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SM/DC Chapter 59 : Legacy Shadow Legion Dungeon - 2
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 21:34:50 +0000 UTCThe sky trembled with the dying echoes of battle.
Only two wyverns remained. Their massive wings beat the air in frantic bursts, circling above Arthur as if trying to decide whether to fight or flee.
Arthur?
He just walked.
Each step was slow, deliberate, like a predator who already knew how this would end. His glowing blue eyes burned through the haze of blood and smoke, and the air itself seemed to grow heavier like the world was bending to his will.
One of the wyverns finally snapped. With a deafening shriek, it dived toward him, jaws wide enough to crush a boulder.
Arthur didn’t stop. He didn’t even blink.
When it got close enough he moved.
In a blur of speed and raw power, his Doomsday-gauntlet fist shot forward CRACK!
The punch connected square with the beast’s face. The sheer force shattered its snout, sending splinters of bone flying. Its own horn sharp and curved was driven straight through its skull. The wyvern’s eyes bulged wide with a choking gurgle before its body collapsed in a twitching heap.
Arthur shook the blood from his gauntlet, tilting his head. “Maybe that was a bit too much.”
The last wyvern bigger than the rest let out a panicked, ear-splitting screech. It flapped its wings in a desperate attempt to escape, already soaring higher.
Arthur just raised his hand.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was calm, almost bored but the weight behind it was absolute.
Ruler’s Authority surged from his palm, an invisible force crashing into the wyvern like a tidal wave. It jerked mid-flight slammed down through the air, flailing as if the very sky betrayed it.
The beast thrashed helplessly, but Arthur’s power was merciless. It wasn’t just holding the wyvern it was dragging it down.
With an earth-shaking THUD, the creature landed its massive head pinned to the ground.
Arthur’s boots crunched over broken stone as he approached. Slowly. Casually.
The wyvern hissed, struggling against the invisible grip locking its limbs. But when Arthur crouched down, his gauntlet clad hand clamped around its thick, scaly throat, tight enough to make the beast shudder in pain.
“Listen closely, big guy,” Arthur said, leaning in. His voice dropped lower, colder dangerous. “I’m not in the mood to waste time. So here’s the deal...”
He lifted his other hand, pointing toward a distant floating island, one that pulsed with an eerie, electric energy. Jagged bolts of purple lightning arced around its edges, and the air around it seemed darker and twisted.
“That’s where your boss is, isn’t it?” His eyes gleamed, piercing and relentless. “You’re gonna take me there. Or...”
His grip tightened hard.
The wyvern let out a strangled growl, its entire body trembling under his grasp. It wasn’t defiance it was fear.
Arthur smiled cold and sharp. “Good. You feel fear.. it means you are smart enough to understand exactly what I’m saying.”
With a snap of his fingers, Ruler’s Authority released its hold. The wyvern’s wings unfurled immediately, but it didn’t try to run again. It just lay there, panting, broken and obedient.
Arthur clapped the beast’s neck like he was congratulating an old friend. “Smart choice. Now… let’s fly.”
The wyvern shuddered beneath Arthur’s grip, its wings unfurling wide as it lifted off the ground in a powerful burst. Wind howled around him as they climbed higher, the ruined battlefield shrinking below.
Arthur stood tall on its back, perfectly balanced, his glowing blue eyes locked on the storm-wreathed island ahead. The closer he got, the more power he felt a pressure thick in the air, crawling under his skin like static. Ancient. Violent. Alive.
“This magic…” Arthur muttered, tilting his head as he felt the pulse of raw magic grow stronger with every passing second. “I have a theory...could be a dragon. Maybe multiple ones.”
The thought made him grin.
As the wyvern flew closer, the storm clouds churned, parting just enough to reveal a castle if it could even be called that. It was less a fortress and more a monument to war jagged black stone, spires that twisted into the sky, and a faint glow of crimson runes crawling across its walls like veins. Bolts of violet lightning crackled around the island, bathing the structure in a harsh, flickering light.
Arthur tightened his grip on the wyvern’s neck. “Let’s go introduce ourselves.”
With a sharp tug, the beast dove. The wind lashed against his face as they plummeted toward the castle gates faster, harder but Arthur didn’t flinch.
When they were close enough, he moved.
In one smooth motion, he leapt from the wyvern’s back, his Promethium sword flashing into existence in his hand. the wind tore around him as he spun gracefully mid-air, Arthur’s blade gleamed with cold, merciless light.
SHING!
The wyvern never stood a chance.
Arthur’s sword sliced through its neck like butter, severing its head in one brutal, fluid strike. The massive beast convulsed, its head and body separating mid-air. The head plummeted first, crashing into the ground with a sickening thud, followed almost immediately by the body, a loud, meaty crunch echoing through the desolate sky.
And Arthur? He landed seconds later, smooth, graceful, and completely unfazed, right between the two halves of the fallen creature.
He spared a glance at the carnage, lips curling into a smile and with a polite bow. “Thanks for the ride.”
Without sparing it another thought, he straightened his gaze shifting to the castle looming ahead. The storm howled louder behind him. Every step closer made the air feel heavier, thick with magic so intense it practically hummed against his skin. Whatever was inside wasn’t just powerful. It was waiting.
Arthur adjusted his gauntlet, eyes gleaming like cold fire.
“Alright… let’s see what’s inside.”
“But first…” His glowing blue eyes flicked toward the massive wyvern corpse beside him, a gleam of curiosity flashing in his gaze.
The eerie hum of magic from the castle called to him dangerous and enticing but … he had an idea.
“Most of my job-specific skills are locked… but let me just try this.”
With a confident stride, Arthur approached the fallen beast. Its lifeless form sprawled across the jagged stone, blood still steaming in the cold air. He placed his gauntleted hand against its scaly hide, feeling the lingering warmth beneath his fingers.
“Arise.”
His voice echoed with authority a command that had once raised entire battlefields of shadowed soldiers. The air around him trembled as dark energy surged outward, seeping into the corpse in waves.
And then… nothing.
A sharp ding rang out in his mind as a system notification appeared before him:
[Target cannot be extracted.]
[Certain entities within the Legacy Dungeon are tied to the Dungeon’s core and cannot be reanimated.]
Arthur blinked, tilting his head. “What?” He flicked his fingers, trying again. “Arise.”
Still nothing.
“Oh, come on!” He tried a third time, frustration creeping into his tone, but the system remained as stubbornly unyielding as the corpse beneath his hand.
Another notification flashed:
[Certain entities within the Legacy Dungeon are tied to the Dungeon’s core and cannot be reanimated.]
Arthur dragged a hand down his face. “Damn it.” He muttered, the weight of the restriction sinking in. "Of course it wouldn't be that easy…" He kicked a loose piece of wyvern horn aside. “Guess the system doesn’t want me cheesing my way through this.”
“Fine. I didn’t need a wyvern army anyway,” he said with a sigh, though part of him still imagined how badass it would’ve been to storm the castle with a fleet of shadow-drakes at his back.
“Guess I’m doing this the old-fashioned way.” With that, Arthur stepped forward, his boots striking the ground with quiet purpose as he approached the towering gates of the castle.
The gates, massive and jagged like the fangs of some long-dead beast, loomed over him. Without hesitation, Arthur pushed them open and the moment the doors creaked apart, the world exploded with raw, unrestrained power.
A storm of magic blasted outward, crashing against him like a tidal wave. It wasn’t subtle it was wild, chaotic, and hungry. Lightning crackled through the air, lashing at the stone beneath his feet. Arthur’s cloak snapped violently behind him, but he didn’t flinch.
Instead, his eyes burned brighter, twin orbs of cold, electric-blue light as he let the wave wash over him.
“Heh… welcoming committee’s a bit much, don’t you think?” he muttered, voice dripping with amusement.
But beneath the power he sensed them. Humanoid presences. A lot of them. And not weaklings, either. Their auras rippled through the place ike distant heartbeats, each one sharp and potent.
“Guess I’m scratching the dragon theory…” he murmured, his glowing eyes narrowing as he focused on the auras swirling within the castle’s depths.
No, this wasn’t the primal, towering presence of dragons. It was something else, darker. The magic wasn’t just wild, it was twisted, tainted laced with a malevolent hunger.
“Demons…” Arthur muttered, his voice low and edged with certainty. He didn’t know how he recognized it, but he felt it, he just somehow could tell just what kind of mana this is.
