The air in this dungeon was thick with mana, the kind that made Maverick’s skin prickle and his instincts scream to stay alert. The cavernous final chamber of this overly sized dungeon loomed before them, an intimidating expanse illuminated by the faint glow of crystalline formations jutting from the walls and ceiling. The atmosphere was heavy, a palpable reminder that they were nearing the end of this massive, labyrinthine dungeon. Somewhere ahead, an S-rank boss awaited them.

Maverick adjusted the straps of his enchanted satchel, recalling how they’d just cleared the previous section, facing down an A-rank boss that would have been insurmountable for most teams. Not for this group. The trio of S-rankers he traveled with had dispatched it almost casually. Watching their overwhelming power had left Maverick equal parts awed and unnerved.

To his right walked Lyra Winters, her cold demeanor matching her element. With her stark white hair and icy blue eyes, she exuded an almost otherworldly grace. Even now, frost gathered faintly around her hands as if the dungeon's oppressive heat was beneath her notice. She rarely spoke, but when she did, her words carried weight—sharp and deliberate.

To his left strode Zarek Surge, a man whose energy could barely be contained. His wild grin and electric-blue streaked hair made him impossible to miss. Sparks of lightning danced across his fingers as he idly flicked bolts of energy between his hands, the sound of crackling electricity a constant reminder of his explosive power. Zarek was the kind of guy who thrived on danger, always looking for the next thrill.

Leading the group was Long Qiangsheng, their unofficial commander. Long had no flashy displays of power like the others, but his presence alone was intimidating. His strength and durability were nothing short of monstrous, and Maverick had seen him crush monsters with a single punch that left craters in the dungeon floor. Calm and unyielding, Long seemed unshakable, his focused demeanor a grounding force for the group.

Maverick, by contrast, felt like the odd one out. His ability, magic amplification, was undeniably useful, but in a team like this? He felt more like a support than a true equal. He’d proven his worth on other teams by amplifying not only their combat abilities but also his own spells, particularly his life magic—a rare and invaluable skill for other teams. But this one? He felt useless as he barely did anything and the enemies would die before him being able to do anything..

As they walked, Zarek broke the tense silence, his grin widening. “So, what do you think the boss is going to be? A dragon? Maybe one of those creepy shadow beasts?”

“Whatever it is, it’ll be stronger than the last one,” Lyra said, her voice as frosty as her aura. “Try to keep your excitement in check. We can’t afford recklessness here.”

“Oh, come on, Lyra,” Zarek replied, sparks dancing between his fingertips. “Where’s the fun in that? You’re just mad because I fried that last boss faster than you could freeze it solid.”

Lyra gave him a withering look. “If by ‘fried,’ you mean you caused an unnecessary cave-in that delayed us for an hour, then yes. Well done, Zarek.”

Zarek smirked but didn’t argue. Maverick stifled a laugh, the tension in the group easing slightly as their personalities clashed. It was a reminder that, despite their power, they were still human—each with their quirks and flaws.

“Focus,” Long’s deep voice cut through their banter like a blade. His eyes were fixed ahead, his hands clenched into fists that glowed faintly with mana. “This dungeon’s design isn’t random. The mana here is dense, and the architecture of this chamber suggests powerful monsters meant to stop us. Stay sharp.”

“Yes, sir,” Maverick said reflexively, adjusting the mana flow in his body. He envied Long’s ability to stay so composed. Meanwhile, Zarek fell silent, though the playful glint in his eye remained.

Maverick’s thoughts drifted as they moved forward. The surnames of his teammates intrigued him—Winters, Surge, Long. It was almost as if their abilities had been destined by their surnames. Did their families always possess these surnames or have they changed it after getting their abilities? Maybe some sort of cosmic joke tied to the integration? It would make for fascinating research—maybe he should study it once they got back

Before Maverick could delve further into his musings, a sharp noise echoed through the chamber. It was faint at first, like the skittering of claws on stone, but it grew louder, more numerous.

"Ambush!" Long shouted, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

From the shadows, they emerged—grotesque creatures that looked like they had crawled straight out of an alien nightmare. Their elongated limbs ended in jagged claws, their eyeless faces twisted into gaping maws lined with needle-like teeth. A black, chitinous sheen covered their bodies, and their movements were unnervingly fast.

“Only Low A-rank” Lyra assessed coldly as the creatures swarmed toward them. “But there are too many to ignore.”

“Finally!” Zarek laughed, electricity crackling around him. “Something fun to warm up!”

The first wave descended upon them, and the group sprang into action.

Lyra raised a hand, and an icy mist swirled around her. In an instant, jagged spears of ice formed in midair and shot toward the creatures, impaling several of them and freezing others solid. The frost spread rapidly, slowing the advance of the swarm.

Zarek, meanwhile, was a blur of movement. He leapt into the fray with wild abandon, electricity surging from his body in violent arcs. Each bolt struck multiple creatures, their bodies convulsing before collapsing in smoldering heaps. “You want more? Come on!” he shouted, his laughter echoing through the chamber.

Maverick stayed close to Long, his hands glowing with mana as he channeled his amplification ability. “Long, you’re amplified!” he called out, the energy surging into his teammate.

Long wasted no time. With a single, thunderous step, he launched himself into the swarm. His fist collided with the ground, creating a shockwave that sent the creatures flying. Those that tried to claw at him barely left a scratch on his impenetrable skin. With methodical precision, he tore through the horde, each punch and kick leaving destruction in its wake.

Despite the chaos, Maverick held his ground. He summoned a shield of shimmering mana to block an incoming strike, then retaliated with a burst of concentrated fire magic, searing through several creatures. He could feel the strain of maintaining his amplifications while fighting, but the adrenaline kept him sharp.

“Keep them contained!” Lyra commanded, her icy aura intensifying. She raised both hands, and a wave of frost erupted from the ground, encasing a large portion of the swarm in a glacial prison. “We need to thin their numbers before more show up.”

“On it!” Zarek replied, unleashing a massive surge of lightning that arced between the frozen creatures, shattering the ice and obliterating them in a flash of energy.

The battle raged on, but the group’s coordination and overwhelming power quickly turned the tide. One by one, the creatures fell, their twisted bodies littering the ground. As the final creature was struck down, silence returned to the chamber, save for the team’s heavy breathing.

“Well,” Zarek said, brushing off a smear of black ichor. “That was fun. Let’s hope the boss is a bit more of a challenge.”

Lyra shot him a glare but said nothing, her icy composure already returning.

Long nodded toward Maverick. “Good work. Your amplifications made this much easier.”

Maverick managed a small smile, his heart still racing. “Thanks. Let’s hope I can keep it up for the boss.”

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Long’s gaze shifted toward the massive doors ahead. “We’re not far now. Stay ready.”

Ahead, the path widened, revealing a set of massive, ornate doors. They were carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with light, the mana in them so potent it was almost overwhelming. Maverick’s heart raced. This was it—the final chamber.

“Well,” Zarek said, grinning as he flexed his fingers. “Time to show this boss why we’re the best.”

“Contain your energy until we know what we’re dealing with,” Lyra said sharply, stepping forward to examine the runes on the door.

Long moved to stand beside her, his massive frame towering over everyone else. “Maverick, stay close. We’ll need your amplifications the moment the fight begins.”

“Understood,” Maverick replied, his voice steady despite his nerves. He channeled mana into his ability, preparing to enhance his teammates’ already overwhelming strength.

Lyra finished her examination, stepping back with a cold determination in her eyes. “The runes are designed to seal something immense. Whatever’s in there is far beyond A-rank.”

“Good,” Zarek said, his grin widening. “I was getting bored.”

Lyra ignored him, her gaze shifting to Long. “On your command.”

Long nodded and placed his hands on the doors. With a low growl, he pushed them open, his raw strength causing the ancient hinges to groan in protest. As the doors parted, a wave of oppressive mana washed over them, and Maverick felt the weight of the dungeon’s final guardian.

The massive chamber was almost overwhelming in its scale, the ceiling disappearing into shadows far above. The air was heavy with an oppressive, almost tangible aura of power that seemed to press against their very souls. Maverick’s eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room, where the boss awaited.

It was a hulking figure, larger than anything they had encountered so far. Its armored body glinted in the faint light of the glowing crystals scattered throughout the cavern. Its resemblance to the alien-like creatures they had just fought was unmistakable, but this one was far more intimidating. Its body was encased in layers of black, chitinous armor reinforced with glowing red veins of energy that pulsed like a heartbeat. The creature’s glowing red eyes burned with an eerie intelligence, and in its clawed hands, it held a massive halberd that crackled with raw energy.

Maverick swallowed hard, his palms damp with sweat. This is the S-rank boss?—it feels way powerful than any other S rank monster I’ve seen

The creature tilted its head, as though assessing them, and then let out an ear-splitting roar that shook the cavern. The ground trembled beneath their feet as the creature slammed its halberd into the floor, sending arcs of energy rippling outward.

Long stepped forward, his body already glowing with mana. His presence was steady and unshakable, a pillar of confidence in the face of the terrifying foe. “Stay disciplined,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We take it down together.”

The creature charged, its massive halberd cleaving through the air with terrifying speed. The group scattered, narrowly avoiding the first strike as it slammed into the ground, leaving a deep crater. The shockwave sent debris flying, forcing everyone to take cover.

“Hit it hard and fast!” Long shouted, leaping forward to engage. His fists collided with the creature’s armored chest, sending a shockwave rippling through the chamber. But the monster barely flinched, retaliating with a wide swing of its halberd that forced Long to retreat.

Lyra raised her hands, summoning a storm of razor-sharp ice shards that rained down on the boss. The shards struck its armor, some embedding themselves in weak points, but the creature shook them off with ease, the frost dissipating from its molten aura.

Zarek darted in from the side, electricity crackling around him as he unleashed a torrent of lightning. The bolts slammed into the creature, lighting up the chamber, but its armor absorbed much of the impact, glowing faintly as it redirected the energy.

Maverick stood back, his hands glowing with a pulsing light as he amplified the others’ attacks. “You’re all amplified!” he called out, his voice strained as the mana drain began to take its toll.

They pressed the attack, pouring everything they had into their strikes. Long delivered thunderous blows, Lyra sent waves of frost and ice spears, and Zarek attacked with relentless lightning strikes, all while Maverick’s amplification pushed their abilities to their limits. But no matter how much damage they inflicted, the creature’s wounds began to seal themselves immediately.

“This isn’t working,” Lyra said through gritted teeth, her frosty aura intensifying as she summoned another massive barrage of ice magic. “It’s healing too fast.”

Maverick furrowed his brow, his focus sharpening as he tried to analyze the creature’s unnatural regeneration. Suddenly, his eyes widened in realization. “Wait! It’s not just healing—it’s using time magic to revert its wounds!”

Long glanced back at him, his expression grim. “Time magic? That explains why it’s not going down. Tier 4 magic like that burns through mana reserves fast, though. There’s got to be a limit.” He turned to the others, his voice sharp. “We can’t afford a war of attrition. Push the offensive! If we keep letting it recover mana, we’re dead!”

Without hesitation, Long Qiangsheng’s body began to glow, his mana surging to unprecedented levels. His form shifted, muscles expanding as golden scales began to cover his skin. His human features gave way to those of a Jiao dragon, a powerful scaled serpent of legend. His massive frame loomed over the battlefield, claws and fangs glinting in the dim light. “I’ll take the brunt of its attacks. You two focus on breaking through that armor!”

Lyra and Zarek exchanged determined glances. Lyra’s frost aura flared violently, spreading across the chamber as she unleashed her full power. Ice began to crystallize around her, encasing her arms and legs in glacial armor. “Let’s finish this.”

Zarek grinned, the crackling of his lightning growing louder. Sparks danced wildly around his body as he summoned every ounce of mana he had. “I’m all in!”

The battle became even more brutal. Qiangsheng, in his dragon form, charged headlong into the monster, his claws raking across its chest and arms. He grappled with the creature, keeping it occupied while his teammates focused on weak points in its armor. The monster retaliated viciously, its halberd igniting with molten energy as it struck with devastating force. Each blow Long took sent tremors through his massive frame, but he held firm, his golden scales absorbing the impact.

Lyra summoned massive ice constructs, creating an array of crystalline weapons that bombarded the creature from all sides. Her spears pierced through the gaps in its armor, freezing sections of its body. Zarek was a blur of motion, darting around the battlefield and targeting the exposed weak points with precision strikes, each one sending arcs of lightning coursing through the monster.

Maverick pushed himself to the brink, amplifying their abilities to the absolute limit. But as the fight dragged on, his mana reserves began to run dangerously low. Gritting his teeth, he deactivated his ability briefly, focusing on regaining what little mana he could while his teammates held the line.

Despite their efforts, the monster’s regeneration continued to slow them down. The team began to suffer injuries—deep cuts, bruises, and broken bones. The halberd grazed Zarek’s arm, leaving a gash that bled profusely. Lyra was caught by a sweeping blow that severed her leg at the knee. She screamed in pain but didn’t falter, freezing the wound instantly to stop the bleeding. Her icy aura surged as she crafted a prosthetic leg from ice, standing tall once more.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she growled, her voice icy with determination.

Qiangsheng roared in frustration, pinning the monster to the ground with his claws. “It’s weakening! Don’t let up!”

Maverick reactivated his amplification, his body trembling from exhaustion. The monster’s movements grew sluggish, its time magic faltering as its mana reserves depleted.

With a final surge of power, the two unleashed their attacks simultaneously. The ice greatsword struck first, piercing through the creature’s chest and freezing it in place. The lightning bolt followed, shattering the frozen armor and tearing through the monster’s core.

The creature let out a deafening roar and collapsed to the ground, its body beginning to disintegrate into ash. But as the team caught their breaths, a disturbing sight met their eyes—the remnants of the creature were slowly knitting back together. Its core, though shattered, seemed to spark faintly with lingering energy, fueling its regeneration.

Long Qiangsheng, still in his dragon form, stepped forward, his scales turned gold, glinting in the dim chamber. His eyes burned with determination as he opened his jaws wide. Energy began to gather in his throat, swirling with an intensity that shook the very air around them.

With a deafening, earth-shattering roar, Qiangsheng unleashed a concentrated wave of power directly at the creature. The roar resonated like a divine hymn, obliterating the monster entirely and reducing its regenerating form to nothing more than scattered embers that faded into the void.

Maverick, standing nearby, felt the ground tremble beneath his feet. As the roar subsided, he narrowed his eyes, sensing something beyond ordinary mana. “That roar…” he muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on Qiangsheng. “There’s… traces of divine energy in it.”

Qiangsheng returned to his human form, his body covered in sweat but his expression triumphant. “Good work, everyone.”

Maverick sank to the ground, his legs trembling. “Remind me… to never doubt you guys again.”

Zarek laughed, collapsing beside him. “Man, that was awesome! Let’s do it again sometime.”

Lyra shot him a withering glare, though a faint amusement can be heard from her voice. “Even this one is more than enough.”