"I'm not telling you all this because I want your help."
Lucian holstered his twin relic pistols, then scanned the surroundings. "Since you don't know anything either, you can leave."
From the way he said it, it was obvious: he planned to go to the wraith cave alone.
Frey said, "We should go together. More people means we can watch each other's backs, and we can—"
"No need."
Lucian cut her off coldly. He glanced back at her, his tone brimming with confidence. "Leave professional work to professionals. No one is better than me at dealing with those disgusting things."
Every word carried raw hatred for wraiths.
And as if he'd caught a scent, he fixed on a direction mid-sentence. Leaving only a lonely silhouette behind, he headed that way.
To be fair, he wasn't wrong.
Demon hunters fought dark creatures too, but when it came to wraiths, the Sentinels of Light really were the specialists.
The Sentinel had shown his face for only a moment before disappearing, his figure swallowed by the forest almost immediately.
Frey looked at Luke, waiting for his decision.
"Even if he says that, we've already come this far. We can't just quit halfway," Luke said, meeting her gaze.
He had no intention of retreating.
He might be lazy, but he wasn't that timid.
And he still had an investigation on his shoulders—the reason three people vanished from Kerr Village still wasn't clear.
If he left now, they'd probably lose the last thread of a lead for good.
So whether he liked it or not, they had to go grind the boss in that wraith cave.
"Then do we chase him?" Frey asked. "That Sentinel clearly doesn't want to travel with us."
She could tell what Lucian meant. If he didn't want them tagging along, it would be awkward to force it—yet he seemed like the only one who could find the cave.
Then, after a long stretch of silence, Vayne suddenly spoke.
"Maybe I know where it is. Follow me."
She picked a direction—different from Lucian's—and started walking.
Luke glanced at her from the side and noticed something about her felt… off.
He couldn't put a finger on it. She just looked a little more like the Vayne he remembered—the bespectacled Vayne—except she still wasn't wearing those glasses that hid her face.
The three of them followed Vayne for a while, and sure enough, beneath the roots of a massive tree, they found an entrance leading down into a cave.
Even Luke, whose sensitivity to darkness was fairly weak, could feel the black aura seeping out of it.
Frey shot Vayne a puzzled look, clearly asking how she'd known.
Vayne answered under that questioning stare, "I can feel a black thread pulling me here."
In her eyes, thick black vapor was pouring out of the cave, and one thin strand of it had guided her straight to this spot.
Frey stared at the entrance without speaking. She could feel Vayne's changes today.
Her strength had jumped for no apparent reason—and now she'd awakened an unnervingly sharp sense for darkness.
For a moment, Frey didn't know whether that was good or bad.
Vayne getting stronger should be a good thing. There was no reason to overthink it.
With that thought, Frey didn't ask more. She simply said, "Let's go in."
She took the lead. After a quick check to confirm the entrance was safe, she slipped inside.
A moment later came the sound of sliding, then landing.
Not long after, Frey's voice echoed up from below. "All clear!"
Vayne went in next, then Yurna, then Luke.
The instant Luke entered, the bright daylight behind him vanished, replaced by darkness so heavy he could only make out vague shapes with his far-better-than-human vision.
The entrance connected into the roots of the giant tree above. Tangled roots formed a steep chute.
He slid down it, and below, there was light—Frey had already lit a torch.
When Luke landed smoothly, Frey was handing a second torch to Yurna.
Vayne was reloading her wrist crossbow with bolts. The bolts still had blood on them—she'd clearly pulled them straight out of the bloodsuckers earlier.
The bolt tips had been treated with holy water to counter dark creatures, and they were expensive. Of course she was going to reuse them.
The cave was cold—at least ten degrees colder than outside—and the chill had a way of sinking into your bones, the kind that made your heart feel tight for no reason.
Beyond the torchlight was bottomless black, like the eye of a giant beast staring back, silent and malignant.
Frey walked in front, Vayne behind her, Luke third, and Yurna in the rear.
There was only one path. The four of them moved forward carefully.
But the cave was rough and narrow. After passing through a tunnel and continuing deeper, the space became tighter and tighter.
They had to hunch as they went. Eventually, it felt like crawling through a square duct—hands and knees on the ground, inching forward.
The torchlight flickered.
Vayne wore leather pants, and she was barely a meter ahead of Luke.
From Luke's angle, all he could see was the leather hugging a fully developed, lifted curve, swaying as she crawled—left, right, left, right.
And yet Luke had absolutely no appreciation for the scenery.
He was silently praying Vayne wouldn't pick this exact moment to fart.
After about a hundred meters, the space finally widened. One by one, they stood, dust falling off their clothes.
At that moment, Vayne glanced at Luke. Her black eyes held something unreadable.
Then she looked away.
The four of them examined their surroundings and realized they'd reached what looked like a fork—four different paths, each disappearing into darkness.
Bang. Bang.
Bang. Bang.
Faint, muffled gunshots echoed from one of the passages.
No surprise—Lucian was in there.
"The fighting sounds intense," Frey said, looking at Luke. "Do we go help?"
But before Luke could answer, the instant her words fell—
It was like a switch flipped.
From all four tunnels, pairs of red eyes lit up at once.
"Oooo—!"
"WAAAA—!"
The next second, wraiths poured out of every passage, starving and shrieking as they surged forward.
The four of them snapped into combat mode, drawing weapons without hesitation.
The fight detonated immediately.
There was no time to worry about what shape the Sentinel was in.
First, they had to clear these lesser wraiths.
Except they didn't stop coming.
Wraiths flooded out endlessly from all four tunnels.
Then Luke felt it—an unmistakable sense of danger crawling up his spine. Goosebumps rose. Every hair stood on end.
It was rare.
And every time it happened, it meant one thing: something bad was about to hit.
"Link up with Lucian—now!"
Luke made the call instantly.
Sticking together was the best option.
As he spoke, he didn't hesitate. His long sword whipped hard, and a wind blade tore out—forcing a path open through sheer violence.
Wraiths on the line died or were ripped apart.
Then Luke burst forward, heading straight for the passage where the gunfire came from.
The others followed immediately.
The cave paths were brutal—like climbing a jagged mountain, with no flat ground anywhere. And with wraiths constantly surging at them, it took serious effort, but they finally fought their way through.
And sure enough—on this side, the battle was just as vicious.
Lucian was nearly surrounded.
His twin relic pistols blazed with holy light, burning every wraith they touched into nothing.
Even so, he kept firing while retreating, his expression dark and unstable.
The sheer number of wraiths in this cave had clearly exceeded even his expectations.
"Over here!" Luke shouted, slashing again as he did.
This chamber was huge, dimly lit—only weak firelight and strange stones in the walls that gave off a faint glow, just enough to keep shapes visible.
And because of that, the wraiths here were unlike anything outside—easily ten times more.
Plus, Luke's group had drawn more wraiths along the way without even realizing it.
Looking at it now, it was a black sea, packed so tightly it made your scalp tingle. The ghost-wails scraped at the ears. The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.
The wraiths' pitch-black bodies radiated a terrifying hunger. The darkness here was thick, fierce—like it wanted to swallow them alive.
Lucian had already noticed the commotion. When he saw Luke's group, his expression didn't change—
But he adjusted his direction, carving his way toward them.
Before long, they finally met up, the ground littered with wraith remains dissolving into gray smoke.
Frey's Icebone Blade swung relentlessly. Yurna's short blade harvested wraiths with chilling efficiency.
And Vayne—
Vayne's silver bolts purified wraith after wraith, and she sank deeper into the pleasure of slaughter, growing more exhilarated by the second.
All filth in this world. All these vile things.
They all deserved to die.
Her face flushed from excitement, her heart racing. She felt herself slipping back into that state—better than being drunk, sharper, brighter, intoxicating.
It filled her with overwhelming confidence.
And it fed her power—endlessly.
It felt dangerously close to addiction.
No one noticed her change. Everyone was locked in, fighting too hard to spare a thought.
Luke's group and Lucian formed a tight circle, guarding every angle as the wraiths charged.
"What the hell is wrong with this cave?" Luke frowned. "Why are there so many of these things?"
He'd never dealt with this many ghosts in his life—and the worst part was they were spirit bodies. His sword needed multiple hits to get real effect.
It was infuriating.
Lucian answered grimly, "From my experience, this means the wraith cave isn't natural."
Lesser wraiths didn't have memories of life. They were just pure desire after their creation. Under normal conditions, they didn't "organize" into massive swarms.
So a place like this—one that had gathered wraiths deliberately—meant there was a deeper reason.
Then—
A low hum.
A crushing pressure slammed down, and both of the torches in Frey and Yurna's hands snuffed out instantly.
The cave, already dim, dropped into deeper darkness. Only the faintly glowing stones gave them bare visibility.
The only real light left was Lucian's pistols.
As he fired, the holy bullets flashed pure white from the muzzles, strobing the chamber.
Luke's sixth sense screamed again.
"Spread out!"
He shouted on instinct and lunged forward first.
No one hesitated. The moment he yelled, they each cut in a direction and moved.
BOOM!
A heartbeat later, the ground where they'd been standing exploded upward. Rock fragments shot into the air—
And at the same time, an enormous black hand erupted from below, wrapped in far denser dark vapor.
Then a higher-tier wraith hauled itself out of the earth.
It was more than twice the height of the lesser ones, far bulkier—and those crimson eyes showed clear intelligence.
"A mid-tier wraith! It's finished transforming—watch yourselves!" Lucian barked, face tense.
He didn't have time to be shocked by Luke's uncanny danger sense. He raised his pistols and unloaded, holy bullets pouring into the wraith.
The same shots that instantly erased lesser wraiths struck the mid-tier wraith—
And vanished like they'd been swallowed.
No damage. Not even a flinch.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Even Lucian. He'd fought mid-tier wraiths before, but this one was different.
Mid-tier wraiths might sound like just one step up, but their strength was on an entirely different level.
Luke could tell the danger-feeling was coming straight from it—but he knew nothing about this kind of monster.
No clue how the "boss mechanics" worked.
He yelled to Lucian, "Give me the quick version—what's its weakness?"
Lucian kept moving, clearing lesser wraiths as he talked. His eyes stayed on the mid-tier wraith as he answered, voice low.
"It has no weakness."
Luke actually laughed. "You've got jokes."
He genuinely impressed himself that he could still laugh right now. He whipped his sword, and a gust cleared a neat wave of lesser wraiths.
"Moments like this," Lucian said, calm as ever, "you stay optimistic."
He'd seen worse. His footwork was so smooth it almost looked stylish.
Luke stared at the mid-tier wraith, which still hadn't moved. "It's been standing there forever. You think it wants to sit down and talk?"
Lucian frowned, analyzing. "Its transformation wasn't finished. We interrupted it halfway."
As soon as he said it, the mid-tier wraith twitched.
Everyone tightened up.
The next second, it let out a low growl and began absorbing the lesser wraiths around it.
"Absorbing" wasn't even the right word—it looked more like merging. The lesser wraiths threw themselves into it, and heads started bulging out from its body—one after another.
Its frame swelled larger and larger, turning into a pitch-black, grotesque, towering abomination.
"Sharpshooter," Luke said, eyeing it, "what's your take on it getting bigger and bigger?"
Lucian answered flatly, "I'm looking at it."
Lucian's eyebrow twitched at the nickname, but he didn't waste time on it. "It's drawing power from the lesser wraiths to complete the transformation."
Luke nodded. "Yeah, I figured that part out."
The thing was already nearly three Lukes tall.
"Can you fire those pistols any faster?"
"I'm already firing as fast as I can."
"Do you seriously not need to reload?"
"No. They have unlimited ammunition."
"Can I borrow them?"
"…No. Ordinary people can't use these weapons."
Vayne fired several silver bolts at the mid-tier wraith. They did nothing—worse, they got swallowed, and the monster grew even larger.
She frowned. "Can you two say something useful?"
They were bantering in the middle of a nightmare.
At this rate she was going to drag two chairs in here and tell them to chat somewhere else.
Frey and Yurna focused on thinning lesser wraiths while inching toward the mid-tier wraith.
The mid-tier wraith looked calm, but every second it stood there, the threat climbed.
"Isn't this your specialty?" Luke snapped at Lucian. "Come up with something."
Luke had nothing. He could only tell that if this dragged on, they were all toast.
The "professional," Lucian, looked strained too. He clearly didn't have a clean solution.
Because this mid-tier wraith wasn't like the ones he'd fought before.
Even Frey looked stuck.
The worst part was the number of lesser wraiths.
The monster wasn't immune to holy power—it was just offsetting damage by continuously absorbing lesser wraiths.
Those endless lesser wraiths were its supply crates.
And it was getting stronger with every breath.
If it finished transforming, it would be too late.
"My weapons do the most damage!" Lucian shouted. "Cover me!"
His twin pistols were dumping light into the surging lesser wraiths, which meant he couldn't focus fully on the boss.
"Got it!" Luke answered immediately, slashing his way toward Lucian.
The mid-tier wraith's appearance had forced them to scatter. Now, they were being blocked by waves of lesser wraiths.
Frey, Vayne, and Yurna all started moving in toward Lucian as well, converging from different directions.
The battle turned into a race against seconds.
On one side, the mid-tier wraith kept absorbing power.
On the other, Luke's group fought like maniacs to clear lesser wraiths.
As they reached Lucian, they helped shoulder his pressure. With his hands finally freed, Lucian locked on the mid-tier wraith, face hardening.
He raised both pistols.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bullets blazing white like holy fire poured into the swelling body.
Shot after shot. The recoil made Lucian's arms tremble.
The cave strobed with every muzzle flash.
And the flood of holy bullets finally matched the wraith's absorption speed, canceling it out.
Its transformation… effectively stalled.
"We've got a shot!" Lucian grit out, sweat beading on his forehead.
He didn't spare even a blink, both pistols still spewing cleansing light.
In theory, if they wiped out every lesser wraith, the transformation would collapse.
But with this many? Who knew how long that would take.
It would be cleaner to kill the mid-tier wraith outright.
Luke kept swinging beside him and noticed Lucian's face going pale.
The sweat only got worse.
A stalemate.
Then—
A low vibration rolled off the mid-tier wraith. Its swollen body heaved, and a burst of dark pressure blasted outward, throwing the lesser wraiths away like leaves in a storm.
"ROAR!"
The mid-tier wraith threw its head back and howled, rage spilling out in wild, violent waves.
"Its transformation failed!" Lucian lowered his arms, sweat pouring down his face.
His voice dropped, suddenly weak. His arms shook uncontrollably.
But it wasn't for nothing.
They'd disrupted it until it failed.
"Keep shooting!" Luke urged.
Lucian leaned against the wall, gulping air. "Give me a second."
The pressure in the cave sank.
Everyone felt it.
The enraged mid-tier wraith slowly turned its crimson gaze toward them.
Then it bellowed and charged.
"Spread out!" Luke shouted.
If they stayed clumped, he had a bad feeling they'd all get wiped at once.
So he peeled off to the right, thinking: Lucian's the one shooting it. Lucian's the one who interrupted its transformation. This has nothing to do with me.
There was no way the first burst of aggro should be on him.
And then the wraith instantly proved him wrong.
Luke activated his Godspeed Footwork, darting right to widen the distance—
And the wraith abruptly changed direction, barreling straight at him.
…Seriously?
Luke blinked, a single giant question mark forming in his soul, along with a powerful urge to curse.
This thing had to have been ugly as hell when it was alive. Otherwise it wouldn't be targeting him with such personal malice.
"Your Highness, watch out!" Frey shouted.
They'd all scattered too, and the wraith was already on Luke—there was no time to reach him.
All they could do was yell.
Luke didn't have time to think. With the mid-tier wraith closing fast, he went all-in on Godspeed Footwork, weaving through the chamber in the flickering gloom.
The mid-tier wraith chased like a stupid, furious dog, getting toyed with again and again.
Watching Luke drift through the cave like he was flying, everyone stared, stunned.
That footwork was absurdly slick.
Then Yurna carved her way over, stepping between Luke and the mid-tier wraith.
Her slim frame, short blade in hand, looked almost laughably small compared to the three-meter monster.
And yet her face didn't change. Her violet eyes stayed cold and indifferent.
"Hit it!" Luke snapped, sword raised, anger flashing through him.
In the same instant, Luke and Yurna moved together—attacking at once.
Yurna's black short blade dropped.
A surge of power exploded with the strike.
The mid-tier wraith swung a thick arm at her—
And the arm was cut clean off, severed into two pieces.
Luke followed with everything he had. Wind technique and Wuju Sword Intent fused, a fierce gale wrapping the blade with a howl as he slashed again and again.
Swordlight flashed.
Several deep cuts opened across the wraith's huge body, black vapor pouring out.
But the next second—
The black vapor flowed backward.
At the same time, several lesser wraiths shrieking toward them were sucked into the boss.
Its wounds healed at visible speed.
Its severed left arm restored in a blink—
And the unfinished palm strike continued downward.
Yurna raised her short blade to block, but the impact launched her backward.
Luke couldn't worry about her—another massive hand was already slapping toward him.
He'd sensed it early, and his footwork was sharp. He slipped back out of range.
"ROAR!!"
The wraith howled in pain as its back was smashed—an Icebone Blade nearly bit into its spine, carving down like it wanted to split the monster in half.
Frey had arrived.
After that strike, Frey immediately retreated.
The furious wraith turned to chase her—
And then several silver bolts punched into its face, precise as needles.
Holy water burned it. Black vapor hissed upward.
Vayne stood at a distance, crossbow in hand, eyes cold.
"H—"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots erupted, white flashes slamming into the wraith's forehead. The holy cleansing power tore away nearly half its skull and cut off its roar mid-scream.
Lucian had recovered enough to stand again. He held his pistols with icy focus.
"Now!" someone shouted.
They all knew this was the window.
With their coordination, the wraith had no time to react.
It could only absorb lesser wraiths to repair itself, and that slowed its movement.
No one needed to talk it out.
The five of them took their roles and unloaded everything they had into the monster.
The wraith's massive body twisted. Even with its head damaged, nobody relaxed for a second.
Under their synchronized pressure, the wraith's strength kept bleeding away.
The balance of victory finally started to tilt.
And then—
BOOM!!
A violent surge erupted from the wraith's body. The shockwave blasted Frey, Yurna, and Luke off their feet.
Even Vayne and Lucian, farther back, had to brace hard just to avoid being shoved backward.
"ROAR!!"
The wraith's body swelled again, and countless lesser-wraith heads surfaced across its form—nightmarish and wrong.
"Hang in there!" Luke shouted, confident. "It's almost down!"
Vayne, hearing his certainty, asked, "Why are you so sure?"
"I've got experience," Luke said quickly. "That big idiot is clearly low—he's panicking."
In games, this was the boss's second phase—the mechanic that triggers when its health is near empty.
Usually, it meant the HP bar was almost gone.
Of course… Luke had no idea how much HP it actually had.
And apparently his mouth had maxed out its taunt value.
The newly swollen wraith spun, then locked onto Luke again.
Luke stayed calm, raised a single middle finger—
Then turned and ran.
Thud. Thud. Thud!
Heavy footsteps shook the cave behind him, mixed with a rage howl that rattled the air.
Luke had never imagined he had the qualities to be a main tank. Heaven gave him a handsome face—and with it, endless trouble.
At level 7, Godspeed Footwork wasn't just fast.
The chamber was wide, and after their earlier clearing, there weren't as many mobs as before.
That gave Luke room to work.
He dragged aggro while looking for openings to let his teammates pour damage in.
Their teamwork was smooth.
After about a minute of kiting, the wraith finally realized something was wrong.
In its wildest dreams, it never imagined a human could be this slippery. With its massive frame, it had chased forever and still couldn't touch even a single hair.
So it switched targets—charging the nearest one: Yurna.
Everyone had expected it to try something like that.
What they hadn't expected was how strong it had become.
Yurna was probably the strongest in the group.
And even she felt the pressure from this hulking mid-tier wraith.
Her black short blade looked comically small by comparison.
BOOM! BOOM!
Each of the wraith's strikes dropped like boulders. Yurna blocked—barely—taking the impacts head-on with growing strain.
Frey moved in with her Icebone Blade to support.
Luke turned back to pull aggro again.
But their early "burst" now barely mattered.
The wraith caught Frey's Icebone Blade—
Then grabbed her entire body with its other hand and hurled her straight toward Vayne.
Vayne's instincts told her to dodge, but she suddenly realized the wall was right behind her.
The next second—
BAM!
Teacher and student slammed together, then crashed down along the wall.
Vayne's body softened some of the impact for Frey, but it meant both of them took a heavy hit.
At the same time, Yurna was swatted aside, smashing into the wall and coughing blood.
She forced herself up—only to face another wave of lesser wraiths rushing in.
Only Lucian, still trying to recover his spirit energy, and Luke, still mobile, were temporarily unscathed.
Vayne climbed to her feet. In that intoxicated state, even the pain felt dulled—but it still affected her.
Frey rose as well, face grim.
Vayne glared at Luke. "Didn't you say it was almost down?"
Because this "big idiot" looked like it was getting more energetic the longer they fought.
Luke snapped back, "I was joking."
Reality was reality. He couldn't keep applying game logic.
And the situation was getting ugly—everyone's combat ability was compromised.
Then—
Luke's aura exploded.
Power surged through his entire body like a boiling kettle about to erupt. The sword intent he'd been restraining was no longer restrained at all—it poured out freely, oppressive and terrifying, making the cave's atmosphere feel even heavier.
A wild gust burst outward from him, washing over the chamber with tangible force.
Everyone felt it and flinched.
Sensing danger, the wraith turned, crimson eyes locking onto Luke.
In Luke's mind, a system prompt flashed:
[Fearless Power Trial Card activated successfully. Duration: 1 hour.]
It was a Fearless-tier power trial card he'd gotten from a sign-in reward long ago—rotting in his system inventory.
If he hadn't glanced through his stash, he might've forgotten it existed.
Now, as he felt the power pouring through his body, his overall strength jumped by a massive margin in just a few seconds.
"ROAR!"
The wraith lunged, black vapor spilling off it, all those heads writhing across its body—horrifying and sickening.
This time, Luke didn't use Godspeed Footwork to run.
Kiting forever had lost its meaning.
"Then let's settle it!"
He flashed forward, charging head-on.
He clashed with the wraith in an instant—wind blades shredding off his sword as they fought, neither giving ground.
After trading several blows, Luke darted back and created distance.
Wind intent surged—gathering, condensing, piling onto his long blade.
"WHOOOO—!"
In the next moment, he fused the wind intent with his increasingly fierce Wuju Sword Intent—
And a small tornado burst off his sword.
It howled like it could tear anything apart. Lesser wraiths in its path were sucked in and instantly shredded by the rotating wind-blades inside.
The mini tornado didn't slow.
It tore straight toward the mid-tier wraith.
Vayne's eyes widened.
She didn't expect this prince—who, in her eyes, was basically "lazy, lazier, laziest"—to be this strong.
But then she remembered her own breakthrough today, that power awakening inside her.
Vayne quietly clenched her fist.
If she just hunted a few more dark creatures… she'd only keep getting stronger.
Lucian, still restoring his spirit, froze too—stunned.
Not just by the prince's strength, but by his swordsmanship.
It looked eerily similar to the wind sword style Lucian had heard about during his travels across Runeterra.
As the tornado engulfed the wraith's massive body, Luke blurred—
And used Sweeping Blade to appear right in front of it.
Slash!
Slash!
SLASH!
Swordlight flared, wind blasting outward as the wraith roared. Black vapor poured out, and its size began shrinking.
But it wasn't enough.
Two seconds later, the wraith pushed through the damage and began roaring back, trying to counterattack.
Luke's eyes sharpened.
Level 6 wind swordsmanship was still too low.
And his weapon was just an ordinary longsword—no holy aspect.
Even using a discount version of Last Breath, he still couldn't finish it.
That was a problem.
If he couldn't kill it now, it would just absorb more lesser wraiths and recover.
"Sharpshooter—figure something out with those pistols!" Luke shouted.
"I'm already thinking!" Lucian snapped back.
The moment Luke's tornado hit, Lucian had already raised his pistols. Without waiting for full recovery, he fired a heavy stream of holy bullets.
The shots purified the wraith's darkness again and again.
And still—
It endured.
Then it suddenly spun, snarled, and ignored Luke entirely—charging Lucian.
Lucian's gut dropped. He started moving, footwork agile, still firing as he retreated.
But he'd already burned a lot of spirit energy. The bullets were losing intensity.
"PFF—!"
The wraith's palm slammed into him. The Sentinel gear blocked about half the damage—
But claw marks ripped open, blood spraying, and Lucian was launched, rolling across the ground several times before stopping.
One relic pistol flew from his hand.
Lucian spat blood, pain ripping through him, vision blurring.
The wraith raised its claws to finish him—
Whoosh!
A silver bolt flew in and stabbed into its forehead.
Vayne, at a distance, had fired the clutch shot.
"ROAR!"
The wraith snapped its head toward her and lunged.
Vayne would've been erased if it reached her—but her face stayed cold and steady, even in the crushing dark.
Luke flashed in between them.
The wraith's aggro snapped back to him, sword and claws colliding again and again, neither able to immediately overwhelm the other.
But Luke knew: this couldn't drag on.
The cave kept producing lesser wraiths—fuel for the monster.
If it recovered fully, it would only get stronger.
Were they really about to wipe here?
That thought flickered—
And Luke felt something under his foot.
Lucian's relic pistol.
A bold idea hit him.
Luke burst forward with a heavy strike, wind blasting the wraith back—
Then he stepped, hooked, and kicked.
The relic pistol popped up off the ground.
Luke caught it—
Aimed it at the towering wraith—
And—
"You're insane! You can't use—"
Bang!
Lucian tried to stop him, voice urgent—
But the cave exploded in an eye-searing flash of white light.
Lucian's urgent expression froze, swallowed by shock.
WTF???
Pure, full-body confusion.
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