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Chapter 94: Forgotten Siren of the Deep (2)
Chapter 94: Forgotten Siren of the Deep (2)
The Siren took its time with grotesque satisfaction, devouring its prey in slow, methodical bites. Each participant, still entranced, stood motionless—offering their bodies with upturned heads and euphoric expressions etched across their faces.
There was no resistance, no screams. Only silence, punctuated by the sickening crunch of bone and the wet slosh of flesh torn apart.
The Siren seemed delighted, releasing ecstatic, high-pitched giggles with every mouthful. It tilted its head, swaying with childlike glee, like a little girl savoring sweets at a banquet.
It gnawed on arms like candy sticks, chewed through torsos like delicate pastries, and tapped its jagged teeth together in anticipation before each bite.
Finally, when only mangled limbs and crimson-smeared armor remained floating in the dark water, the Siren leaned back.
It patted its distended, grotesquely bloated belly with a smug grin, its dozens of eyes blinking in sync. Satisfaction oozed from its every movement.
Then—just as it began to sink back into the water’s embrace, ready to vanish once more into the lake’s black heart—
SWOOSH
A brilliant arc of silver light slashed through the air, so swift and precise that it nearly cleaved the Siren’s head from its body.
The blade passed mere centimeters from its neck, humming with force. In the path of the strike, the water froze solid—an entire segment of the lake crystallizing in an instant. The sound of ice cracking and expanding echoed like thunder.
Startled, the Siren snapped its head toward the direction of the attack.
Hovering in mid-air, just above a jagged boulder, was a lone figure.
Silvery white hair, long and unbound, danced in the rising wind. Her crimson eyes glowed with quiet intensity, her presence radiating a cold, murderous calm.
Seren.
Her expression was unreadable, the faintest glimmer of disdain in her gaze.
The Siren shrieked—a monstrous, high-pitched soundwave that warped the air itself, distorting the very particles around them. The lake churned. The atmosphere twisted.
But it was useless.
Seren’s blade—Dissonance—responded before she did.
Black as night and etched with veins of shimmering silver aether, the blade devoured the sound currents like a starving beast. Its surface pulsed, alive, resonating with a counter frequency.
The air vibrated.
Then Dissonance sang.
Its resonance spread outward, a harmonic tone that rippled through the atmosphere. The very air turned thick with frost. The fog surrounding the lake crystallized into delicate shards—glimmering, razor-sharp ice particles suspended in motionless beauty.
Seren landed gracefully atop a boulder, her boots barely making a sound.
She curled two fingers inward.
The suspended frost shards responded like soldiers receiving a command.
They began to spin.
Faster and faster, they twisted into a whirling spiral, forming a dense tornado of blade-like frost, howling with deadly intent.
The Siren let out another shriek—not one of delight this time, but confusion, suspicion. It sensed danger.
In response, it lashed out.
Its long, serpentine tail struck the lakebed with a thunderous force. Water surged upward violently, forming a column that shot toward the frost spiral like a hydra’s head lunging to devour.
The two forces collided mid-air.
Water against frost.
The tornado held—for a moment. Its swirling mass tore into the water, turning parts of it into freezing mist. But the relentless force of the Siren’s assault overwhelmed it.
The frost particles shattered with a sharp crack, dispersing into misty remnants.
But Seren was already moving.
The Siren lunged forward with unexpected speed, its massive arms flaring out, claws extended. Its hundred eyes all locked onto her at once.
Seren twisted in the air, her body bending like a ribbon caught in wind. With a dancer’s grace, she dodged the strike and spun in mid-air. Her heel came up in a wide arc.
Then—
CRACK!
Her foot slammed into the Siren’s gut with bone-breaking force.
The blow landed squarely, sending the creature reeling backward. It was a blur of scales and shrieks as it skidded across the water’s surface, carving a furrow through the lake before crashing into a massive boulder.
The stone cracked under the impact.
Water erupted around it like an explosion.
Seren landed once more, her sword already raised.
Crimson eyes locked onto the Siren as it began to stir from the rubble.
She didn’t speak.
She didn’t taunt.
She was here to end a life, not trade words.
And this abomination had just been judged worthy of death.
The boulder cracked further as the Siren stirred. Its massive, pale blue body twitched, limbs flailing for purchase as it dragged itself upright.
Dozens of its eyes blinked furiously, some squinting in fury, others wide with fear. Blood, dark and sluggish, leaked from a tear in its midsection where Seren’s kick had landed.
A guttural, bubbling hiss escaped its throat as it rose.
And then it screamed.
This wasn’t the playful shriek from before—it was something deeper, more primal. The sound reverberated through the water, the air, even the earth beneath the boulders. Ripples spread across the lake in concentric circles. The once-still surface surged violently.
Seren’s gaze narrowed.
The water beneath the Siren trembled. A strange black glow began to pool around it, leaking from its body and merging with the lake. The surface started boiling—not from heat, but from movement.
Then they rose.
Hands.
Dozens, no—hundreds—of shadowy hands reached out from beneath the water’s surface. Their fingers were long and thin, slick with brine, grasping and pulling at invisible threads. They clawed their way up the Siren’s body like an embrace.
It opened its mouth once more—and sang.
Not a lullaby this time. A haunting dirge.
The melody was low and haunting, like a funeral hymn sung by a choir of drowned voices. Each note was layered with ancient suffering, a forgotten language only the dead could understand.
Seren felt it.
It wasn’t just a song.
It was a curse.
Her ears rang as her vision blurred for a moment. Her balance shifted ever so slightly, as if the world itself had tilted.
Somewhere deep inside her, something tugged—something primal and suffocating, as though unseen hands were reaching through her soul to drag her into the depths.
But she clenched her jaw and stood tall.
Dissonance shimmered with silvery light. The blade pulsed, vibrating faintly. Its resonance formed a protective hum around her, canceling the Siren’s dirge note by note.
Seren smirked. "You’ll need more than that."
The Siren’s face twisted. In rage or surprise, she didn’t care.
It roared, and the black hands around it launched forward.
They shot across the water like arrows—shadows with form, intent, and hunger.
Seren moved.
She leapt high into the air, twisting around the first barrage. The shadows missed by inches, passing through where she was a heartbeat ago.
As she spun, her blade slashed downward, slicing cleanly through two of the shadow limbs. They dissipated into mist with a ghostly wail.
She landed on a boulder just behind the Siren and immediately launched herself forward again, her blade low and gleaming.
The Siren spun around to meet her, its many eyes glowing a furious green. Its claw came down with terrifying speed, enough to cleave through stone.
But Seren had already slipped beneath it.
In one fluid motion, she slid across the wet boulder and emerged behind the Siren, blade trailing with her.
Slash.
A spray of dark ichor erupted from the creature’s thigh as Dissonance carved a precise line through its muscle. The Siren screamed in pain, its balance shifting as it stumbled forward.
Seren didn’t let up.
She pivoted, drove her foot against the boulder behind her, and shot forward like a comet.
Her sword arced upward.
SLASH!
A diagonal cut, starting from the Siren’s waist and trailing across its torso. The cut wasn’t deep enough to kill, but it was enough to stagger. Enough to send the creature reeling.
The Siren flailed in panic, water exploding upward as it tried to call upon its shadowy hands again. They answered—but they were slower this time. Fewer. Weakening.
Seren knew.
It had a limit.
And she was reaching it.
She drew in a breath and whispered softly to the blade, "Sing."
Dissonance thrummed with life, its entire form igniting in silvery-blue aether.
The lake around her started to freeze.
One by one, the water’s surface solidified into jagged frost plates. The hands shrieked as they were caught in the freezing spread, locking them in place. Even the Siren flinched, its movements slowing as the cold gripped its body.
Seren leapt again—this time higher than before.
Jagged ice formed beneath her as stepping stones. With each leap, she gained momentum, height, and energy. Frost trailed behind her like wings.
The Siren looked up, eyes widening as it saw the silhouette descending from the heavens—crimson gaze blazing, sword glowing like a star.
Seren flipped mid-air, her blade raised high.
Then she plunged down, all of her weight, all of her strength, and all of her aether poured into a single strike.
CRACK—THHHHRRRRRMMM
The impact shattered the silence.
Her blade pierced straight through the Siren’s chest.
It screamed—a final, trembling wail that echoed far and wide.
Then silence.
[ Sovereign Trial: Forgotten Siren of the Deep — Defeated. ]
[ Points Earned: +120 Points. ]
[ Total: 186 ]
Seren stood atop the creature’s frozen corpse, her breath calm and steady. The frozen lake around her shimmered beneath the moonlight, and the air finally grew still.
She glanced down at the bloated body.
Then whispered, "Rest now."
But her voice held no kindness.
Only finality.
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