Chapter 52


    The two behemoths collided, and the room reverberated underneath the weight of their strikes. Azmoth’s ming fingers tore chunks out of the otherrge demon in huge gashes, but the sturdiness and regeneration of the satyr were obvious immediately afterward. The purple miasma surrounding the satyr quickly healed the shes and burns Azmoth was dealing, and the enormous miniboss stood to its full height a secondter—tearing through the strands of webbing encasing its right arm and swinging its club backward at full force and crushing one of Azmoth’s arms with a thunderous boom. Azmoth roared and counterattacked by leaping at it and bringing it back down to the ground to tear and bite at it, ripping outrge pieces of flesh as the two titans went crazy trying to kill one another. Ath managed to get in there as well with multiple hit-and-run bites that sank venom into the satyr for applications of necrosis.


    Watching the fight unfold was like watching a brutal episode of <span ss="italic">National Geographic where male lions fight—but this was the hellscape version.


    Riven’s Blessing of the Crow was still in effect, and he whipped around the tform at high speed while pushing more mana into the ability. He was sure-footed, sprinting at a rate easily twice as fast as anything he could have ever aplished back on Earth. Riven was likely going somewhere beyond thirty miles per hour with thebination of both movement buffs, and it wasn’t tiring him, either.


    Coming around and getting a good positioning for his attack, heunched the Blood Lance he’d been channeling into his arm. The flickering crimson power shot out like aet through the dusty air and made impact with the back of the warlord’s head, narrowly missing Azmoth as they iled on the ground to w and bite at one another, but instead of impaling the satyr, the magic just exploded and created arge but superficial wound to momentarily stun the creature.


    That was more than enough time for his minions to take advantage of it.


    </a>Azmoth howled and sank his many rows of teeth into the creature’s shoulder and began ripping out its deltoid muscle while Ath shot ahead and rapidly began digging into the creature’s left eye with her fangs.


    The eye burst, and the echoing scream of rage made the room tremble as it mmed a fist down into the spot where Ath had been just a moment before the arachnid hadunched herself backward with amazing speed.


    Azmoth, however, was not as lucky, and the half-blinded warlord’s anger simmered to full effect as the purple miasma around it exploded outward from the gem hovering in its chest and sent Azmoth shooting up into the ceiling far above like a rocketuncher. The room shuddered under the impact, the purple miasma that’d been rejuvenating the satyr disappeared, and the Hellscape Brutalisk went iling back down many dozens of feet only to meet the satyr’s spiked club. Azmoth was hit like a baseball and smashed through one of the sets of bars of a cage and mmed into the far wall—debris billowing out like a cloud as the satyr roared in fury and violently shook its head back and forth while blinking rapidly.


    Riven’s volley of razor-sharp discs mmed into the creature’s back a secondter, and each had a secondary explosion of shrapnel as he infused his blood-magic projectiles with more mana after impact, tearing into its flesh just as it stomped down and sent a shock wave of mana across the room.


    It was like being hit with a brick wall. Riven’s footing was thrown off when the wave hit, and he grunted with the impact, expelling all the air in his lungs. He and Ath were flung in opposite directions from the ability’s power, and each toppled head over heels until they too came to abrupt and violent halts against the bars along the perimeter of the room.


    Riven screamed, feeling his right leg shatter under the impact, and he cursed while the satyr snarled his way.


    The monster turned, dripping saliva and wiping viscous fluid from the ruined eyeball Ath had ripped open. It bellowed once, twice, and then charged—making it halfway to Riven’s position andpletely tearing through a Wretched Snare thattched onto its legs to finish him off when Azmoth leaped onto its back to bring it down with a predatory roar.


    Azmoth’s face was caved in on the left side with half of his long, obsidian teeth missing. Two of his arms were mangled and broken, and one of his knees looked rather useless as it hung at his side, but he was ravenously biting and wing at the satyr anyways. Completely ignoring his pain, he continued to rip away at therger demon like a tiger that had nearly overdosed on stimnts.


    With the miasma gone, the wounds on the satyr were there to stay and obviously had taken a toll on the struggling monster. Modified blood webbing bombarded it as a plethora of small needles erupted from Ath’s curled thorax, and Riven continued tounch volleys of discs at the creature’s back whenever Azmoth wasn’t in the way.


    </a>The satyr bellowed, got up and nearly fell over immediately after that as it grunted amid the barrage and readjusted its posture. It mped its own razor teeth into Azmoth’s burning neck, but the obsidian ting covering the brutalisk’s body kept it from effectively doing any damage. Snarling, the satyr flexed its muscles, began to glow a deep purple, and, with a burst of power, ripped Azmoth off it and bodily mmed therge demon into the ground.


    Stone sprayed up from the ground as Azmoth’s body made contact, and as Azmoth tried to scramble back up with another roar, the satyr warlord lifted up its gigantic club and brought it down upon Azmoth’s head.


    Riven was now getting low mana after thest volley of discs embedded in the satyr’s oozing back, and his leg was healing but at a much slower pace than normal. Faint traces of purple miasma coated his wounds; it was somehow inhibiting his natural healing abilities, but despite this Riven tried to save the infant brutalisk with everything he had. Drawing out a small knife, he brought his arm back and flung it forward as hard as he possibly could.


    He watched the dagger fly through the air. The brutal beating that the satyr warlord was giving Azmoth was hard to watch…the spiked tips of the club were tearing outrge pieces of the demon’s body and face despite Azmoth’s metal ting, and one arm was being utterly crushed as the ming demon tried to get back up. The look of crazed glee from the drooling, wide-eyed satyr was interwoven with bleating cackles…


    Until the dagger zipped through the air and embedded itself into the satyr’s remaining good eye with a wet thud.


    “RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”


    The warlord reeled, dropping its spiked club, and clutched at its newly ruined eyeball with shaky hands before yanking the dagger out and flinging it to the ground. It continued to bellow and almost doubled over while covering up its injury, only to whirl and snarl Riven’s way.


    It could still smell and hear, but the satyr warlord was nowpletely blinded.


    Riven snarled right back. Without a second thought and with anger rising up in his chest, Riven pulled a vial of Sinner’s Blood from his bag. Downing the contents, he felt his mana quickly replenish, and his leg began to mend itself more rapidly. “Come on, you cocksucking <span ss="italic">goat!”


    The remnants of the monster’s ruined eyes narrowed, and hot vapor trailed out of its mouth while it panted. It wiped its bloodied lips on one arm, hoisted its club above its head, and with a roar threw the club as hard as it could in Riven’s direction.


    The enormous weapon spun through the air in an arc as the monster used the opportunity to ram its foot into the ground—creating a shock wave that was supposed to knock him down so the throw would hit true. For a moment it looked like it’d work.


    </a>Thus, Ath screeched in disbelief and awe as Riven jumped up and to the left to avoid the waist-high shock wave and conjured not one, not two, but eight simultaneous Wretched Snares that he molded together into onerge. He held on to the with a reinforced mana connection from a location just above his hands and willed the ck magic to expand, opening up to catch the spinning meteor of a club before he was nearly taken off his feet as the projectile’s force pulled him backward.


    But Riven continued to infuse the conjured and reinforced with mana as he quickly slid across the floor, silently screaming at his magic to do his bidding while he was dragged backward to a likely death at high speed. Over and over again, he pictured what he wanted and willed the mana to act, pouring his heart and soul into the internal motion while using the Unholy and Blood subpirs attached to his soul like a sieve to purify the raw mana into blood magic. The pirs responded, embracing him, and it promptly came zing to life under his extreme mental state.


    “Do as you’re told!”


    The words left Riven’s mouth as he gave vision and meaning to what he wanted the blood magic to do, and to Ath’s continued amazement, the corpses around Riven were drained and erupted around him. The blood of the bodies all whirled in a vortex toe to his call, and for the first time since the blood pit, he willed his environmental resources to do his bidding just like the textbooks had talked about. The result was a massively reduced mana cost and a vastly increased power output.


    *POP—BOOM*


    <span ss="bold">[The Blood subpir recognizes your authority, and the system hasbeled your Blood subpir as your specialty pir. You may now evolve your Blood subpir, and you are now restricted from obtaining any other specialty pirs.]


    <span ss="bold">[Your bloodline begins to stir. You have created the blood spell Crimson Ice.]


    <span ss="bold">[Crimson Ice (Blood): Summon ice created from blood to cover an area around or on you. You may utilize this crystallized blood to form objects or walls, cause your opponents to slip, and create temporary body modifications with variable utility. Mana cost is situational and can vary from extremely high to extremely low. Dependent on both Intelligence (40%) and Willpower (60%) stats. No cooldown.]