it small echos, afterimages of its real form.

The wall seemed to shudder for a moment, before the vestiges of the damned souls within appeared, several dozen faces that looked at him with pity, pleading, and mocking him, all at once somehow.

Sebas slung his weapon forward and watched the first impact that was followed by its ghostly twin that duplicated the impact. Sebas laughed as exhilaration filled his golden eyes as the wails of the walls screamed outward, only to be drowned out by his roars. A storm of shards of bone and teal wisps of energy poured out as he broke through wall after wall, still screaming on his mayhem-filled path, losing his proper purpose as he created a new solution to the maze.

A chorus of crying souls screamed out, mixing with the thunderous drumming coming from his heart that filled his ears, reminding his feral state of an orchestra. Each pulverized section of lattice bonework screamed in symphony with his internal drums, losing himself in the beautiful ecstasy that his orchestra of chaos had created. What was once an intricate path throughout a labyrinth of macabre skulls and skeletons was now a slowly re-growing tunnel of destruction, with only cackling laughter overshadowing its horrific whispers of the souls trapped.

Sebas walked forward as his chest heaved up and down; heavy but steady, the large brass baton slung around his shoulder, nearly white with the dust from the dense walls of bone. Beneath Sebas’ laughter, unbeknownst to him, the whispers were no longer there, just a soft hum that resonated through the underground mausoleum, originating from another iron door at the end of the hallway. He did not stare at the bone that slowly shifted into blackened smooth stone, but kept his eyes on the door, decorated with embossments of two skeletons with bony hands interlocked. Sebas slumped forward with his haggard breathing, shoving his shoulder into the side of the door to press it open.

Inside was a large, circular chamber with white light sconces lighting up the room, while a large, light blue orb floated behind cages made of bone.

Within the circular room sat a ritual circle, where the lich, Sariel, held the dust-covered skeletal remains of her betrothed’s skull.

“You didn’t need to break his skull.”

She said softly to the monster that broke into her home, a mixture of sorrow and fury sounded from her, despite her quiet voice.

“WANTED,” Sebas said, with a boisterous laughter, “BREAK STUFF.”

Sariel gripped tightly at the broken chipped pieces of her lover's skull, and gave it a soft kiss with her teeth, sending teal light into the skeleton laid out beneath her.

“You… Monsters always think about destruction-“

Sebas cracked up at her, unable to hold in his glee.

“You’ve broken the only thing I loved, I just wanted to be left alone, with the ones who truly understood me.”

She placed the small pieces of the skull within the pile at the top of the decayed cadaver and laid it on the ground with its hands sitting crossed on its chest.

Sebas giggled as he watched the dust begin to float in the air, turning into magic sigils, even though something in his heart wept, he giggled still, watching in awe, biting on his fingers in anticipation as he watched whatever magic was unfolding before him.

From the ground, arose the once-crowned skeleton, and Sebas' heartbeat as his feet taped up and down against the brick as he jogged in place.

“FASTER!” He screamed impatiently, wanting the fight to begin.

“Patience child, I also wish to see him again.”

Sebas looked at the gaunt woman who held onto the small silver locket that she clutched in her skeletal palm, but ultimately stayed quiet and sat down, holding his hand over his head, his claws practically digging into the underside of his head as he clutched it in anticipation.

From the dust, several thousand motes of teal green light peered out and metal melded out from the specks of light around the skeleton, forming armor around the headless corpse. The last fragments of the skull in Sariel’s hand rattled with movement and fled towards the ritual circle, as electrical energy flashed and shoved itself into the form of a sword before falling next to the armored body. The body fell to the ground, and a black flame lit from within the base of the spinal cord, where two bright red flames, eyes, flashed out to look around as he stood on one knee.

Sebas looked up with a violent grin as he smiled at the new form, the Dullahan in front of him, as it locked eyes with the skeleton across from him.

“… a monster?”

The lich clutched onto her phylactery as the Dullahan walked forward, a loud metallic clanking from his boots.

“Did you- is… is that?” he stammered out.

Sariel held her hand out with the silver, heart-shaped locket within it.

“Kaelith,” she said softly, almost trembling within her voice, “… it’s me Kae.”

A hesitant clank of a slammed foot forward sounded as he stumbled forward, each sound of his feet falling echoed through the room as he looked around, and at himself, observing his metal-armored hands in front of him.

“Is… did you… is that?” He asked, as he lightly brushed his pointy gauntleted hands against the latch of the locket while Sariel looked away. Sariel held it up, a bit further so he could properly take a look at it.

“It’s me Kae.”

Her hand trembled as she held the small trinket up, and watched as the flaming man inspected the photo inside, along with the inscription dug in with a small dagger.

“Do you know this locket, you gave it to me, do you remember?” She asked, hiding the desperation in her voice.

Kaelith brushed the thumb of his gauntlet against the ridge of the trinket, reading its inscription, “I… remember… I gave this to you… what did you do?”

Small tears and translucent teal liquid poured from the lich’s hollow eye sockets.

“What happened to you?”

Sebas, impatiently yelled, “FIGHT!”

“IN A MINUTE,” Sariel yelled, looking at the grumbling, yet smiling, foolish one-armed monster while electric crackling thunder roared from her body; her eye sockets emptied of tears as they were replaced with violent orbs of pure green necromantic energy.

The Dullahan lightly pulled the chin of the lich, making her look at him in his blazing eyes.

“I remember this… I remember this-“ he sniffled, and shuddered, “because I gave it to the woman I loved…”

He wiped away the tears that flowed against the cheekbones of the skeleton before him. Holding her face softly as he looked into her eye sockets, “I’ll always love my Sariel- my Sari.”

Sariel held a hand to her mouth and choked out tears, her hollow chest rattled out as she cried, holding onto the gauntlet that stroked the side of her face, “I never wanted to hurt you, Kae, but I couldn’t live without you,” her voice whispered out between choked sobs, lingering regret in her voice.

Kaelith smiled as he held onto her bony face, his flame lit up brighter, and he leaned down to get on an equal eye level with the skeleton before him. “You never hurt me, Sari, you made a choice, and I will follow you wherever you go.” His hand holding the locket held onto her face as well, both thumbs lightly removing tears from her face.

“FIGHT!!” Sebas yelled, even more impatiently.

“My beloved…” Sariel said, before looking away, “Let this be our first kiss” she said, before leaning into the flames of the Dullahan.

Sebas groaned and upturned his face in disgust at the gesture, waiting as they held onto each other.

“FIGHT!!!”

“But we can have our second, later…”

“I assume you know this young… this… thing?” He said, looking at Sebas.

“He’s here to fight us, he’s going through some sort of Berserker’s High”

Kaelith laughed and it echoed ominously, “Of course! Everyone’s been there,” he said, the flaming eyes on his figure turned upright as his sword flew to his hand.

Sebas asked, with sheer excitement as he scrambled to his feet, “FIGHT TIME?”

“Yes, young lad, it is fight time,” Kaelith said, with a boisterous laugh while walking forward, one hand holding Sariel’s and the other with a Greatsword that forked at the end to create imposing barbs on the black, glowing blade upon his shoulder.

Sebas let out a guttural laugh and launched his body forward, tightly gripping the handle of the baton while he ran to the speed of the drums of war that echoed throughout his body.

Kaelith smiled, his figure restored to a somewhat ghostly skull shape while holding his blade, and softly released Sariel’s hand, whipping his blade around, holding it in a low-angle grip as he ran forward.

“COME, YOUNG LAD, LET US SEE IF YOU CAN DEFEAT THE FURY OF A KNIGHT WHO HAS DIED ONCE BEFORE!”

Sariel protectively held onto the locket around her neck while the two men fought, a proud and regal gait from her beloved Kaelith, while Sebas ran at a pace fit for a monster, a rapid stride and charging headlong into whatever danger he found in front of him.

Kaelith swung forward as Sebas launched his weapon outward, an explosive clash resonated as Kaeliths blade struck the ground, while Sebas’ baton went skyward, embedding itself into the ceiling.

Sebas chortled manically while he leapt atop of the Dullahan ripping his claw across its chest plate while his taloned legs dug into the thighed plates of necromantic metal.

Kaelith let out a low ominous chuckle as Sebas dug into him, but did not flinch at his reckless attacks, “You fight like a Hellhound, boy! I’m impressed, but little do you know I was the one who killed Cerberus at the front of the gates of the entrance to the underworld!”

Kaelith grabbed Sebas, and pulled him backward, slamming his body into the ground as he slammed Sebas’ neck against the floor, before shoving him in the air while bent backward. He stood upright in a single motion, and the floor cracked as he launched his body upward, with the great blade angled down at his hips. The blade screamed as it bit into the air, slicing Sebas across the body with his blade, unable to make a proper cut against the hard skin of the monster’s body, but strong enough to launch him directly into the ceiling.

“COME NOW, THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR A REAL BERSERKER FRENZY!”

Sebas coughed blood as his body slammed against the ceiling, and fell limp, slamming directly into the blade awaiting below. Sebas suddenly flapped his wings as the blade bit at his neck, and he grabbed the Dullahan by the feet, pulling him off the ground as he slung him around.

“OH- HO-HO, QUITE SPIRITED FOR A BEAST!”

He reached out, letting his weapon fly backward as Sebas flew around the circular arena, and watched as it slammed into Sebas’ back, forcing the pair to go to the ground, crashing into bookshelves and tile as they rolled across the ground.

“You have claws, wings, and fury, but you miss out on discipline dear boy!” Kaelith said, now atop Sebas, gauntled fists launching into his face.

Sebas shoved him off with a kick to the back, and Kaelith applauded him as he used the inertia to grab on with his talons and he flipped around midair to right himself. Sebas punched himself in the face a few times before roaring at the Dullahan, “FIGHT HARDER!”

“As you wish,” Kaelith said, dashing forward with the blade. Kaelith blurred as his blade flew down from above, Sebas standing parallel as he shoved his scaled fist into the broad shoulder of the Dullahan.

“Well dodged! Let's go a bit faster~”

Sebas ducked as the blade slung from the side suddenly, weaving and bobbing his body as it launched out toward him, the sheer force of the blade launching wind out across his scales that made him shiver, each blow, if hitting the right spot, could easily kill him.

Sebas teeth glinted red as he smiled, his body jerking forward as his wings assisted him as he took the blade user’s hand away with his jaws. The metal crumpled beneath his teeth as he jerked his head to the side, his hand now holding onto the great blade as he raised it, planning to strike it downward through the chest of the Dullahan.

Sebas slammed it into the chest of the Dullahan and smiled as he caught the blade within his hand, the crimson light in Kaelith’s eyes widened in laughter.

“You think you can steal from me, boy? It’s a bold move, but this is beyond you, child, this is no ordinary blade, it’s part of me, something that someone like you cannot wield!“

Kaelith shoved the sword to the side and smacked Sebas with his shoulder as the blade sunk into the stone tiles, a shockwave rippling through the room and rubble slamming into the floor as the damage was done to the entire floor.

Sebas recoiled as he held where the pauldron hit his skull. He ran forward and slammed his leg against the blade, as Kaelith laughed while slowly standing up.

Kaelith laughed as Sebas sent his calf into the spine of his blade, over and over.

“Foolish child, there’s nothing that can break a blade made by discipline.”

Sebas looked up towards him, and flashed his smile once again, as his body reflexively accepted his challenge, causing a few notifications to burn his overworking mind.

[Cascade: [Bite LV MAX] and [Multi-Hit LV 1] are overlapping]

[Substituting Pure Mana for this attack]

[Excess Energy Amount: 137% -> 135%]

[The Skill: [Relentless Maw] has been temporarily created!]

A magenta glow rained out from Sebas teeth as he slammed his jaws against the blade, as Kaelith cheered.

“SHOW ME WHAT YOUR DISCIPLINE AMOUNTS TO YOUNG LAD!” His fiery eyes laughed as the monster slammed against the blade.

The impact upon the blade was deafening, mixed with Sebas’ primal roar, the shattering of stone and metal sung along in a painful tune.

The blade screamed, a magical cry, as the metal of the blade began to crack, and glow underneath the pressure of his teeth, shards of black metal laced with pure teal energy exploded outward, sending Sebas back as the small pieces of necromantic shrapnel launched outward, pieces dissolving into green mist.

Kaelith staggered as the blade broke, and his armor across his body shattered and he fell to a knee, where Sariel rushed towards his side, screaming concerned No’s.

“My word! You shattered my blade!”

Sebas got up from his indent in the wall, magenta smoke trailing off from his teeth as he spit out the piece of metal, grinning wildly once more.

“… my sword…” Kaelith said in a somewhat pitiful tone.

Sebas laughed, screaming laughter, and whooped out a roar, as his playmate had been bested.

The Dullahan straightened out, and sighed, picking up the handle of his blade, before looking up at his sword, “Little monster…”

Sariel chuckled softly, resting her shoulder on her companion, “It looks like you lost…”

Sebas chuckled as he sat in a low position before him, wings unfurled, ready to fight, and launched his body forward, he slammed forward with his arm, dragging himself forward before falling out, and coughing blood in a horrific sight as he flopped against the floor, whimpering coldly as his body failed on him.

[[Savage Overdrive] has been deactivated]

[Penalty Occurring]

“And… he’s done too…” Sariel said with a soft voice.

“I suppose he is…”

“Well… he won…” Kaelith said, lightly pulling off the necklace around his companion's neck.

“Do we have to?”

“Sari, we need to move on, I’m a beaten knight without a sword, and you’re a beautiful young sorceress I’m taking with me, so you don’t latch onto some kid… plus I can only hold myself up for so long with this,” he said, holding up the handle of the broken blade.

Kaelith lifted Sebas upright, sitting him against the floor as he whined out pained noises from his internal injuries.

“Well, looks like someone’s frayed up in all the right places,” Kaelith said, crouching down in front of Sebas.

Sebas growled weakly at the man in front of him.

Kaelith laughed weakly, “And he hasn’t lost his will either! I like this one, if we ever had a child, I imagine he would be like this one, brave, but a little stupid.”

Sebas snarled and bit at him, but Kaelith held his mouth open and placed the Silver Pendant open against his teeth.

“Never lose your drive as a warrior.”

Sebas looked at the man incredulously as he walked back towards his lover, and held her hands.

“Sari?”

“Yes, Kae?”

“Will you marry me?”

Sebas bit down on the Phylanctory, the weak silver of the hinge breaking in half, and watched as both corpses before him smiled as the lich jumped into the Dullahan’s arms, both slowly turning into ethereal light as he laughed, carefully holding the lich in his hands.

[You have shattered the Skull of a Dullahan!]

[Notice: You have killed the Sub-Dungeon Boss: Dullahan “Kaelith Dravenhart” [Level 45]]

[Notice: You have killed the Dungeon Boss: Lich “Sariel Blackthorn” [Level 50]]

[Congratulations]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 11 -> Level 12]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 12 -> Level 13]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 13 -> Level 14]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 14 -> Level 15]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 15 -> Level 16]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 16 -> Level 17]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 17 -> Level 18]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 18 -> Level 19]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 19 -> Level 20]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 20 -> Level 21]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 21 -> Level 22]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 22 -> Level 23]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 23 -> Level 24]

[Stygian Dreadwing Level 24 -> Level 25]

[Access. 120 Stat Points available for Distribution.]

Sebas’ consciousness faded as he watched the two skeletons slowly turn into a tan young girl with long white hair and a pale young man with ruby red hair and black eyes, their golden glowing bodies appeared to be ascending into the sky as they spun around together, joyful laughter filling the empty catacomb.