St Chaos Healer

Ch 81 - Lux Vs Damien

In the desolate cave, the magic circle hummed with energy, its glow steady as it gathered power. Damien had managed to repair the circle just in time before confronting Lux, but the situation inside was growing dire.

Benjamin's condition had deteriorated rapidly. After being stabbed with the cursed knife, a malevolent spirit had begun to overtake his body. This dark force was transforming him into a brain-dead zombie—an undead. But Benjamin was no ordinary host. Already possessed by a divine-class spirit, a fierce tug-of-war was raging within him.

The cursed dagger, lodged dangerously close to Benjamin's mana core, gave the malevolent spirit the upper hand in its battle against the divine spirit. The struggle left Benjamin in unimaginable agony, his body caught between two warring forces.

As the malevolent spirit gained ground, Benjamin's once-woody body began to shed its hard, bark-like skin, revealing only torn, bruised flesh underneath. Blood oozed from every wound, pooling on the floor as the wooden shell that once protected him fell away.

His entire form was painted red, drenched in his own blood as the spirits tormented him from within. His strength was fading, and his breathing had become ragged and shallow. Each breath seemed like a desperate struggle, his odds of survival looking increasingly grim.

Meanwhile, outside the cave, the landscape had been devastated. A massive crater scarred the earth, its edges jagged and smoldering. Wildfires raged uncontrollably across the forest, the flames spreading rapidly as they devoured everything in their path. The inferno had been ignited by the explosive projectile that had struck Vex, and now it threatened to consume the entire area.

The once lush forest was now a hellish scene of destruction, thick smoke rising into the sky as trees were reduced to ash. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning wood and scorched earth

Vex was nowhere to be seen, his fate seemingly sealed.

But a few miles away, another fierce battle was unfolding.

A severed arm lay on the ground, twitching in the dirt. Moments later, a ray of brilliant light struck it, exploding the limb into nothing but a cloud of ash that dissipated into the wind. The landscape bore the scars of an intense struggle—craters pocked the earth, trees were splintered and burned, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and blood.

Damien stood before Lux, his body battered and bruised, breathing heavily as he struggled to remain upright. His vampiric regeneration was at work, but the toll of the battle had slowed its effects. Blood trickled from multiple wounds, his once-imposing figure now reduced to a shadow of its former self. His right arm was gone, severed at the shoulder, the wound still fresh and raw. Despite the damage, Damien's eyes burned with a fierce determination, refusing to back down.

Lux hovered in mid-air, his iconic light spear glowing ominously in his hand, the weapon casting an ethereal glow that seemed to radiate pure power. His expression was one of disdain, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Damien, who was clearly struggling to stay on his feet.

"For all your big talk, you're pathetic," Lux sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Damien, still catching his breath, managed a weak smile, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Well, if you want a fair fight, why not drop that glowing weapon and fight like real men—with our fists."

Lux scoffed, his lip curling in disdain. "Do you take me for a fool? You'd have the advantage with brute strength alone. That's why I've kept my distance and been whittling you down," he replied coldly, the light spear in his hand shifting slightly as he prepared for the next strike.