Dracul

TEXT Post Action: RAW-A > «Colossus» ID# 247XX | BD: 8 (6 +1+2, Hit!) | CD: 12 | [x2] (1) = 2 -(75) MIT =1 +18 DMG > «Colossus» +3 EN | Passive regen -(10) EN THORNS:18 procc! 2/3 Chest Dracul | HP: 605/605 | EN: 57/74 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:30 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA | LD: 20 [Assisted] Ariel | HP: 941/941 | EN: 98/117 | DMG: 32 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:10 | HB: 41 | REC: 6 | RISK: 6 | FLN: 12 | LD:19 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 24 [Assisting] «Col

text Post Action: RAW-A > «Colossus» ID# 247606 | BD: 8 (7 +1+2, Hit!) | CD: 11 | [x2] (1) = 2 -(75) MIT =1 +18 DMG > «Colossus» +3 EN | Passive regen -(10) EN THORNS:18 procc! 1/3 Chest Dracul | HP: 605/605 | EN: 64/74 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:30 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA | LD: 20 [Assisted] Ariel | HP: 941/941 | EN: 109/117 | DMG: 32 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:10 | HB: 41 | REC: 6 | RISK: 6 | FLN: 12 | LD:19 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 24 [Assisting] «C

TEXT Post Action: Resist Shake ID# 247604 | LD: 1 +20 > 1 | Resisted! +3 EN | Passive regen Dracul | HP: 605/605 | EN: 73/74 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:30 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA | LD: 20 [Assisted] Ariel | HP: 941/941 | EN: 106/117 | DMG: 32 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:10 | HB: 41 | REC: 6 | RISK: 6 | FLN: 12 | LD:19 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 24 [Assisting] «Colossus» | HP: 995/1400 | MIT: 75 | EVA: -2

Text Post Action: Focused Howl > «Colossus» ID# xxxxx | BD: x (x +2, Hit!) | CD: x | [xYY] (1) = 0 -(75) MIT =0 DMG > «Colossus» -(4) EN [5]Dracul | HP: 605/605 | EN: 70/74 | DMG: 1 | MIT:127 | ACC:1 | TAUNT | THORNS:18 | BH:30 | REC: 4 | HLY: 6 | PARA | LD: 20 [Assisted] [0]Ariel | HP: 941/941 | EN: 117/117 | DMG: 32 | MIT:0 | ACC:6 | AA | PHASE | EVA:2 | BH:10 | HB: 41 | REC: 6 | RISK: 6 | FLN: 12 | LD:19 | PROSP:3 | TXC-V: 24 [Assisting] «Colossus» | HP: 1400/1400 | MIT: 75 | EVA: -2

Climbing this walking hell was like scaling a collapsing cathedral drunk. Every step sent tremors jarring up my spine, and Kro’s vapor clung to Oath’s light like tar, dimming its holy radiance to a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Darius moved ahead, unnervingly steady, his butler’s attire now gray with volcanic dust but still impeccably buttoned. "The nexus glows brighter, sir! We approach the crucible!" His relentless optimism was a dagger twist. Below, the abyss yawned—a sheer drop into rivers of molten rock where the Colossus’s "veins" pulsed with lazy, malevolent light. My stamina bar was a thin

Ariel’s orders hung in the stifling air, thick with the smell of scorched earth and that damned Kro-vapor. The heart nexus. A fitting target. Let my light scour its core. Ariel and Millicent were already scaling the inner slope towards the distant skull-crown, nimble as spiders on this impossible geology. Millicent’s scanner beam bobbed ahead of them, a tiny firefly in the titan’s guts. Darius adjusted his torn sleeve, his face serene despite the chaos. “Shall we, Master Dracul? The heart awaits.” His calm was infuriating. Didn’t he feel the leaden weight of this place? The sheer arroganc

Ash. Bloody, relentless ash. It coated my armor like grimy snow, seeped into my mouth, and made Oath’s holy light flicker like a guttering candle. I stepped through the gate into a wasteland that reeked of Kro’s cheap theatrics—sulphur and despair. Ariel stood ahead, a statue in the gray, already dissecting the hellscape with those unnerving silver eyes. Darius fussed with his cuffs. Millicent muttered about "atmospheric corruption vectors." Typical. Then I saw it. The Colossus wasn’t a monster. It was geography with a grudge. A mountain range ripped from Aincrad’s code and set march

Saltwater burned like liquid fire in my lungs. I retched, vomiting brine onto the scarred deck planks while Darius pounded my back. "Welcome back, master," he rasped, his own breathing ragged. Millicent pressed a cool healing vial against my lips, her glasses fogged, face pale. "Oxygen saturation critical. Minor concussion probable. Please, drink!" I batted her hand away weakly, the motion sending fresh jolts of pain through my chest. "The beast... status?" My voice was a ruin. "Gone deep," Borin muttered, eyes fixed on the spreading slick of dark blood and iridescent scales sta

Chaos reigned. The skiff bucked like a terrified animal beneath the leviathan’s shadow. Ariel stood immovable at the prow, a blood-slicked statue wrestling the abomination she’d summoned from the deep. Millicent’s shriek cut through the din: "Biomass exceeding skiff displacement by three hundred percent! Structural failure imminent!" Her glasses were askew, fingers flying over phantom controls. Darius braced against the shuddering mast, his usually impeccable butler’s uniform plastered with spray. "Borin! Starboard oar! Push us off its flank!" The dwarf roared, muscles straining agai

The gate spat us out into a wall of wet heat. Dampness. After the bone-dry, suffocating tomb of Yomi’s Rest, Floor 16’s oppressive humidity was a sodden blanket thrown over my armor, instantly making the metal feel clammy against my skin. Sunlight, harsh and unfiltered, glared off a thousand streams and lakes cascading like liquid mercury down the verdant slopes of the colossal, sleeping giant volcano. Grass-draped stone monoliths, grotesque parodies of trees sculpted by time and elements, dotted the disgustingly vibrant landscape. Mockingly alive. Mockingly wet. Ariel was already moving

Humiliation burned hotter than the numbness in my shield arm. My botched «Mirror's Edge» hung in the air like a bad smell. The Lich free, furious, and Darius taking the hit meant for me… Unacceptable. Rage, pure and bright, flooded my veins, pushing back the fatigue screaming in my muscles. The charm seemed like a dead weight at my wrist, utterly drained. Fine. Raw power would suffice. I raised Oath, gathering every scrap of holy energy left, aiming for a brute-force cleave at that pulsing, mocking red sliver of HP— —And Ariel vanished. Not into shadow. Just… gone. Reappeared inside

The sight was pure poetry. Ariel’s strike landing hard on the paralyzed abomination, that disgusting ichor fountain, the HP bar plummeting into the desperate red flash. Almost. She pulled back, blade dripping, and I saw it – the slight tremor in her arms, the way Nihilim’s Wrath lacked its usual hungry hum. Downgraded. Useless. The core pulsed, weakened but intact. The golden light binding the Lich was flickering, fading fast. My light. My opening. "Hold still, refuse!" I bellowed, surging forward before the paralysis could fully break. Adrenaline and the fading warmth of the fueled me. I

Acid-mist seared my armor as I broke contact, lungs burning. Stamina bar flickered crimson - too many holy amplifications. Then the «Memory Fragment» bracelet warmed against my wrist. Its blue crystal pulsed, flooding my veins with cool energy. Claudia's voice echoed: "Endurance is nobility's armor, master." Marginal restoration, but enough. The Leech Lich regenerated before us, tendrils knitting shadow-flesh. Ariel's command cut through party chat: "Bait the tendril strike. Expose the core." Last time I'd failed this dance. Not today. I raised ≪Guardian's Oath≫, channelling holy ene

Ariel’s shadow vanished, leaving only her command hanging in the toxic air: "Maintain its aggro with your light." The Leech Lich pulsed before me, tendrils coiling like serpents ready to strike. Fine. If light was what it craved, light was what it would drown in. I raised the Oath high, the blue rose etchings blazing like captured starlight. "Eyes on me, septic tank!" The Focused Howl tore from my throat, amplified by the sword’s holy resonance. It wasn’t just sound—it was celestial authority. The skill’s golden harmonics slammed into the Lich, searing its shadow-flesh. Its central cyst s

The Leech Lich’s shriek scraped against my skull as four new Stygian Warriors materialized from the river’s toxic mist, spears crackling with fresh necrotic energy. Pathetic reinforcements. I charged, holy sword blazing. "Darius! Flank left! Millicent, harry their rear!" My blade arced toward the lead warrior’s corruption-crusted neck— —And passed through empty air. The warrior phased, dissolving into shadow before reforming behind me. My momentum carried me straight into a spear thrust from its companion. I twisted, shield deflecting the blow, but the impact jarred my teeth. Damnabl

The Stygian Warriors surged toward me like a tide of shattered nightmares, necrotic spears humming with death-energy. I planted my feet deep into the bone-dust, bracing as I had against Kumatetsu's charge. Let them come. ≪Guardian's Oath≫ shows its holy radiance beside my shield, blue rose etchings blazing like captured starlight against the cavern's gloom. The warriors' corrupted eye sockets fixated on me, drawn to the light like moths to a fatal flame. I tightened my grip until the leather creaked, muscles coiling for impact— —And then the shadows behind them stirred. Ariel coalesc

The cavern narrowed into a razor-edged labyrinth. Crystalline shards jutted like broken teeth, swallowing light only to spit it back in fractured rainbows. Our footsteps crunched unnaturally loud in the suffocating silence. Millicent flinched as her shadow stretched forty feet up a crystal wall, morphing into a hunched predator. This floor delights in psychological torture. We reached a precipice. Below, the Stygian churned - a river of liquid darkness fringed with dissolving skeletons. Its vapours coiled into shapes that teased the mind: Darius froze, staring at the mist where Claudia

The beast changed. It wasn't evolution; it was a grotesque unravelling. Muscle swelled like infected tumours, bursting through fur crusted with glowing green shrapnel. Its defensive hide sloughed away, revealing raw, pulsing meat beneath – a horrifying vulnerability masked by terrifying, hulking power. It focused solely on me, the crimson eye promising oblivion. It’s dying. Finish it! Hubris screamed. Ariel’s “Hold!” was a shackle. Kumatetsu charged. Not the controlled fury of before, but a blind, earth-shattering rampage. Trees snapped like twigs in its wake. The sheer, mindless mom

The beast came at me like a landslide fuelled by hate. Black ichor sprayed from Ariel’s handiwork, steaming where it hit moss. Good. Let it bleed. My reflexes sang – online cohesion granting near-prescient clarity. Kumatetsu’s good eye burned with murderous focus. Forepaws raised, claws gleaming with Kro’s poison, aiming to crush me into the blighted earth. "Predictable!" I spat, already moving. Darius’s Keysi training flowed through me – not learned, but observed through countless hours watching him drill. I dropped low, not away, but under the descending claws. 'Swaying Bamboo!' Th

Focused Howl wasn’t mere noise – it was a geas woven from sound, a command etched directly into the monster’s aggression protocols. The skill ripped from my lungs, layered with harmonics that bypassed reason and burrowed straight into primal fury. It struck Kumatetsu like a physical mallet between the eyes. His thunderous charge faltered mid-stride; ember-eyes dilated, consumed by pure, red-filmed hatred. Target locked. Aggro secured. “Come on, you overgrown doormat!” I roared, brandishing my shield as I braced for the iminent impact. “Let’s see if you hit as hard as you stink!” Darius bl

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Finally. The beast was a monument to vulgar power – grotesque, oversized, and reeking of decay. Exactly what this blighted floor deserved. Ariel’s tactical nod was superfluous; the engagement wrote itself in blood and broken timber. I scanned our pieces on this rotting chessboard. “Darius!” My voice cut through the glade’s death-rattle, low and sharp. “Rear legs. Target the corruption clusters when it commits to a charge. Shatter them.” His fists clenched, knuckles cracking – no blade needed, just the honed violence of Keysi’s technique. Good. Let the beast feel disciplined fury. “Milli

Insufferable. This forest wasn’t a realm of nature – it was a festering corpse. Dank air choked with the sweet-rot stench of Kro’s blight. Ariel’s morbid fascination with every wilted flower and weeping tree grated. Even Darius seemed infected by the atmosphere, his usual stoicism replaced by… pity. For digital foliage. "Master, look." Darius pointed downstream where the water churned unnatural green. "The corruption follows the river. Like veins." "Poetic," I sneered, nudging a blighted fish with my boot. Its scales sloughed off like rotten parchment. "And irrelevant. We hunt a bear

Primordial. That was Floor Eight’s first insult. Dank air clung to my coat like beggar’s hands, and the scale—gods, the sheer vulgarity of trees taller than my family’s estate. Darius breathed it in like some peasant tasting champagne for the first time. Pathetic. Even Millicent scurried ahead with that rodent-like eagerness, her new gloves flashing like cheap stage props. Obsidian and blue inlay. How gauche. Ariel cut through the undergrowth like a blade through silk. Naturally. Her silence was a sermon. Darius trailed her like a devoted hound, that ridiculous butler’s coat snagging on t

Floor One. Honestly. The sheer commonness of it grated. Teleporting down felt like stepping back into a nursery after residing in the upper salons. The bustle of the plaza was vulgar, a cacophony best ignored as Ariel carved her unnervingly quiet path through the throng. Millicent’s barely contained fidgeting beside me was almost as irritating. Only Darius’s quiet presence offered a semblance of civilized company. The trek to the cavern was mercifully short, the landscape shifting from annoyingly pastoral to acceptably rugged. The cavern entrance itself was… underwhelming. Just a hole in