Chapter 82
Daelan POV
The roar of mana fills the cavern.
The Roaring Tiger Guild Master steps forward, his entire body crackling with raw electricity. With a guttural shout, he unleashes it—
A supercharged blast of lightning that floods the entire dungeon with blinding white light.
The cave walls tremble under the force of it.
The Queen shrieks—a sound that vibrates straight through my bones—as the lightning scorches her grotesque body. Her massive form seizes, blackened carapace charring and cracking under the intensity.
But she doesn't die immediately.
The other two S-Class hunters move without hesitation.
The lion beast-man from Arumn' Guild slams a brutal fist into one of her remaining limbs, shattering the joint in a spray of greenish ichor.
And the cloaked Black Talon master sends a wave of seething dark matter—almost like living tar—rushing over her broken, burned form, swallowing her in writhing black tendrils.
The Queen stumbles back, trembling...
And then—
