Zeph barely let the echo of the growl finish before he sprang.

  “Now that’s a monster,” he breathed, grin wide. He drew on Solid Lightning, hardening his aura into weight as he kicked off the stone—Stormstep carrying him in a blur straight at it. “Divine Punch,” he muttered.

  “Zeph—wait!” Kany shouted, but Zeph was already in motion, boots pounding the stone as he surged past Kael into the open.

  The creature met him with a sweeping foreclaw. Zeph ducked, rolled, and struck up into the beast’s chest with a solid, crackling Divine Punch that detached from his fist and hit like a hammer. The impact thudded. The monster barely flinched.

  Kael’s gaze flicked to the ceiling. The cave’s rock ribs shuddered with each impact, dust sifting down in thin streams.

  The crack in the stone widened.

  Kael swallowed hard. “If it keeps hitting inside, this place will collapse,” he said, voice tight. “Zeph, lure it out. Now!”

  “On it!” Zeph shouted, already dodging a snapping serpent head. He vaulted back, drawing the beast with him.

  They spilled out into the jungle, breath visible in the humid air as the trees closed around them. The monster followed, a shadow of fur and scales forcing its way through trunks that groaned and splintered.

  The moment they cleared the cave, Aeris pivoted away. “Hold it here,” she said, already running back toward the entrance. “I’ll be back.”

  She vanished into the dark.

  Kany and Kael advanced. The jungle pressed tight: thick trunks, hanging roots, uneven ground. The monster used it immediately, weaving between trees, serpent tails striking from cover. Its bulk slammed into bark and stone without slowing.

  “This terrain favors it,” Kany muttered, his Flame Blade slicing through a serpent tail as it hissed past his shoulder. The severed length flared, collapsing into ash—then the stump rippled and regrew.

  Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Then we change the terrain.”

  Kany nodded once. “Clear the field.”

  His Flame Blade ignited in an instant, a clean edge of fire controlled by practiced Flame Mastery. He swept it through the undergrowth and up the trunks, his technique precise and deliberate. The trees caught and burned. Kael moved with him, nature magic flowing from his fingertips to contain the inferno—slowing its spread, keeping it from jumping to the canopy, guiding the burn downward. Steam hissed. The trees died in place—charred and cracked, dropping in heavy, smoking lengths that sprawled across the battlefield.

  For a moment, the clearing opened.

  Then the monster adapted.

  It seized one of the fallen logs with a forepaw and hurled it. The timber spun end over end and crashed through a tree stump where Kael had stood a heartbeat before. Another log followed. And another.

  The battlefield became a storm of heavy wood.

  Zeph, undeterred, grinned and rushed again. Lightning flashed along his limbs as he Stormstepped between shadows. He darted under a swinging tail, then up the monster’s side, striking at its ribs with a second Divine Punch. The creature bucked and slammed him down. He rolled, came up with a punch—

  One serpent head snapped forward.

  Its fangs sank into Zeph’s shoulder, right through the edge of his shield.

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  “Zeph!” Kany shouted.

  Zeph’s body locked. His breath hitched and froze in his chest. The venom spread like cold fire, racing through his veins. His eyes went unfocused.

  “The shield didn’t stop it,” Kael said, disbelief cracking his voice.

  Kany was already there. He hooked Zeph under the arm, yanked him back, and dragged him away from the snapping heads. “Covering him!” he called.

  Kael stepped forward, drawing the monster’s gaze. “Over here,” he said, voice flat, and forced his fear down.

  He led it away from Kany and Zeph, moving alone now, studying the creature’s rhythm. The monster’s body charged in bursts; the three serpent tails moved independent, probing, striking, feinting. The beast tried to corral him, to pin him to a trunk, to drive him into a tail’s reach.

  Kael reduced the gravity around him, lightening his step as he slipped between strikes. Simultaneously, he shaped mana into jagged bullets and fired them at the beast—quick shots that probed its defenses. "It sets up the tails before the body," he whispered, tracking the sequence even as he attacked.

  Then—

  Footsteps pounded behind them.

  Aeris burst from the cave, fury etched into every line of her face. Her blind gaze didn’t need eyes—Aura Sense spread out, a quiet field that mapped every shift of air and scale. She drew in a breath so sharp it cut the air, then compressed that aura into Pulse Focus until every movement inside it rang clear.

  “Blade domain,” she muttered.

  In a blink, she was on the monster, Black Blade leading.

  Her sword flashed. One stroke—two serpent heads severed, clean and precise, scales scattering like rain. The heads hit the ground and writhed.

  Kael watched her move, lost in the grace of it—the blind swordswoman reading the monster's rhythm through her aura, predicting every strike before it came. She was like a different person. Faster. Colder. A storm of steel guided by a precision he couldn't comprehend.

  Then she shouted.

  “How dare you eat those bear cubs!”

  Aeris’s voice tore through the clearing.

  Her blade flashed—two serpent heads separated cleanly and crashed to the ground, writhing.

  The words hit Kael like a physical blow.

  His heartbeat slammed hard against his ribs.

  Not fear.

  Something deeper.

  Hotter.

  A flash of rain.

  A hospital window.

  A voice breaking apart in the wind.

  From that helpless, suffocating moment—

  when he had turned his back.

  When he had run.

  Instead of standing between danger and the one he loved.

  His chest tightened so sharply it almost stole his breath.

  I ran.

  The truth struck harder than the monster ever could.

  He hadn’t been powerless.

  He had chosen himself.

  And someone else had paid for it.

  The jungle noise dulled beneath the pounding in his ears.

  Thud.

  Thud.

  Thud.

  His fingers trembled.

  Not from exhaustion.

  From memory.

  From that helpless, suffocating moment when he had watched someone fall beyond his reach.

  Not again.

  His eyes snapped into focus.

  The world sharpened.

  Every movement of the serpent tails.

  Every shift of muscle beneath fur and scale.

  The fear burned away.

  What replaced it was colder.

  More controlled.

  More dangerous.

  His magic surged, no longer hesitant.

  “Not this time,” he whispered.

  And the stones rose.

  The severed heads twitched.

  Then they began to regrow.

  “They’re regenerating!” Kany warned.

  Kael's vision sharpened. He lifted shattered stones, reducing their weight until they hovered, then shaped them into jagged bullets. With a flick of his hand, he fired them. The fragments slammed into the beast's skull, its chest, its serpents. He pulled them back through the air and fired again, a relentless barrage.

  The fight raged on.

  Aeris carved through scales and fur, her blade a silver arc. Kael drove stones like a storm. The monster staggered, bled, roared—

  Yet it did not fall.

  Kael's control began to slip. His magic sputtered. The stones wobbled. Pain cracked through his temples. "No—" he gasped.

  His control snapped.

  An explosion of force burst around him as his control collapsed. He dropped to one knee, then to both, breath ragged.

  Kany darted in, lifted Kael, and carried him back toward Zeph. "Stay with me," he said, jaw clenched.

  Across the clearing, Aeris slowed, her strikes losing their edge as exhaustion caught her. The monster, torn and bleeding, still moved as if it had just begun.

  Then a serpent head lunged.

  Aeris screamed as fangs sank into her side.

  Kany moved without thinking.

  He lunged and tore Aeris free before the serpent could drag her closer. Blood soaked his sleeve as he shoved her back toward Kael and Zeph.

  A serpent head snapped toward him.

  Kany’s palm flared.

  A compressed flame sphere formed instantly—

  He drove it forward.

  It detonated against the monster’s chest.

  Fire punched through fur, flesh, and bone.

  A gaping, smoking hole tore open straight through its torso.

  The beast staggered.

  “Stay down.”

  Then he turned fully toward it.

  Smoke drifted through the clearing. The monster loomed ahead, massive—its ruined chest already twitching, trying to knit itself back together.

  Kany stood alone.

  His eyes hardened.

  “This is not your lucky day,” he said quietly.

  “You monster.”