Demonic Pornstar System
Chapter Summary
Chinedu’s fighters scrambled up the rock face in clusters of two and three, bleeding hands grabbing at stone that crumbled under their weight, boots slipping on slick mineral deposits while Slashers snapped at their legs from below. A fighter who’d fallen from Nyx’s second boulder lay crumpled against a slab of dark stone, trying to drag himself toward the wall with one working arm. Her good hand clawed at the mineral plate pressing into her chest, fingers scraping grooves into the stone, and he...
Chapter 685: Fury The climb was three hundred meters of vertical hell.
Chinedu’s fighters scrambled up the rock face in clusters of two and three, bleeding hands grabbing at stone that crumbled under their weight, boots slipping on slick mineral deposits while Slashers snapped at their legs from below.
The ones who’d made it highest were sixty meters up and already exhausted, arms shaking, armor dragging them down, every handhold a negotiation between gravity and the desperate need to not be in the basin anymore.
The basin had become a pit.
The Colossus had stopped chasing Chinedu’s squad.
The massive creature had turned its attention to easier prey, and easier prey was everywhere.
A fighter who’d fallen from Nyx’s second boulder lay crumpled against a slab of dark stone, trying to drag himself toward the wall with one working arm.
The Colossus found him and he was trampled to death.
Stacy was thirty meters up when her arm gave out.
Luna’s chain arc had seized the muscles in her sword hand and forearm into a rigid claw, and the damage hadn’t faded.
She’d been climbing one-handed, Trisha pulling her from above, teeth gritted against the dead weight of her own limb.
Every meter was agony.
Every reach with her good hand meant trusting her boots on stone that shifted and broke.
She slipped.
Her good hand caught a ledge and held, but the jolt sent white fire through her damaged arm, and the scream that tore out of her was raw and involuntary.
She dangled only five meters above the basin floor, one hand on crumbling rock, legs kicking for purchase that wasn’t there.
"Ash!
" Her voice cracked across the basin.
"Ash, help me!
" Ash heard her.
He was forty meters to her left and higher up, ribs grinding with every movement, blood still wet on his chin, hauling himself upward through pure S-tier stubbornness.
His head snapped toward the sound of her voice and his eyes found her immediately, small and dangling against the vast dark wall, feet scrambling against nothing.
Below her, the Colossus turned.
Six eyes locked onto the screaming, kicking figure on the rock face with the slow, predatory focus of a creature that had spent all of its years as the thing everything else ran from.
Its massive body shifted, mineral plates grinding against each other like tectonic shelves, and it moved toward the wall where Stacy hung.
"Stacy, climb!
" Ash roared.
She couldn’t.
Her sword arm was dead weight and her good hand was losing its grip, fingers white against the stone, the ledge crumbling centimeter by centimeter under her.
Trisha reached down from above, stretching, their fingertips six inches apart.
Five.
Four.
The Colossus raised one leg.
The limb was the size of a freight car, mineral-plated, dense enough that its shadow carried weight on its own.
It hung above the base of the wall for a moment that lasted exactly long enough for Ash to understand what was about to happen and know, with the absolute certainty of distance and physics, that he could not get there in time.
"No!
" The leg came down.
It hit the wall where Stacy hung like a freight train hitting a mannequin.
The rock face caved inward and Stacy’s body went with it, crushed between the mineral plate and the stone in a compression that no enchantment, no armor could survive.
Her ribcage folded.
The sound was wet and structural at the same time, bone and metal and stone compacting into a space that couldn’t hold all three.
The Colossus ground its leg sideways.
Stacy was still alive for that part.
The scream that came out of her was thin and high and wrong, the sound of lungs that had been flattened to half their depth trying to push air through a throat that was barely connected to them anymore.
Her good hand clawed at the mineral plate pressing into her chest, fingers scraping grooves into the stone, and her legs kicked twice against nothing before the creature shifted its weight forward and the wall behind her gave way entirely.
Trisha and Brittany screamed.
When the Colossus pulled its leg back, what slid down the rock face and hit the basin floor didn’t fall the way a body falls.
It fell the way a bag of wet gravel falls, heavy and shapeless, leaving a smear of red and pulverized armor down fifteen meters of dark stone.
Ash stopped climbing.
His fingers were still locked on the rock, his body pressed to the wall, but the fight behind his eyes had gone out.
For three full seconds he hung there motionless, staring at the place where a woman who’d fought beside him since their first training drill was now a stain on dark stone.
Brittany’s voice reached him from somewhere below, broken and sobbing and calling Stacy’s name, but Ash wasn’t listening to Brittany.
He wasn’t listening to Chinedu shouting orders or the Slashers shrieking or the distant hum of another volley charging on the ridge above.
He looked up.
Hundreds of meters above him, Kaiden Grey stood on the ridge with his arms folded, watching the basin with absolute detachment.
The rage that hit Ash was structural.
It was load-bearing.
It reached into the place where his ribs were broken and his lungs were filling with blood and his body was telling him to stop, and it told all of those things to shut up.
"KAIDEN GREY!
" His voice tore across the basin and up the cliff face, raw enough to almost shatter stone.
The S-tier core in his chest ignited.
Ash’s body erupted with energy.
His blade blazed white-gold as every reserve he didn’t even know he had left was poured into it.
The rock beneath his boots cratered and he launched off the wall, rocketing upward in a straight vertical line with his sword drawn back and murder in every fiber of his body.
The distance between him and Kaiden Grey closed fast, the first hundred meters gone in under two seconds.
"I’LL KILL YOU!
" A promise made by a man who’d stopped caring about consequences, about the competition, about everything except putting his blade through the chest of the person responsible for what was left of Stacy on the basin floor.
Two hundred meters.
One fifty.
Kaiden didn’t move.