Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Feeling a devastating tremor travel through his muscles, Raith retracted his hand then, crashed another punch into the monster's leg.

A net of crack appeared on its stonelike skin. It really was like punching a stone wall, the monster's body was protect by a powerful scale of stone that made it impenetrable to every attack.

With an endless spring of energy formidifying his body, Raith was now beyond your average strong guy, according to the otherworldly standards.

'It's working!'

Seeing the net of cracks, Raith grimaced with an even scarier determination, contracting his fist and bashing another thunderclapping blow that finally broke apart the monster's skin.

Finally, he twirled the broken sword and plunged it into the cracked space. Purple ichor poured out like spring.

Raith immediately, dislodged the attack, and pummeled it again. He did it multiple times deepening the wound on the monster's leg. Each time the gigantic abomination, let out a babyish screech, lashing its tentacles around in frenzy. Even though it had managed to remove the one that was hooked, it was weaker than the other.

Raith paid no attention the disaster that was happening around him as the monster smashed its tentacles around the cliff. He allowed lightning strikes run amok. Punching faster and harder by each sesecond.

The stone cracked, and broke into pieces even larger than the former. Raith without wasting a second used the broken sword to tear across a slash. He twirled the sword in his hand. Then brought it back down.

He gripped harder, pushing his hand back. The air seemed to part as the edge of the broken sword whizzed through it and sank into the monster's leg, bathed in a downpour of purple ichor. Raith pushed harder, until it was reach the hilt.

It was sad that the sword had broken if not, better damage would have been done. But thanks to the blade's noble sacrifice, this crazy idea occurred to him.

His knuckle was peeled, his hand was trembling. But he didn't mind. Moreso, the crystallization of his blood made everything bearable. It was much better compared to when he fought Slyvia.

Pushing the fond memories of his companions away, Raith flew with mad speed. Trying to reach the hindlimb as it was farther.

Before he could however, the monster suddenly ejected a storm of white smoke. In a second, the entire depth was covered by white smokes.

And Raith found himself trapped in an impregnable wall of them. The bastard had managed to trap him in the center of its illusionary attack.

Raith looked at his hand.

'Darn, this one is broken'

What was the assurance that the same attack was even going to work twice. He couldn't be too sure. There was more possibility that the first one was successful because it caught the monster off guard.

The smoke illusion must be some kind of defense mechanism the monster uses to protect or hid itself.

Raith narrowed his eyes, cautiously looking around him.

'What if it decided to use it as an attack…'

Hiding itself within the vast sea of smoke and being unseen, surely the monster would be able to easily attack and vanquish its prey.

'Wait…'

Raith grimaced.

'Maybe, this was not a defence mechanism at all…'

How could he have missed it. Not that the monster wanted to hide itself from anyone, what if the purpose the sea of smoke served was to cause to be some kind of deception, a trap for the monster to easily kill its prey.

Hard skin, tentacles with thorn pads, large fangs, and illusion smoke. Its features were defined for a specific pattern of attack. Long ranged. And even if it's prey does manage to get close to it, the abomination could eject smoke and lost its prey in a sea of illusion, then kill them.

But judging by how long this is taking. Raith was guessing… either the monster was taking its time to get its prey, or it couldn't it.

It was a thick, unseeable wall after all.

And the monster had only one eyes.

Raith peered at the dagger in his hands then sighed.

Defeating a monster on this scale was outrageous… really. 'What is this darned asura thinking'

Raith glanced back with a callous frown. Then reorganized his attention a minute later.

"This is pretty simple"

He was going to do it. Fuck what the asura thinks he was going to use at least one of his skill to bring this thing down.

He powered his knee pouring strength into his lower body. Then he jumped.

He plunged out of the sea of smoke and rolled into the air, clenching his fist as he began a descent. The winds howled into his ear as he went on a free fall.

Raith narrowed his eyes, the red one glinting with a subtle red ethereal glow but before the demon eyes could activate. Blood burst out of his eyes making him go blind in that moment.

The monster's tentacle stretched out with a wind tearing speed and wrapped around Raith's leg. It's thorn biting dip into his legs.

Then it brought him down. Slammed him heavily to the ground. The whole place shuddered under the impact of the smash, thunderous crashing sound traveled across the landscape, towards the mountains.

The archer lady watched with gritted teeth. Her eyes stayed squinted all these while, she watched the entire battle unfold with her focus eye.

Hatred angrily rose in her as she watched the strange man tood and do totally nothing. She had earlier thought he came to collect her bow because he was going to use it. But he isn't doing anything with it.

Something caught her attention however, the same moment when the tentacles of the monster captured Raith's leg.

The ma raised his hand to his mouth and coughed. The rest was too far for her to see.

Meanwhile, Thard - Harl moved his hand away from his mouth and stared at his palm with a complex gloomy expression on his face.contemporary romance

'Blocking out this kid's ability is suddenly exerting more toll on me. Just how strong is he from channeling his energy.'

He brought out a napkin and wiped the purple blood away from his palm.

'Fel… I wonder what the hell it is we are brooding.'

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