2025-04-23 09:45:49The blood-red sun clawed its way above the jagged horizon, staining the peaks of the Northern Crags in hues of fire and shadow. Ethan Lockwood and Celestia Draconyx stood at the final ridge, overlooking a scorched plateau marred by melted stone and sulfuric steam. This was the hellhounds' den.
Charred pine stumps jutted from the earth like broken spears, and the acrid scent of brimstone clung to every breath. Ethan tightened his grip on the Void-Cleaving Blade, knuckles white beneath his gauntlet.
"They’re close," Celestia whispered through their mental link, her claw resting over the lunar runes etched into her cuirass. "I can feel the heat pulsing beneath the rock."
Ethan gave a slow nod. "Let’s test our plan."
Sliding down a loose slope of shale, they reached the highland's edge. Below, hellhounds prowled. Muscled and lean, their eyes gleamed like dying embers. Some exhaled fire, others frost, and a few emitted wisps of sickly green miasma.
"Fire, frost, poison," Celestia muttered. "We can't let them swarm."
Ethan scanned the perimeter, noting the terrain. "Initiate the mist."
Celestia extended her hands. "Moonshadow Veil."
A rippling wave of silver mist unfurled from her palms, cloaking the field in spectral fog. The hellhounds sniffed, confused, their snarls dying into low whimpers.
Then came the strike.
"Shadow Claws!"
Celestia's signature spell manifested as jagged blades of midnight, slashing into the nearest pack. A fire-aligned hound screamed as its side tore open, sparks sputtering into the fog.
Ethan surged forward. "Void Rend!"
His sword tore through the air—reality split, a shockwave blasting the vanguard into the sky. Burnt fur and bone scattered like leaves.
The surviving beasts howled. They countered in a trio of elemental fury. Flames roared, freezing wind howled, and poison sizzled across the rocks.
"Brace!" Celestia roared, summoning another shield of moonlight. The barrier rippled as fire splashed, toxins corroded, and frost crackled against it.
Ethan rolled beneath an icy barrage, narrowly avoiding skewering. Channeling his mana, he darted across the battlefield.
"Spatial Cleave!"
He sliced a poison-coated beast along the shoulder, its howl trailing off into gurgled silence.
But the hounds pressed. Smoke clouded their lungs. Fire seared their boots. Icicles shattered against armor.
Ethan glanced up. Celestia soared through the haze, deflecting a fire bolt with a wingtip. Her expression was fierce and focused.
"Celestia! Split them up!"
Without hesitation, she twisted her mist barrier into crescents, blocking the miasma and forcing the enemy to fragment.
Then she pounced.
Her claws tore through tendons. Ethan exploited the distraction, his blade glowing with runes.
"Void Rift!"
A thin seam of distortion cleaved through a lunging hound’s side. It collapsed, twitching.
Together, they pressed their advantage. Celestia conjured shadowy chains, pinning three beasts. Ethan dove into the opening, carving through with the force of a descending star.
Then came the alpha.
A monster. Massive, armored, wreathed in crimson aura. Its steps cracked stone. Its roar was a quake.
It charged.
Ethan met it head-on, blade and beast colliding in a shower of sparks. Celestia struck from above, her flame-infused claws slashing the alpha's back.
"We have to break its rhythm!" Ethan shouted.
The alpha spun, slamming him backward. Celestia caught him mid-roll, pushing him to his feet.
Ethan wiped blood from his mouth. "Then let's overload it."
"Together."
He planted his sword.
"Dimensional Overload!"
Magic surged. The air folded. Gravity warped. The alpha's limbs buckled under the weight of reality itself.
Celestia dove with twin blades of moonlight, piercing its sides.
A final scream split the sky.
The alpha fell.
With their leader gone, the pack disintegrated. Ethan climbed a rock, loosing void-infused arrows at the retreating hounds. Celestia's shadows swept the stragglers.
Silence settled.
Smoldering corpses lay strewn across the plateau. Craters and claw marks scarred the earth.
Near the cliff edge, three small hellhound pups whimpered—barely the size of wolves, coats white as bone.
Ethan approached slowly.
"They’ll grow into another threat," he muttered.
Celestia stood beside him, her claw resting on his shoulder. "Do what you must."
He drew a rune-etched dagger, mana flickering along its edge.
"Forgive me," he whispered.
One motion. Three lives. Peace.
Yet as they turned to leave, a shadow moved at the cliff's rim.
A silhouette—humanoid, cloaked, observing.
Then vanished.
Celestia tensed. "Someone was watching."
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
"Let them watch. We’re not done yet."
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