Saga of Atlantis

63  kraken's Domain 4

Guts and blood

The unending cavern's stone flooring was painted in dreadful colors of red, and the air was filled with a foul stink.

The fourth floor had devolved into an unsettling slaughter scene, with lifeless monster corpses thrown indiscriminately in every conceivable direction, while some monsters hid away from him.

Of course, most of them first decided to fight back; after all, a monster's basic urge was to kill, consume, and evolve; nevertheless, the boy they were up against was far too wild.

Every monster that tried to battle him was either ripped apart by his spear or exploded and scorched by his flames.

A young boy lay in the midst of the turmoil and dead bodies, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of worn-down breaths. His body lay sprawled on the ground, testimony to the arduous battle he had just fought.

Despite the severe toll his battles had exacted, he eventually found himself in front of the staircase that would lead him to the next floor.

"Hah, fucking dumb monsters" .

Eden grumbled, frustrated and irritated, as he carefully pushed himself up from the blood-soaked ground. This heinous pattern has already been repeated on the last three floors.

Wherever he went, a never-ending swarm of monsters tried to assault him, only to perish at his hands.

It was as if the creatures couldn't learn from their fallen brethren. They threw themselves at him with unrestrained recklessness, and the outcome was always the same—the majority of them died in their mistaken assault.

"How much time till sunset, Edda?"

Eden queried, his gaze concentrated on the staircase in front of him. It looked like the others he'd seen so far in Kraken's Domain, with cascading waterfalls on either side. The steps were, as usual, exceptionally high, as if designed for beings of gigantic size.

[4 hours]

"That should be enough,"

Eden whispered to himself as he counted the remaining daylight hours.

He was ready to descend further into the dungeon, where he would finally encounter the first boss monster in this deadly region.

Every fifth floor was home to a gigantic guardian, a powerful monster who claimed the entire floor as its territory.

 These fearsome creatures were known as boss monsters, and they ruled over the weaker occupants of the prior levels.

They were its most severe test for anyone wanting to venture deeper into the dungeon, whether a monster seeking evolution or a human enticed by the prospect of larger riches.

Whoever tries to get into the lower floor has to face the boss monster, and they can either kill the monster or be its nutrition for keeping its evolution going.

Those who attempt to enter the lower floor must fight the boss monster, which they can either kill or get killed to keep its evolution going.

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Eden was greeted with silence on the next floor, and an 8-meter-tall monster slept directly in front of him.

"A lesser basilisk, huh?"

Eden wondered as he stared at the serpent-like beast before him.

This reptilian beast bore a remarkable resemblance to the basilisk he remembered from Eden's memories and from his memories of the game.

Its long, sinuous body moved up and down with spooky grace as the monster breathed; like any serpent moving through the soil, it had a soft body with scales providing protection.

The creature's body bore witness to its heritage, exhibiting the serpentine nature that characterized Basilisk.

The basilisk had a bird-like head atop its serpentine form, replete with a characteristic crest that ornamented the top of its head.

 The creature's disturbing and intimidating appearance was aided by this head's bird-like traits.

Though it is a lesser version of the basilisk, it is nonetheless a formidable foe.

"Just what I needed to kill," Eden whispered to himself, his voice tinted with a sinister delight.

Eden's face began to take on an unruly smile, a representation of the complicated emotions that swirled within him.

His previous life encounter with a Python had left him with a strong dislike for reptiles in general. His physical and emotional scars from his death persisted deep within his mind.

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And, while he might never acknowledge it, there was an undeniable excitement that ran through him when he slaughtered these reptile creatures.

 In some strange manner, he felt satisfaction in wreaking vengeance on them.

The basilisk's eyes flicked open, displaying orbs of malignant intent as Eden's footsteps resonated around the cavern.

"HISSSSS"

The basilisk hissed with deadly dread as it uncoiled its serpentine body.

He lifted his spear with a rapid and fluid motion, its ferocious tip glowing as it reflected the light from the orb hovering over his head.

The basilisk was the first to strike, its gaping jaws releasing a lethal breath that appeared to wither the very air.

Eden used his agility to avoid the deadly cloud, narrowly avoiding its lethal touch.

Eden then began running towards the basilisk. He headed to its side first, and the basilisk followed, closing the gap between them.

{Aura Arts: Eclipsing Void}

Eden took a battle stance with experienced precision, his aura pulsing as he prepared for his next move.

{First form: Voidlance}

Eden launched a tremendous spear thrust with remarkable speed, the crystalline point piercing the basilisk's armored scales.

"Hisss".

The basilisk's hiss of pain reverberated throughout the chamber as it unleashed a strong strike with its tail, hoping to strike Eden down.

 Eden raised his spear, thrusting it between them to function as a barrier in a quick and precise maneuver.

The force of the basilisk's tail stroke met with the bright spear, and the impact was massive.

Eden was thrown through the air by the sheer force of the attack; he rolled up twice to try to balance, and his body was flung backward with tremendous force.

"Wings of the Phoenix,"

Eden whispered urgently, not wanting to give up the advantage. A pair of exquisite, blazing wings unfurled from his back in a moment, casting a warm, crimson glow that lit the chamber.

 His shirt caught fire, exposing his well-toned physique, but Eden had no time for vanity.

With increased zeal, he tried out the fiery wings, fluttering them twice to gain a sensation of familiarity.

Eden made full use of his wings. With one mighty swing, he propelled himself upward, defying gravity, and then descended like a fiery comet toward the basilisk's blind spot.

The blazing wings left a trail of fluorescent lights as he clamped down toward the basilisk.

As he plummeted, he strengthened his muscles with an aura and placed his spear directly in front of him. The basilisk attempted to flee the danger, but it was too late.

The spear sank deep into the creature's flesh after piercing its scaly back. As the basilisk writhed in misery, a hiss of agony rang throughout the cavern.

The basilisk wrenched its entire body in a frantic attempt to dislodge Eden from its blind spot on his back, desperate to escape the continuous assault.

Eden withdrew the smolder spear from the basilisk's flesh with a fast, deliberate motion, forcing the creature to scream another agonizing, ear-piercing scream.

Blood poured from the wound, bathing the monster's body in the essence of its own life. The chamber was stained with a horrible blend of blood and darkness, evidence of their savagery.

Eden, not wanting to lose his edge, spread his fire wings and fluttered them with elegance. He flew away from the writhing basilisk, putting some distance between them.

As he appraised the circumstances, his fighting strategy evolved. Eden used a more deliberate approach rather than aiming for massive, lethal blows.

 He started making small, precise punctures and wounds all over the basilisk's body.

The beast reacted with rage, attempting to apprehend Eden as he danced around, leaving a path of gruesome blood and guts in his wake.

As the basilisk moved in its desperate attempt to strike back, more blood spurted from the multiple cuts, weaving a horrific tapestry of pain.

 Eden's battle tactics were relentless, a premeditated onslaught that gradually wore down the huge foe, changing the tides of battle in his favor.

The basilisk began to exhibit signs of tiredness after a tough battle that lasted many minutes.

As it strained to move its wounded body, its movements slowed to a crawl. The beast's head drooped, and each of its breaths became shallow and strained.

Eden, sensing the creature's deterioration, closed the gap and approached the basilisk.

The basilisk launched a final, ineffectual strike with its last ounce of vigor.

Eden, on the other hand, was prepared. He evaded the weakening onslaught as he sidestepped with grace and precision.

Eden took advantage of a critical occasion. With ferocious determination, he threw his blazing spear with all his power into the basilisk's heart.

 The chamber echoed with a final, agonizing shriek as the monster convulsed, its life slipping away.

The basilisk's colossal form coiled upon itself as it succumbed to its wounds.

"Another reptile down" .

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Eden's voice was filled with delight as he killed the creature, he stated aloud.

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