The fifth boss was called Luminblade Gallar, the Honorable Duelist. Unlike our previous foes, he was a human wearing a suit of armor. His armor was intricate and ceremonial, silver in color with faint gold etchings that formed elegant patterns. He used two curved, arm-mounted blades extended seamlessly from his forearms. They were quite unique as even I hadn’t seen his fighting style before. He was a textbook agile and technical duelist. The arena reflected his honor-bound demeanor. It was a pristine, circular battlefield of gleaming white stone, illuminated by cascading beams of light from above. Despite his title as the Honorable Duelist, Gallar was no less deadly. His attacks came in bursts of speed and precise combinations that left little room for error.
Blanche as a fellow dual wielder was the one to take him on. Their duel was an impressive sight to behold. Blanche stepped into the pristine arena with her characteristic confidence. The Honorable Duelist inclined his head, a gesture of respect, before shifting into his opening stance. Blanche met his onslaught with dazzling footwork, her rapier and sabre parrying the strikes with an almost musical rhythm. It was a sight of her I hadn’t seen properly. Fighting against beasts required less martial skill and more overpowering strength, after all.
Gallar’s fighting style was unlike anything Blanche—or any of us—had encountered before. His movements were fluid yet calculated, his strikes designed to force her into a defensive position. Watching him, I couldn’t help but shift in my seat and think how I would take him on.
Their duel became a dance as soon as each other tested the other’s limits. But in the end, it was Gallar who hit their limit first. Not because he lacked martial skills but just like my fight against Typhoon Fist, Blanche was smart enough to support her lacking parts with magic and other skills. Lightning and ice proved too much for Gallar and he fell.
5 down, 5 to go.
We returned back to our usual formula with our next boss, Karvax, the Crushing Titan. It was a massive insectoid giant who would give Behemoth a run for its money. Its deep crimson carapace was adorned with jagged scars, a sign that it fought and survived against many enemies. His dual horns, resembling colossal pincers, gleamed with a metallic sheen. 5 people could enter his area and I decided everyone except Blanche should enter for an easy fight and a way to reset our momentum. Artemeni and I took the aggro, Aurora was our main damage dealer, and Thalia supported us from behind while Gökbörü protected her. Taking everyone with me proved to be the right choice as Karvax was incredibly tough and not as a way of speaking. Its carapace was so tough that both Artemeni’s and my hands were bleeding after we struck it. Thankfully, maybe due to its immense weight, gravity spells worked wonders on it. Firing Armor Collapsing Claws with Mana Erupt also worked. Even with those, the fight took us 6 hours, 6 times my duel against Typhoon Fist.
But in the end, we won after a grueling grind. We imiditly went to sleep as the boss rush had no time limit.
6 down, 4 to go.
The seventh boss was the complete opposite of Karvax. It was called Noctulith, Keeper of the Silent Veil and the best way I could describe it was a spooky ghost. Its featureless face was adorned with a glowing, jagged mouth-like void. Shadowy tendrils coiled around its massive hands, and a spectral lantern floated near its chest, flickering with a haunting violet light. Aurora and Thalia were the ones to take it on.
Thalia was an obvious pick as she was a priestess and could purify it but she was too weak to do it alone. Aurora as our resident mage seemed a better pick than our physical attackers so she went in too. It was a weird team since they weren’t the biggest fans of each other.
Aurora and Thalia entered the arena with a mix of apprehension and determination. The battlefield, unlike the radiant one Gallar inhabited or the earthy arena Karvax had dominated, was a realm of oppressive darkness. The air seemed to hum with a low, unsettling frequency, and faint whispers echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once. Pale, flickering lights floated like lost souls around the edges of the arena, casting eerie shadows.
Noctulith stood in the center of this spectral void, its jagged, void-like mouth split wide in what might have been a sinister grin. Honestly, a part of me told me I should be one to enter there as darkness was my element but Aurora’s words rang in my ear. They weren’t porcelain dolls. They could manage. I should save my strength.
As the battle began, Noctulith unleashed a wave of shadowy tendrils that reached out like spectral claws. Aurora immediately conjured a barrier of shimmering flame, forcing the tendrils to recoil with an otherworldly hiss.
Thalia moved with precision, her holy light flaring as she recited prayers of purification. Her spells disrupted Noctulith’s shadows, carving out small sanctuaries of light within the suffocating darkness. The monster hissed in agitation, its lantern dimming briefly before it retaliated by summoning a vortex of shadows that swallowed the arena in pure blackness. Of course, it was useless as both of them could create light. It wasn’t long until the darkness Noctulith created was extinguished along with itself.
7 down, 3 to go.
The eighth boss was Infernal Magmasaurus, an imposing, quadrupedal beast covered in dark, volcanic rock-like armor with glowing fissures of molten lava running across its body. Lava constantly dripped from its mouth while light swipes from its club-like tail created craters. While it wasn’t as big as Stonebreaker, its body was compacted and looked like it weighed several tons.
Artemeni was the first one to jump in, eager to clash against another mighty beast. I sent Gökbörü with her as his ice abilities could mitigate the lava produced by the Magmasaurus. Man, I really wanted to fight against it myself but Artemeni’s excited face made me give up.
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Artemeni slammed her halberd to her shield as if challenging the creature while Gökbörü let out a wild howl. The Infernal Magmasaurus let out a guttural roar, magma dripping from its gaping maw, splattering onto the ground and instantly solidifying into jagged obsidian shards. The ground beneath its massive, clawed feet cracked under the oppressive heat radiating from its body. The beast accepted Artemeni’s challenge, slamming its club-like tail against the ground with a thunderous crash, molten sparks flying into the air.
The arena was fitting for the creature: a hellish expanse of scorched earth and bubbling lava pits, where even standing still meant enduring searing heat. Streams of molten rock carved glowing veins through the battlefield, creating deadly hazards for anyone not nimble enough to avoid them.
Artemeni charged first, her shield raised high and her halberd glowing faintly with mana. Gökbörü flanked her, his white fur a stark contrast to the fiery inferno around them. As the Magmasaurus reared back, preparing to unleash a wave of molten lava, Gökbörü exhaled a chilling blast of icy wind. The frost clashed with the searing heat, creating a cloud of steam that momentarily obscured the battlefield.
Artemeni used the opportunity to close the distance, slamming her shield into the Magmasaurus’s foreleg with a resounding clang. The beast roared in frustration, swinging its molten tail toward her with devastating force. Artemeni raised her shield just in time, but the impact sent her skidding back several meters, her boots digging furrows into the scorched ground.
“Stay close, Gökbörü!” she shouted, her voice resolute despite the intense heat. The pup responded with another icy howl, frost crystals forming on the edges of his fur. He darted in and out of the Magmasaurus’s reach, targeting its glowing fissures with precise blasts of cold. Every strike from Gökbörü caused the molten lava flowing through its body to harden briefly, slowing the creature’s movements.
I watched from the sidelines, gripping the hilt of my sword tightly. A part of me itched to jump into the fray, but seeing Artemeni and Gökbörü work together was a reminder of why I trusted my team.
After an hour or so, the fight ended with Gökbörü using Wolf King’s Crown and crushing the creature’s metallic throat. 8 down, 2 to go.
Blanche and I aprroched the penultimate boss.
(Voidborne Tyrant)
(From the endless nothingness between realms, it emerged—a creature of hunger, malice, and boundless ambition. The Voidborne Tyrant sought to consume and rule all creation, but the Stars pushed it back into the abyss, fracturing its form into countless shards.)
(6 people may enter.)
“Well, shit,” I muttered aloud, the weight of realization settling in. If the number of combatants allowed was any indication of a boss’s strength, then this one was the strongest yet. And to make matters worse, only Blanche and I could step into this fight.
I sighed and shifted my gaze to the towering monstrosity before us.
Surprisingly, it was roughly humanoid in shape if one looked past its gigantic posture. It was at least 10 meters tall, making me worry how I was about to get to its head though even if I got there, the black armor with neon markings made me worry about whether I could get through it or not.
Skeletal wings jutted from its back, their incomplete structure filled with shimmering blue energy that shifted and crackled like trapped lightning, forming the semblance of full, menacing wings. Behind it, three sinuous appendages—whether tails or tentacles—hung motionless, as though waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I prayed that they weren’t “that” kind of tentacles.
Most unsettling of all was the weapon fused to its left arm—a massive, curved blade with a beast’s snarling maw as its hilt. The beast was alive, its eyes burning with malevolence, its fanged mouth growling and snapping as though desperate to taste blood.The Voidborne Tyrant’s arena was a reflection of its origin—a fragmented realm suspended in a cosmic void. Platforms of jagged, black stone floated amidst a swirling maelstrom of stars and shadows. Ethereal winds howled in the distance, carrying whispers of despair and hunger that burrowed into the mind. The largest platform, where the Tyrant stood, pulsed with an eerie blue light emanating from runes etched into its surface.
“Alright. No use waiting around here. We will kill it together then go to the last boss as all of us. Then we get what Goddess of Freedom used to seal Moloch and live happily after.”
With that, we stepped into the boss area. The moment we stepped onto the platform, the Voidborne Tyrant moved, its towering form unnervingly silent for its size. Its skeletal wings spread wide, crackling with energy that sent sparks cascading into the void. With a single leap, it closed the distance, its massive blade cleaving through the air with terrifying speed.
I barely managed to block the strike, the force of the blow sending me crashing through several platforms. As I destroyed several platforms by going through them, I noticed how large the boss area was. Every boss area was bigger than it seemed but this one must be as large as a city.
The moment I regained my footing on a distant platform, I looked up to see Blanche already engaging the Voidborne Tyrant, her agility allowing her to weave through the monstrous strikes. Her dual blades glimmered like starlight as they struck at the Tyrant's legs, leaving shallow scratches against its armor. Her movements were fast but deliberate, aiming for weak points—if they existed.
The Voidborne Tyrant, however, didn’t seem fazed. One of its tentacle-like appendages lashed out, its speed unnatural for something of its size. Blanche somersaulted backward, the attack missing her by mere inches, but the sheer force of the whip-like appendage shattered the platform she had been standing on moments before.
“Blanche!” I yelled, pushing off the broken edge of the platform I was on, using Mana Erupt to propel myself forward like a comet. My landing created a small shockwave as I hit a nearby platform closer to the Tyrant.
“I’m fine!” she shouted back, her voice steady despite the chaos. “We need to aim for the joints—it’s the only way we’ll slow it down!”
“Alright, big guy,” I muttered, gripping the hilt of my sword tighter. The Demonic Swordbreaker shimmered with energy as I activated Armor Collapsing Claw, surrounding the blade with an intense, shimmering aura. “Let’s see if I can break that blade of yours.”