Chapter 768 The Pull In
Victor with his obsidian claws strolled to the right side of their opponent Morgana, while lenny maintained the right side. The plan was for Victor to frustrate her left side while lenny took on her right side, and then they could swiftly cut down their opponent and at the same time maintain as much energy as possible for the battle that would inevitable happen against the Baroness.
However, before they would attack, Morgana gave a side smile. Immediately, she attacked. it was her mechanical tail that attacked. surprisingly, Morgana could even increase the range more than it even appeared.
*BOOM!*
Each hit against the ground left the earth rumbling and Lenny and Victor took several steps back. unknown to them, this was Morgana's plan. she opened her mouth and a?word went out, "Rise!"
Her tail had struck the earth with formidable force, the impacts had left behind deep, jagged fissures. From these freshly carved scars in the black, night-like sand, a formidable army began to rise.
The golems that emerged were not mere constructs of sand; they were embodiments of terror, sculpted from the darkest grains that seemed to swallow the light around them. Each one bore a grotesque form, their bodies twisted and gnarled as if mimicking the most nightmarish creatures imaginable.
Their eyes, mere hollows in their sandy visages, glowed with a malevolent red light, casting an eerie glow that illuminated their surroundings with an ominous aura.
These sand golems, hundreds strong, stood towering over the landscape. Their forms were varied, some appearing as twisted versions of known beasts, while others bore shapes that defied the natural order. Claws, spikes, and other menacing protrusions made of the hardest compacted sand adorned their bodies, making each of them a formidable foe capable of devastating destruction.
*SEDUCTRESS!*
This was Morgana's ability seductress.
More so Lenny. He remembered the description of this ability <Seductress: Enchantment with every wound inflicted>
He had naturally thought that this meant enchantment on her opponents.
Apparently, it was not limited to living things. Morgana inflicting wounds on the earth was also an ability of hers. Basically, she was seducing the earth itself.
Victor and Lenny, taken aback by this sudden onslaught, shared a moment of disbelief. The sheer number and the monstrous appearance of these sand golems presented an unexpected challenge.
Victor, his obsidian claws at the ready, eyed the golems with a warrior's appraisal, calculating their next move in this unforeseen battlefield. Lenny, on the other hand, stood firm but still dazed, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. The surprise in their expressions quickly turned to resolve, a testament to their experience and prowess in battle.
Despite the shock of Morgana's tactic, there was an unspoken agreement between Victor and Lenny. They knew that to overcome this obstacle, they would need to rely on more than just brute force. Strategy, agility, and perhaps a touch of the unforeseen would be their allies against this sand-crafted army.
As the golems advanced with slow, thunderous steps, kicking up clouds of black sand with each movement, Victor and Lenny prepared to confront them head-on, their minds racing with plans to dismantle this granular threat.
Lenny turned to Victor, "you get the sand creatures. I'll go for their mother!" Immediately he moved. As he did, he commanded the swords floating about his body to attack, clearing a few golems before his eyes.
Of course, cutting them down did not mean that more won't rise, but he needed a clear attack at the abomination that was morgana. he needed to cut this thing down to move forward.
Victor nodded in understanding, a silent agreement passing between them. With a swift motion, he lunged into the fray, his obsidian claws gleaming with deadly intent. Each swipe of his arms sent sand golems crumbling back into the black sands from which they had risen, only for more to form in their place. Yet, Victor's relentless assault did not waver; he danced through the golems with a grace that belied his ferocity, his movements a blur of shadow and light.
Meanwhile, Lenny focused his attention on Morgana, the source of this unearthly army. The floating swords around him whirled like a tempest, slicing through the air and cutting down any golems that dared to obstruct his path. Each fallen golem dissolved into the black sand, momentarily leaving a clear path towards Morgana. Lenny's determination was palpable, a palpable force driving him forward.
As he closed the distance, Morgana's mechanical tail whipped through the air, targeting Lenny with precision born of malice. But Lenny was no easy target; his agility and combat prowess allowed him to dodge the deadly strikes, each movement bringing him closer to his goal.
The battle was a spectacle of power and resilience, with Victor holding back the tide of sand golems and Lenny cutting through the chaos to confront Morgana directly.
Their strategy was clear: eliminate the source of the threat to break the cycle of the golems' reformation. The tension in the air was thick, charged with the anticipation of the imminent clash between Lenny and Morgana.
However, the moment Lenny came close enough to strike her, he was surprised to see her chest and other body parts morphed open and then a pink smoke came out of her chest.
He tried to cover his nose, but it was too late. He had already been pulled in. Only a little smell was necessary for this.
The next thing lenny knew was that his entire environment had changed.
Suddenly, he was in a world with pink clouds all around him. Lenny was not a fool he knew that some how, he had been pulled into an illusion.
Lenny was alone in this world. Not Victor or even his swords had not been pulled in with him. "Fuck!" he cursed out loud.
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