SSS Rank: Spellcraft Sovereign-Chapter 62: Break (3)

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Chapter 62: Break (3)

Lucen stepped sideways. His boots skidded on broken asphalt. Smoke curled around his ankles from the blast radius.

Mana ticked.

’Two seconds. Maybe three if I stall.’

The first of the new monsters had bulked shoulders and stone-gray plating. Its feet cracked the pavement just walking.

The other one, taller, leaner, with ribs like vertical knives, moved low and fast, weaving through the smoke like it’d been trained.

Lucen kept his left hand low, angled toward the road. Right hand up, two fingers pointed forward.

He whispered, "Ignition Burst."

[Ignition Burst]

Mana: [4 / 112]

The firebolt launched fast, it was fast enough to leave a scorch line in the air. It slammed into the ground just ahead of the second creature. Missed the core.

Didn’t matter.

The explosion triggered under its feet.

It stumbled. One leg bent wrong. Bones cracked.

Lucen exhaled once. Fast. Pivoted and ran two steps forward.

[Mana: 6 / 112]

He jumped off the front edge of a car hood and twisted midair.

[Shockweave Bolt]

The spell cracked into the larger creature’s shoulder before it could raise its guard.

Electrical feedback laced across its back. Its weapon, something curved and jagged fell from its hand.

[Mana: 0 / 112]

Lucen landed. Knees bent. Coat fluttering with the residual discharge.

’Zero mana. Cool. Normal. Casual.’

He backstepped hard enough to give himself five meters of distance. Just enough time.

The tall one recovered first. Still limping. But fast.

Lucen drew in a breath. Tapped his wrist once. His system flicked back online.

’Big one’s slower. Right one’s trying to flank. I need a neutralizer.’

He pointed down.

[Frost Spire]

The spike launched up just as the thin one lunged again. It pierced the left arm and locked the limb in place.

It shrieked. High, broken. Sound like dry glass cracking.

Lucen pivoted off the edge of the car hood again.

One hand drew a wide arc in the air.

[Soundlash]

[Mana: 0.2 / 112]

The pulse flared louder this time. The frost-enchained creature shuddered backward, twisted in the air, and slammed into a light post.

It didn’t get back up.

Lucen breathed.

Quick. Tight. Managed.

The bigger one roared.

Actually roared.

Sound like iron scraping a gravel pit. Loud enough that the sidewalk buckled from the pressure.

Lucen tilted his head.

’Alright, fine. You get the real one.’

He stepped sideways and drew the glyph for [Crater Bloom].

No fast flicks this time. No casual tags.

He etched the symbol midair with both hands, circle, split arc, core bend.

The mana surged.

[8.5 / 112]

[Crater Bloom]

The impact didn’t rise like a spike. It burst under the creature’s feet like a mine.

Stone split. Air ruptured. The monster launched upward before slamming down again, dust clouds kicking ten feet wide.

Lucen took a step forward.

’Still not enough. Damn. You’re chunky.’

The thing wasn’t dead. Barely conscious, maybe. But not gone.

Lucen flexed both hands once. Fingers cracked.

[7.1 mana]

’Okay. I’ve got one more shot. And if this fails—’

Something hit the pavement behind him.

Boots.

Fast.

He turned.

Senna. Sword drawn. Face tight, mouth pulled into a line that said, "You’re insane and we’re late."

She said, "Why do I always find you next to a crater?"

Lucen pointed. "Not my fault. He walked into it."

Mira dropped in behind her. Bow half-drawn. "He’s using Cataclysm-level spells again, isn’t he?"

Lucen raised an eyebrow. "You say that like it’s a problem."

Callen huffed up last, shield half-raised, bruises already showing. "We saw the rupture on scan. Figured we’d check who was being stupid. Should’ve known."

Lucen didn’t flinch. "It was optional. Technically."

Senna turned toward the beast crawling up from the blast site. "Still moving?"

Lucen smiled faintly. "Wanna tag in?"

She raised her sword.

Mira notched an arrow.

Callen slammed his shield down and braced.

Lucen cracked his neck.

’Now it’s a party.’

The creature in the crater stirred.

Not rising.

Just twitching, spasms like broken wires under muscle. Its arm twitched toward the ledge. Grip curling over loose stone.

Senna raised her blade.

Lucen watched the twitch.

Then pointed behind her.

"Don’t bother."

Something else was coming through the smoke.

Big.

The kind of big that didn’t walk on streets so much as flatten them. Heavy claws. Wide gait.

Broad frame, low to the ground with armor like rusted steel and a head shaped wrong for anything natural.

It stepped out, dragging something with it.

Callen braced harder. "You seeing this?"

Lucen nodded once. "Yeah."

The thing dropped its trophy, half a car, maybe. Hard to tell with that much blood on it.

Mira said nothing. Just pulled the arrow a little tighter. Jaw locked. Shoulders tense.

Lucen blinked. ’That’s not common monster. That’s a mid-boss if this was a stable gate.’

A new sound came from behind them. Two boots hit pavement. Not Senna’s this time.

A girl landed, slim build, braided sidecut, gloves with mana weaves stitched into the knuckles. Her boots skidded slightly on the dust.

She turned toward them. "You’re not dead yet?"

Senna didn’t look back. "About to be."

Another one followed. Taller. Staff user. Robes cinched tight with military trim. Pale, reflective eyes.

Lucen’s eyes narrowed. ’Private sector. Guild-tagged. But not flashy.’

The girl cracked her knuckles. "I heard this Lucen guy was reckless. Didn’t expect demolition-level stupid."

Lucen didn’t blink. "And yet here you are." freēwēbnovel.com

"Begrudgingly."

The staff-user stepped forward. "Talia. Mid-tier support. Healer node, temp contract. You?"

Lucen said, "Tracer class."

Mira almost snorted.

Callen groaned, "He’s lying. Way better than a tracer."

Lucen raised both hands. "Technically true."

The beast in front let out a sound. Not a roar. Just pressure. Like it hated being watched.

Talia raised her staff. A faint ripple shimmered in the air ahead of them. Barrier glyph. Subtle.

Another roar echoed farther down the street.

Senna turned her head a fraction. "There’s more."

The girl next to Talia grimaced. "Then we’re burning this early."

She raised one hand. Drew three lines midair, fast. Fast enough Lucen caught only one anchor glyph.

She whispered, "Tremor Coil."

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