Chapter 31: Chapter 107 – Spinning Panthergirl of Death

The unusual figure lying now dead on the deck and the hasty action of the captain made Asterios and Selene slightly confused, but they quickly gathered their wits and jumped to their feet. No matter how surprising, the situation was clear.

“Captain! It’s a whole swarm! At least a few dozen!” someone shouted from the ship’s side, leaning over the railing.

They followed Moreso to take a peek too. What they saw shocked them greatly. Countless fins broke the surface of the water and kept circling the ship next to each other, surrounding it in a small vortex created by their movements.

The captain threw some expletives under his nose and turned around, starting to shout more orders to his crew. Asterios quickly notified Miria and Umbra about the sudden assault and the misty raven flew into the air immediately after materializing from his shadow.

Asterios quickly ran to Moreso and stopped by his side.

“What’s going on? I’ve heard about blood luring in monsters and why you should never let it fall into the water, but I don’t think anyone was hurt.”

“Ah, don’t even get me started! I made sure to ask about any possible sightings of these freaks on the way to Dagger’s End but no one reported anything. These fishbrains are very territorial. They must have moved in recently and we had just enough luck to pass above them. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT CRATE, YOU CRETIN! LEAVE THAT SHIT ALONE AND GET YOURSELF ARMED!”

“I guess the only way now is to fight them off?” Selene asked.

“You are goddamn right, mifoxylady. They are a ferocious bunch that won’t let go unless they are annihilated. Curses! The last time we stumbled on their kind we lost one-third of the crew!”

Miria soon joined them with Svertaniel by her side. He looked better than before, much more suitable for combat. What Moreso had said about him just not bothering with tiring himself by fighting the seasickness must have been true.

“At least we have some actual power onboard this time!” The captain smiled wryly.

“How strong are these creatures?” Asterios asked.

“Strong enough to rip you in half but the main issue lies in numbers. They don’t know much more than how to grab, swipe, bite things, and perhaps swing their bone weapons. They rarely possess any meaningful abilities. Unless a big one shows up. Damned Finards.”

“Got it. Order everyone to get under the deck. We’ll take care of the uninvited guests.”

Moreso glanced at him and furrowed his brows. “Are you insane? You will get surrounded in no time! We need every man we can muster, even if they have to run here from the kitchen with a fork and a knife in their hands!”

A loud splash reached their ears and they watched as another humanoid shark jumped onto the deck by their side. Before it could even land properly, its head was blown off by an orb of spiritual energy and the lifeless corpse fell over the railing back into the water.

Selene stood by them with her arm still nonchalantly extended to the side. “Rather than being surrounded, we’ll be able to attack in every direction. The fewer people around, the less we need to worry about hitting someone by accident.”

Asterios nodded. “What she said. Leave everything to us. This is our area of expertise. Go, before they decide to start jumping in together instead of scouting ahead.”

The captain matched Ast’s gaze for a brief moment and sighed. “Be sure to keep my precious safe, aye?”

“Aye, Captain.”

Moreso then turned around and began informing his men about the change of plans. Soon, everyone started running towards the big door leading to the stairs below. Three more enemies showed up during the evacuation, but Miria and Selene hastily took care of them, protecting the sailors.

The entrance was closed from the inside and Svertaniel cast some kind of a barrier onto it. A giant eye appeared on the dark purple matter that covered the wood and it started glancing around. A few tentacles of the same color surged from the ominous void and began lashing at the air in front of it.

Walking back to the group while fixing his clothes with style, Svertaniel brought out a floating book that opened by itself and started releasing a purple mist. It was the same one they had seen him read for a brief moment during one of the meetings. Asterios had no idea that it was actually a grimoire.

“Now then. I shall show these insignificant beings what it means to challenge the Void.”

Svertaniel had a proud smirk on his face which caused Asterios to smile wryly at the demon man. The spark in his eyes was quite easily perceptible and it was more than obvious that he wanted to show off in front of either him or Umbra.

“Just don’t damage the ship,” Asterios reminded him, not knowing what was the nature of most of his magic. “Here they come. Selene, catch.”

She received the sword from Asterios and it instantly changed its size in her hand.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

“Better avoid using its ability. We don’t want to accidentally bring down the mast or pierce through the whole hull.”

Nodding, Selene dashed to the port side and cleaved a Finard in half while it was mid-air. Many more splashes followed and eight of the creatures jumped onto the deck at various spots. They quickly realized that the only opponents were in the center of the ship and rushed towards the group of adventurers.

Asterios connected to his blazing source and focused on creating a bridge between himself and his summons. Before Svertaniel could act, they had already formulated a plan on how to deal with the first wave of the enemies while communicating through the shared bond.

Leaving a quick peck on Ast’s cheek, Miria received the Haste sigil in return, placed on her slim belly. She giggled briefly from the pleasant sensation and turned around, unsheathing her shortswords. Lowering herself and leaning forward, she started enhancing her legs with Physical Strengthening.

With a shadowy trail, Umbra descended from the sky and stopped above their heads. He curled his wings into himself and the air around him started to shimmer with dark energy. A loud shriek was released the moment he spread them wide again, heard only by the enemies. All the monsters staggered, catching their shark heads.

The creak of a wooden board arrived by Svertaniel’s side, followed by a soft thump of air. The black-haired panthergirl was gone. A moment later, one of the Finards lost its head and Miria appeared behind him, crouching on a horizontal spiritual platform created by Selene.

In a few seconds, she lunged from one enemy to another, sending their heads flying with each unperceivable swing of her blades. Decapitated bodies kept falling onto the wooden deck until the very last monster lost its life.

Umbra stopped whatever he was doing and Miria appeared back in the group. She trotted towards Asterios with a wide smile and lowered her head to receive her reward for working hard. She soon started purring from Ast’s fingers pleasurably stroking her ears. 

“Good job,” Asterios praised her and noticed Svertaniel looking at them with raised eyebrows. “Next wave is yours. We can take turns.”

Selene chuckled while sweeping the bodies off the deck with her spiritual energy to clean it up a little. Soon after she finished, over ten Finards jumped out of the water this time. Most of them were armed. They must have gotten angry after seeing many of their brethren return dead.

Svertaniel immediately started casting and a purple fog spiraled around his body, gathering above the pages of the opened grimoire. He extended his hand towards the group of shark monsters running at them from the ship’s bow. A single bone javelin headed his way, but Selene parried it with ease, using her new weapon.

The Void Mage finished gathering his spell and a head-sized orb of swirling purple mist slowly levitated at the enemies. Acting on instinct, the group parted and split to the sides to avoid the unknown energy that was heading their way.

Unfortunately, as the ominous ball passed between them, they gradually slowed down their run, and everyone could notice how faint tongues of violet smoke connected to their bodies, clearly seeping out their life force as the Finards turned thinner and thinner. After the orb passed them completely, all of the monsters fell down, unable to move.

Asterios nodded at the interesting technique. It seemed very useful against living creatures. But, even if he had access to it before, it wouldn’t help much in their recent delve, considering the nature of that dungeon.

Nevertheless, while Svertaniel got rid of the Finards coming at them from the bow of the ship, the group from the stern was almost at their position now, and the demon still had his back directed to them. 

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A few of the incoming enemies jumped off the raised helm and came crashing down at the party while the other enemies used stairs on the sides. 

In the end, Ast’s party didn’t have to intervene as a loud thud reverberated through the air from Svertaniel abruptly closing the grimoire. A powerful wave of dark energy pushed every monster away. Three of the Finards ended up hitting the sinister seal on the door and were ripped into pieces by the monstrous tentacles. Everyone could tell that the big eye had a lot of fun dismembering the prey that had fallen into its hands.

Another spell was already in preparation when the sharks were being thrown away and Svertaniel raised the grimoire high above his head, causing it to open again. A glowing dark violet ring of various sigils appeared in the air, sparkling with sharp particles.

In the next moment, they started spinning in a circle. With moderately loud thunder, violent streaks of purple lightning shot out of its edges and struck the monsters repeatedly, turning their skin and scales more charred with each hit. Nothing but smoking corpses were left on the wooden deck in less than thirty seconds.

Just like earlier, Selene took care of the remains and swiped the floor clean, walking up to Asterios with a soft smile afterward. He smiled back at her waiting in front of him and pulled the charming fox lady into a brief kiss. It was only natural to reward both of his companions for their help.

Umbra perched on his shoulder. ~I detect around thirty to forty more presences underneath us. They don’t seem to possess that much intelligence.~

“Judging by their approach of sending small waves at us, I must agree. But, that’s for the better. We clearly have the advantage here so it would be unwise to try and bring the fight to them. The best we can do is to wait for them to act.”

“We should try to deal with this situation as quickly as possible, nevertheless,” Svertaniel commented. “It’s also unwise to leave the ship without the captain for too long. It might not seem like there is any trouble ahead, but the crew knows better what’s under the surface of the water ahead of us.”

Asterios nodded. “Right. That is true. Do you have any ideas? Ones that wouldn’t be too dangerous for the ship?”

“I’m afraid my Void Magic can be quite volatile and destructive. These were some of the weakest spells I could use. The hull could get damaged if I tried an area spell.”

As they were chatting, fifteen more Finards hopped onto the deck, not learning a single thing from their previous attempts. A few different ideas traveled between the minds of Ast’s party as the enemies started closing in on them. He merged a few into one and nodded to himself.

“Alright, let’s try that one.”

“Fufufu~ I won’t let you down, my Lord~ I hope you will reward me with a nice massage after we are done here~” Selene chuckled and pecked Ast’s cheek before stepping away.

“Whatever you wish for.” He smiled back at her and turned to the demon man. “Let’s keep them busy for a few minutes with the three of us. Preferably, without killing them too fast to not rouse the others.”

Svertaniel nodded, not really aware of the plan, but the instructions were clear and simple. Miria received a new sigil and her figure blurred into nonexistence, without any other effects accompanying it this time. Svertaniel could still notice her moving at a normal pace from the sound of her footsteps on the wooden deck, different from her previous lunges.

Asterios borrowed her heightened senses and intercepted a group of the enemies from the stern, engaging them in close combat while focusing on dodging and leaving precise cuts on the tendons and other muscles to reduce his opponents’ maneuverability.

The enemies coming at Svertaniel suddenly started tripping or turning around. He noticed shallow wounds on the monster’s knees or backs. The Finards were clearly as confused about them as he was. Noticing a cut appearing on the chest of one, he realized that it was Miria's doing while she somehow stayed invisible. 

Meanwhile, Selene sat down on the floor in a cross-legged position and kept gathering her mana after entering the third stage of her Awakening. She had her eyes closed and completely shut herself off from the surroundings, requiring the protection of others.

Thanks to Asterios acting as an intermediary, her mind was currently connected almost straight to Umbra’s and his energy was flowing into her too. The more they fused together, the more visible the black spirals that appeared over her three tails became.

Using just her own mana, Selene shaped up a giant bowl with tall walls above their heads. It was see-through as most of her spiritual creations, but had a tint of blue and purple mixed together, swirling around the insides of the structure in a mesmerizing way.

With the vessel ready, she put her hands together and a powerful aura shot out of Selene’s body. Visible streaks of purplish-blue spiritual energy surrounded her, causing her clothes and tails to flutter.

Everyone stopped to glance at the fox lady, even the enemies. Closely synchronized with Umbra, Selene could perceive every single entity in a two-hundred-meter radius much more accurately than with just her Spiritual Sense. She reached towards the closest one with her mind, watching the Finard get swallowed by darkness.

On the outside, the others saw a small explosion of ominous smoke above the bowl, and one of the humanoid sharks fell into the spiritual vase, hitting the bottom with a soft thump. One after another, more of them popped up in the air and suffered the same fate. An enemy which had previously been engaged with Svertaniel suddenly disappeared in a puff of black mist, reappearing in the obvious place.

Selene utilized her control over spiritual energy with Umbra’s unrivaled senses and dragged every single monster into the giant bowl, marking them with her mana and then pulling them through a Void Corridor created by the ancient shadow’s power. Their enemies didn’t have enough mental resistance or strength to fight the technique. In a matter of seconds, it was filled halfway with wriggling Finards, trying to climb out.

Miria showed up between Asterios and Svertaniel, surprising the latter one greatly. Asterios drew a few sigils and slapped two complete runes onto his left glove.

“Let’s not use the fire transformation in this case. The smell would be horrendous.”

“Roger that, Master. Here I go then.”

She lowered her stance and twisted her body as if she was preparing a strong wide slash. One of the glowing marks on Ast’s hand activated and Miria shaped her Mana Coating—now additionally enhanced with wind mana—into a very curved form. The edges of the extended blades ran around her body, making a full circle when she held them at the same height.

She pushed herself off the deck. Immediately after, she was gone in a puff of black mist too, snatched by Selene just like the Finards. Asterios and Svertaniel raised their gazes and saw her pop into existence above the trapped monsters.

The second sigil Asterios had prepared was activated and Miria crouched on a spiritual platform he created for her through Air Walk, retaining the momentum from her jump. She started to rotate around her own axis and her footing followed the motion, also beginning to spin faster and faster, increasing the speed of Miria’s turns exponentially.

In a second, she was a blur, creating her own wind current around herself. Asterios snapped his fingers and the platform pushed Miria down, towards the bundled-up monsters, before disappearing in the grey mass.

The spiraling panthergirl of death plunged into the bowl, hitting the first layer of Finards. She drilled through every single monster with no resistance until she reached the bottom of the container. A small fountain of blood and mutilated chunks of flesh shot into the air, staining the deck around it.

Asterios was prepared for this carnage and activated a previously slotted Runic Chip which created a thin barrier, sheltering him, Svertaniel, and Selene from the rain of scarlet liquid and the hail of ripped flesh.

The two men watched how the mass of Finards started spinning with Miria in the bottom center of a tornado of fish meat, created by her movements. With each passing second, more of the monsters were pulled into her relentless and merciless blades, sending out waves of blood and tissue outside of the bowl.

After nothing else was left behind other than flesh ground into a paste, Selene teleported Miria back onto the deck before she stopped spinning and the whole stinking mass had a chance to crash into her from all sides. As the panthergirl landed on the wooden floor and gradually slowed down, Selene dragged the filled-up vase and emptied the contents into the sea.

Miria finally stopped spinning and stumbled over her own legs, feeling extremely dizzy. Asterios immediately caught her bloodied body into his arms and pulled her into his chest. She kept giggling uncontrollably for a good minute as the world was still an unstable mess for her. 

The seal Svertaniel had placed on the doors was recalled and they slowly opened. Moreso was at the front of the crowd gathered behind the wooden gate. Everyone’s eyes turned as wide as possible after seeing the havoc spanning over their whole ship. 

“Bloody hell…”

Asterios chuckled. “Looks like it.”

 

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