Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) Jez Cajiao (top ten books of all time TXT) 📖

in frustration before seeming to go practically insane as she pushed herself past her normal physical limits.

She drew in a deep breath as I concentrated on my spell, densely layering the mana into it as I went, and she called out, her voice reverberating in a way I’d never heard.

The entire room seemed to pause as Lydia’s voice rang out, filled with a choral note, before a response seemed to come back, carried from some unimaginable distance.

The single cry she’d roared out was suddenly echoing around the chamber, and it was suddenly filled with an entire choir of determination.

I glanced at her, seeing her face, as it was suffused with joy and resolve, and as the cry went on, she started to glow.

She began with a deep red, one that seemed to shine from her eyes and the joints of her armor. It slowly grew brighter and brighter, until she was glowing a steady golden yellow. That yellow then began to lighten to blue, and wings of white flame grew from her back as her cry broke off.

“My life before his!” she roared, and the very air seemed to shake before she was off. She moved almost too fast to see, her mace blurring and crunching, smashing down weapons, upraised claws, and skulls. She spun around me like a whirlwind of glowing retribution, every strike dealing destruction.

Bodies shattered from her blows like they’d been hit with a shotgun at close range. Bones, armor, all of it practically detonated as she raced in a circle around me, driving them back.

Yen collapsed to her knees as she fully depleted her manapool with a second barrage of her Flamespears. Firebolts were flashing out of the shadowy areas of the room, along with occasional arrows and daggers that sliced skulls free, as Bane and Tang continued to pick off the outliers.

Miren’s Flame Atronarch flashed into play, slamming into the Lich’s shield just before the spears could, detonating itself and weakening the shield enough that the third and final spear of this barrage managed to break through, ripping the Lich’s left arm free in a flaming explosion, as I continued to plough as much mana into the spell as I could, making an already unstable mess worse by going too fast.

Grizz cried out in pain as a pair of the small figures latched onto the backs of his knees, wrapping their tentacles around his legs and locking them straight just as a Shir slammed into him, sending him flying.

Jian flowed forward, seeming almost to dance as he stepped from form to form, his blades glowing an icy-blue as he used an Ability called ‘Icewind’s Fury.’ Each time the swords landed, their target slowed slightly, until the two Shir that he kited around Grizz were stumbling and staggering, barely able to walk, and he took their heads.

Stephanos’ Earth Golem was stomping about, smashing its fists into the undead that came too close to its master, shattering bones and ignoring their attempts to destroy it, taking only small injuries, but it was damage that climbed steadily.

Arrin alternated between healing the group and sending wave after wave of ‘Magic Missiles’ at the Lich, but I could see his mana was dropping fast, and I gritted my teeth, going on.

Lydia was audibly huffing as she spun past me, and I saw her symbol in my vision flickering, as though she was taking serious wounds.

I grunted and sliced the feed to the spell, gripping it tightly as it shook like a greyhound seeing a rabbit, before I finally released it.

I was hurled backwards by the spell’s departure, and it cut the air, covering the distance to the Lich with a shrill whine of displaced air.

The Lich hunched down, fear plain on its face as it frantically tried to recover its strength, draining a bone amalgamation of life.

It straightened as the spell hurtled past it, glaring at me through blackened skin as it opened its mouth to laugh at my poor aim.

At that point, the spell hit the target, though, slamming into a stanchion that held a section of the ceiling in place.

It’d been sagging already, but when the overcharged ‘Explosive Compression’ slammed into it and detonated, the effect practically vaporized a section of the roof.

The floor above it was already sagging in that section, a result of ancient damage sustained in the crash, and the roof creaked, groaned, and started to collapse.

The Lich, whose spell shield had held off most of the damage so far, and probably could have continued to hold out for a short while longer, certainly long enough for the undead to finish my party off, clearly understood its minimal chances of holding off a sliding, multi-ton mass of steel and debris and panicked, sprinting for the nearest bone giant. It reached the enormous minion with less than a second to spare as the blocks raining down hit the corpse it was hiding below. The giant amalgamation of corpses hunched down around their master protectively, and every undead in the area spun, racing to do the same, leaving us.

Chapter Twenty-Five

I turned just in time to see Lydia fall. She collapsed face-first, seeming to run out of steam mid-swing as she dropped from striking a fleeing skeleton to unconscious and falling limp, her body sliding to a halt in the debris and piled bones of the floor, with only eight HP remaining.

I had enough, barely, for a single heal. I pulled out the low-grade mana potion that I had left and downed it, knowing it was barely better than water, but it’d help me regenerate slightly faster, at least. I slammed the spell into her as I went, kneeling down by her side and pulling her helm free, staring fearfully into her bloodshot and blank eyes. The Battlefield Triage spell gave me as much information as I needed, even as it worked to repair the massive trauma done to her body by whatever she’d just done to herself.

The information the spell provided to me told me what