The world shimmered and tore around Cassius as he was transported once again.
« Floor 10 »
« Survive the Arena »
« Monster: Hellshade Lupus »
« Rank: ★★★★ »
« Reward: Access to Exit »
The system prompt faded into nothingness, swallowed by the silence.
Cassius opened his eyes, and his boots scraped against jagged black stone tiles. The entire environment had changed—from claustrophobic corridors to a vast coliseum.
A towering arena stretched out around him, carved into the heart of a shadowed canyon. The sky above was not a sky, but a roiling ocean of red and black clouds, flashing occasionally with streaks of silent lightning.
The arena floor was vast, circular, surrounded by spiked obsidian walls that clawed at the heavens like the ribs of some ancient god-beast.
The air was oppressive. Not just hot—burning. The floor beneath his feet pulsed with a faint warmth, like the arena itself was alive, its breath slow and rhythmic, like the slow inhale of a slumbering titan.
The scent of iron and scorched earth filled his nostrils. The moment he tried to shift his weight, pain lanced through his side.
He was injured. His body was a mess of bruises, cuts, and dried blood. His breathing came ragged, shallow. His body screamed at him to rest.
But he couldn't. Not now.
Chains rattled.
Somewhere beyond the smoke-veiled gate across the arena, something stirred. Not walked. Not paced. Stirred—as if uncoiling from slumber.
The massive gate groaned open with a mechanical shriek that echoed like the end of days. Out stepped a creature that did not walk—it glided.
It had the skeletal shape of a wolf, elongated and malformed, but its body was cloaked in glimmering obsidian skin, stretched tight over shadows that wriggled and slithered.
Its fur was wisps of black mist that evaporated and regenerated constantly. The air around it warped with each breath. Its eyes burned—not with light, but with pressure. Crimson pits of malevolence.
Hellshade Lupus.
A creature that should not exist. A beast spawned not of nature, but of nightmare.
Cassius narrowed his gaze. His legs felt like lead. His mana was still unreachable. But he stood tall. Not for honor. Not even for Mia.
But because… he was enjoying this.
The Hellshade moved.
One instant, it was still. The next—it was gone.
Cassius had no time to brace. The beast's massive claw carved an arc through the air and slammed into his ribs.
CRACK!
Cassius was hurled across the arena like a doll. He smashed into the wall. The stone cracked from the impact. His lungs emptied. Blood exploded from his lips.
The pain wasn't dull. It was raw. Immediate. Crushing.
He coughed, trying to gasp for air—but it felt like his lungs had collapsed. His vision blurred.
Then the beast came again.
Fangs, long as daggers, sank into his shoulder. Flesh tore. Tendons screamed. Cassius roared, a sound primal and agonizing. The pain snapped something in him.
He tried to retaliate, swinging a desperate punch—but the beast was already gone. It appeared behind him, tail lashing out like a whip. It coiled around his leg and flung him once again into the arena wall.
THUD!
More blood. More pain. His body wouldn't respond.
He was losing. Dying. If it continued—this would be it.
But something shifted.
His vision dimmed—but not from unconsciousness. No.
Something was awakening.
The Eye of the End
Not consciously.
There was no mental trigger. No chant. Just need.
In that moment of pure desperation—when his body was broken and his soul unchained—the cursed eye opened.
It wasn't dramatic.
It was… clarity.
The world no longer looked the same.
The Hellshade moved—but Cassius saw it before it did. Not foresight. Perception.
Every twitch of its muscle. Every coil in its limbs. The faint shimmer of power gathering behind each attack. Fracture lines in its stance. Faults in its rhythm.
Cassius knew how the beast moved.
His broken body responded—not with speed, but efficiency.
He ducked as a claw carved the space above him. Not because he reacted, but because he moved at the exact moment required.
His fist lashed out—not to harm, but to strike a joint he saw was exposed. The Hellshade staggered. Shock rippled through its form.
Cassius's movements were perfect. No wasted energy. No unnecessary motion.
His eye—that cursed divine eye—was calculating, dissecting, mastering.
And then…
He felt it.
It wasn't a flare. Not a rush of energy. It was like discovering an invisible ocean beneath his feet.
A hum.
A second heartbeat. The mana of the world.
It pulsed through the air, the stone, the very breath he took. How had he never felt this before? It was in everything. A song he'd been deaf to.
He inhaled.
And this time, it filled more than lungs.
It filled his core.
Warmth spread from within. A steady rhythm. Not overpowering—but balanced. Aligned.
He moved his hand. It sparked—not from effort, but from resonance.
Violet lightning danced across his knuckles like obedient wolves.
Cassius grinned, blood trailing down his chin.
The Hellshade roared, preparing another charge.
Cassius stood tall. Shoulders squared. Lightning rising around him.
"…Round two, you shadow-faced mutt."
...
The Hellshade roared and surged forward, its claws slicing through the charged air like guillotines. Each motion left behind smears of shadow, like reality itself was unraveling around it.
But Cassius did not flinch.
His eye—The Eye of the End—was fully open now. Not just in sight, but in awareness.
The world had turned slow, like syrup falling in reverse. Every breath, every pulse of the beast, every footstep it made echoed across his mind like the ticking of a perfectly predictable clock.
He moved—not fast, but flawlessly. A step back, his foot finding the exact millimeter of cracked stone that would give him a perfect pivot.
His left arm, dislocated moments ago, snapped back into place with a sharp pop as his shoulder rolled mid-motion, using the momentum from his spin.
The Hellshade struck. A blur of fang and claw.
Cassius weaved through the assault like he'd rehearsed it a thousand times.
He wasn't reacting. He was correcting. Reading. Seeing the lines of inevitable destruction and slipping between them like a specter.
Crack!
He landed a punch—not strong, but exact. The strike connected beneath the beast's second rib where the chitin armor was weakest.
The shockwave from the blow caused the beast to recoil, its limbs twitching violently.
Lightning coiled around Cassius's form now, not summoned, but awakened. Violet arcs danced around him, clinging to his body like chains made of storms.
And he could feel them—not just see or hear the crackle, but truly feel them.
The mana was no longer a mystery.
He understood now—it wasn't about forcibly drawing it in. It was everywhere, like moisture in the air, like heat in sunlight.
Before, he had tried to dominate it. Bend it. But now…
He let it move.
Mana wasn't meant to be shackled. It was meant to resonate.
He had become a tuning fork in a vast ocean of song.
He shifted his weight and focused on his feet. He didn't cast lightning—it bloomed around him like breath from his soul.
From beneath his heel, a violet sigil pulsed—not one formed by chants or incantations, but by alignment. Harmony.
Crack-thoom!
He blurred.
Lightning exploded behind him as he vanished.
The Hellshade turned, but too slow. Cassius appeared above it, fist descending like a divine judgment.
The blow connected with its spine, sending the beast crashing into the arena floor.
The impact shattered stone, sending obsidian debris in all directions.
The Hellshade howled in pain—a grating, hollow sound like a thousand screams colliding.
Cassius rolled mid-air, landed, and crouched low.
His fingers dug into the warm, pulsing stone. He felt the mana in the arena floor itself, almost like it was breathing.
The Eye of the End helped him see the veins of it, running like threads of power beneath the surface.
He raised his hands.
The lightning responded instantly.
No chant. No word. Just will.
Violet serpents of mana twisted into a spear, formed with razor precision and perfect stability.
He could see the flow of energy inside it. The points of least resistance. The optimal trajectory.
The Hellshade rose again, visibly wounded, its form flickering, trying to stabilize.
Cassius didn't hesitate.
He hurled the spear.
It wasn't just an attack—it was an execution.
The weapon split through the air like divine judgment, aiming not for the head or heart, but the singular weak point at the base of the creature's neck—the one spot that, when seen through the Eye, pulsed with terminal flaw.
BOOM!
The impact wasn't explosive in volume—but in weight.
The spear struck true. Mana surged violently as the beast collapsed, convulsing, then stilled.
Its body melted into shadowed mist, dissolving back into whatever plane had birthed it.
Silence returned.
Only the flicker of lightning and the labored breath of a victor remained.
Cassius stood in the center of the ruined floor, his chest heaving, his body battered beyond recognition—but his eyes, his cursed amethyst eye, burned with new life.
He had felt the breath of mana.
He had tasted true resonance.
« Floor 10 Completed »
—— Trial Completed ——
Creator: Isolde Lancaster
Rank: ★★★
Description: Defeat the horde of monsters and navigate through the Labyrinth. Find and rescue Mia Lancaster.
Winning Condition: Felt Mana and Defeated Every Monster
Reward: Safety of Mia Lancaster granted
Duration: 3:23:57
—— Congratulations ——