Fierce Battle (1)

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Ethan's POV

I woke up early, carefully gathering all my belongings and storing them in the dark blue spatial ring I wore on my forefinger. The cave that had sheltered me for the past three years now stood silent behind me. Taking one last lingering glance, I stepped forward, leaving it behind. My crystal knives remained safely tucked away in the spatial ring, ready to be summoned in an instant at the first sign of danger.

As I darted through the branches, an indistinct shadow merging with the darkness, the imposing mountain that had been my home for so long gradually receded into the distance, shrinking until it became a mere speck on the horizon. The forest grew denser, its ominous aura thickening as the occasional Nightroot Terrors easily identifiable to me now appeared in my path. The oppressive darkness deepened as I journeyed further, carefully sensing for a hotspot of dense dark elemental energy.

After days of relentless travel punctuated by brief rests and hunts, a towering, dark mountain came into view, its summit piercing the sky like a spear. Rolling clouds of shadow and an eerie dark mist swirled around it, clear signs of the intense, pure dark energy concentrated in this place. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to calm down, steadying my breath. I knew that such a potent location was certain to harbour powerful magical creatures.

Approaching cautiously, I climbed the mountain's foothills slowly, maintaining constant vigilance. After half a day of measured progress, I discovered a cave with a small, concealed entrance. Judging it to be a suitable resting spot, I ventured inside. However, the moment I stepped in, the narrow opening widened, revealing a tall, hollow cavern within the mountain.

I pressed myself against the shadowy walls, gliding like a phantom. The cavern's silence was absolute, with total darkness reigning within, but my enhanced night vision allowed me to see every detail clearly. As I crept closer, I noticed a medium-sized black pond at the centre of the cave. Its still surface exuded a palpable aura of dark elemental energy, and at its heart, a small black lotus bud stood, pulsing rhythmically as if breathing, releasing and absorbing astonishing waves of power.

My curiosity and excitement spurred me forward, and I swam toward the lotus soundlessly, keeping my armour hidden beneath my clothes to avoid any noise. Upon reaching the pond's centre, I extended my hand toward the lotus, intending to pluck it. But the moment my fingers neared, an overwhelming sense of danger gripped me, my instincts screaming in alarm. Reacting in a split second, I withdrew my hand just as a monstrous black snake head lunged, its fangs sinking into the space my hand had occupied mere moments before.

A jolt of fear coursed through me as I retreated with lightning speed, activating my Shadow Spectre Movement Technique. The snake mirrored my movements with unsettling precision, its enormous, serpentine body undulating through the air with an eerie silence. Its relentless strikes targeted every vulnerable part of my body, forcing me to dodge frantically.

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I managed to reach the pond's shore, my breathing ragged as the snake loomed in front of me. Suddenly, it reared back, and I ducked just in time as a stream of greenish-black liquid shot past, narrowly missing my head. My gaze followed its trajectory, watching as the venom splattered against the cave walls and caused them to melt into a viscous sludge.

I retreated to a safer distance, assessing the situation. The snake was massive, easily rivalling the size of an anaconda from my previous life, its pitch-black scales glinting faintly in the dim light. Its glowing eyes locked onto me with predatory focus, and the air around it seemed to ripple with menace. But the most unsettling thing I noticed was a black lotus bud growing on its head. I immediately realized this was likely a trap and a lure that the snake used to attract prey. In hindsight, I understood how close I had come to disaster. Without my instincts, that strike would have surely ended me.

My thoughts raced as I considered my options, the oppressive silence of the cave now broken by the subtle hiss of the snake. Suddenly, it lunged at me with a ferocious roar, and I had no choice but to respond. I summoned my crystal knives, now linked by the Umbra Shackles that extended from my palms like living shadows. The dark chains throbbed with a power I could feel coursing through me.

With a flick of my will and the guidance of my soul sense, the knives came alive, moving as an extension of my body. Their green, spectral glow traced arcs in the dim air, forming a flashing swarm that intercepted the snake's strikes. The beast hissed and lunged repeatedly, but its movements were met with calculated precision. My knives were faster than its vicious bites, carving into its body with every failed attack.

The snake reeled back, retreating to a safer distance. As it slithered away, I could see countless cuts marring its massive head, each one oozing a viscous dark purple blood that pooled at its base. For a moment, I allowed myself a flicker of hope as my weapons had drawn blood. But then, doubt crept in.

Despite the sharpness and lethality of my crystal knives, which were grade 3 magical equipment capable of being wielded by Crystal Formation Mages, the snake's head remained intact. My weapons, strong enough to sever most magical beasts of this size, had failed to do significant damage. The realization sent a chill through my spine.

The snake had to be at least a grade 2 magical beast, a level of strength comparable to an Elemental Sea Mage, if not stronger. Its resilience, terrifying speed, and deadly venom made it a formidable foe. My heart sank as the weight of the situation bore down on me, but I forced myself to stay calm. My survival depended on maintaining control over my emotions.

I advanced slowly, step by cautious step, using my movements to exert psychological pressure on the snake. Its glowing eyes never left me, and I could feel the tension in the air, taut like a string about to snap. Then, as if sensing my resolve, the snake's mouth began to swell unnaturally.

I had barely registered the change when a dense greenish-black poisonous smoke erupted from its jaws, rolling toward me in a thick, suffocating wave. The noxious fumes carried an acrid tang that stung my senses even at a distance and I was totally caught off guard by its attack.