St Chaos Healer

Ch 82 - Flickering Light

Lux had ascended to his demigod form, standing amidst the crater like a being beyond mortal comprehension. Five colossal light swords hovered above him, each towering like a radiant pillar of divine power. They revolved above Lux slowly, casting an ethereal glow across the battlefield, while Lux's bruised, armorless body radiated with energy. On his forehead, an ethereal third eye of light glowed intensely, and his golden hair flew in the air.

He extended his hand forward with a cold and merciless gaze. One of the massive swords responded, as the blade descended toward Damien, who lay impaled and helpless by multiple spears of light. His energy completely drained, and Damien's body was pinned like a lifeless doll. His bloodshot eyes stared up at Lux, the resignation of his fate clear in his gaze.

"Your kind should have been extinct long ago. Now die, heathen," Lux muttered with disdain.

The blade moved closer to strike Damien with one final blow. But before the blade could strike, a metallic sphere, the size of a large cannonball, hurtled down from the sky, aimed directly at Lux with terrifying speed.

Lux's expression twisted in irritation as he turned his head. With a flick of his wrist, he redirected the sword intended for Damien toward the incoming projectile. In one swift motion, the blade sliced upward, cutting the metal ball cleanly in half. The two pieces fell to the ground with a resounding clang.

"I guess that fool of a friend still draws breath. No matter. I'll—"

Before Lux could finish, the two halves of the metal ball hovered ominously in the air. Thick, black smoke began pouring out, spreading rapidly and enveloping the battlefield in a suffocating fog. For the first time, the brilliance of Lux's light seemed dimmed by the oppressive blackness.

"Another smokescreen, seriously? Show me something new," Lux scoffed, unimpressed by the spectacle.

But this fog was different. Lux's confidence wavered as a mysterious force within the fog began to pull at his swords. The colossal blades of light, floating above him, were gradually being drawn towards the center of the swirling darkness. Lux widened his eyes, his irritation turning to frustration as he struggled to maintain control over his celestial weapons. Suddenly, the black mass transformed into a vortex, pulling everything inwards with Lux at the center.

"What... spell is this?" Lux muttered through gritted teeth, watching helplessly as he and his swords were pulled deeper into the black fog.

Desperately, Lux slashed at the smoke with one of his remaining light swords, but to his shock, his attacks were futile. The smoke did not react to the strikes, and his light swords were useless against the smoke. One by one, the radiant light of his celestial swords flickered and vanished, swallowed by the vortex.

Damien, still pinned by the light spears, could feel the vortex pulling at him too. His body, weakened and bloodied, began to inch toward the swirling mass. Just as he was about to be consumed, a chain snapped around his waist, yanking him back and anchoring him firmly to the ground.

The black smoke continued to swirl violently, contracting and shrinking as it dragged Lux and his remaining light swords into its dark core. Lux, now visibly struggling, unleashed a final burst of energy in a desperate attempt to resist. But it was futile. The vortex had become too strong, even for his demigod form.

With a frustrated roar, Lux was sucked into the tightening mass of darkness, his body and remaining swords compressed into a tight, swirling sphere. The two severed halves of the metal ball floated back together, snapping shut with a thunderous clang. The black fog dissipated, and the metal ball fell to the ground with a heavy thud, trapping Lux within its impenetrable shell.