The third island rose before them like a fortress of black coral and jagged cliffs. Waves slammed against its base, spraying mist high into the air as the group approached across the stone bridge. The air was thick with mana—dense, salty, and pulsing faintly, as if the island itself were breathing.
And waiting for them there… was an army. Hundreds of sahuagins, armored in coral plating and clutching tridents that shimmered with mana, stood arrayed along the shore. Their ranks stretched across the beach, a wall of blue-gray scales and flickering bioluminescence. Their gills hissed, their claws clicked in eerie unison, and the tide itself seemed to rise with them.
Ludger exhaled through his nose. “Of course. More of them.”
He rolled his shoulders, the fatigue in his limbs gnawing at him. He’d been shaping stone for hours, his mind still fogged from the last barrage, and the last thing he wanted was another mass brawl with fishmen. But the others? They looked thrilled.
Before Ludger could even open his mouth, Arslan cracked his neck and grinned like a man seeing an old friend. “Perfect timing,” he said, drawing his sword in one smooth motion. “Let’s see how far they run this time!”
“Finally some real exercise!” Kharnek roared, his massive axe already glowing with mana as he broke into a run. The ground shook under his boots as he barreled toward the front line.
Viola’s Overdrive flared to life a heartbeat later, her cloak whipping behind her as she dashed after them, eyes sharp and burning with excitement. Freyra wasn’t far behind, yelling a northern war cry as she vaulted a coral ridge to join the charge.
Even Lucius drew his saber, flames flickering to life along its blade as he ran beside Rathen. “No hesitation!” he shouted over the rising roar of the battle. “Break their formation before they regroup!”
Ludger just stared after them for a moment.
“...They didn’t even wait for the plan,” he muttered.
Behind him, a pair of familiar voices spoke almost in sync.
“Guess that’s our cue.”
Harold clapped him on the shoulder with a grin. “Don’t overthink it, Vice Guildmaster.”
Selene followed, dashing forward with that mischievous smirk she always wore before a fight. “Come on, Luds. It’s showtime.”
Ludger sighed once, deep, resigned, and then his lips curved into a faint, tired grin. “Fine. Let’s make it quick.”
He stepped forward, as he joined the charge.
The air filled with the clash of steel and the roar of Overdrive bursts, firelight and mana flaring against the backdrop of crashing waves. The Lionsguard, Ironhand Syndicate, and their allies hit the sahuagin army like a storm of fire and stone—each strike shaking the very ground of the labyrinth’s island. And as the sky darkened above them, the real battle began.
The third island became a storm of steel, mana, and blood. The instant the first Lionsguard boots hit the black sand, the sahuagins surged forward, hundreds of them, shrieking in guttural unison as they rushed to meet the charge.
The frontlines collided like hammer and anvil. Arslan was the first to strike. His blade flashed in a clean, precise arc, cutting through three sahuagins before they could raise their tridents. Overdrive flared around him, golden sparks bursting with every swing, as he pivoted, parried, and drove his sword through a coral-clad warrior’s chest.
“Keep the line tight!” he barked, even as he kicked a corpse aside and cleaved into another.
To his left, Kharnek crashed into the enemy ranks like a landslide. His massive axe came down in a two-handed swing that split the sand, cleaving both monster and terrain in half. Sea spray and blood mixed around him as he roared, raw, guttural power, his northern war cry echoing across the shore.
“FOR THE NORTH AND THE GUILD!”
His momentum shattered the first sahuagin formation, giving Viola room to dart in behind him.
She was a blur of motion, Overdrive aura igniting in a fierce brown blaze. She spun, blade flashing, cutting through two enemies in one motion and using the momentum to vault off another’s trident. When one tried to flank her, Freyra intercepted, her short axes cutting into the creature’s jaw with a crunch that sent it flying.
“Nice save!” Viola called out, landing lightly beside her.
Freyra grinned, blood on her weapons dripping. “Don’t slow down!”
Behind them, Lucius and Rathen fought in perfect sync—the noble’s flame-saber carving through scales while Rathen’s broad strikes kept the sahuagins from surrounding them. Lucius’s blade burned bright, every swing leaving trails of embers that set the wet sand alight.
When a cluster of sahuagins tried to regroup near a coral outcrop, Lucius snapped his wrist and unleashed a burst of mana, Flame Arc. The explosion engulfed them in a wave of fire and steam, the shockwave flattening nearby foes.
“Forward!” he shouted, his voice steady even amidst the chaos. “Push them toward the ridge!”
Ironhand mages covered their advance, hurling bursts of compressed air and fire to scatter the enemy’s rear lines.
Selene danced through that chaos like it was choreographed, fluid, sharp, lethal. Every spin followed by kicks and punches left a trail of blood, every dodge flowed into another strike. “Don’t fall behind, Harold!” she called over her shoulder.
“Not planning to!” Harold replied, crushing a sahuagin’s skull with his own axe, before sweeping the leg of another.
Aleia was behind the lines watching the fight with her focused gaze, watching for Cor as he recovered his mana and then she would unleash her arrows when the monsters looked at them.
And through it all, Ludger moved behind the main line. watching, tracking, adapting.
His hands glowed faintly with mana as he let his Seismic Sense spread across the battlefield. He could feel every impact, the shift of feet, the vibrations of strikes, the heartbeat-like rhythm of the fight. More importantly, he could feel where someone faltered.
He caught it instantly, a Ironhand member stumbling, trident wound in his shoulder.
Ludger raised his hand, and a pulse of greenish-brown light flared from his palm.The energy hit like a warm gust, closing the wound and restoring the man’s footing. “Get back in formation,” Ludger said without looking, already scanning for the next weak point.
Another pulse, this one to stabilize a mage who’d drained too much mana. Then a quick burst of Earthen Ward, raising a short wall to block a volley of water bullets aimed for the flank.
His mana reserves were still low, every cast digging into his recovery, but it didn’t matter. Every life he kept standing bought them seconds, seconds that kept the line from breaking.
A sahuagin slipped through the chaos, trident raised high, aiming straight for Viola’s back.
Ludger didn’t think. His hand snapped forward, summoning a stone spike from the sand. It shot upward with a deafening crack, impaling the creature mid-leap.
Viola turned, blinking. “That yours?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ludger said. “Just keep moving.”
The battle stretched on, grinding, brutal, but coordinated. Every time a sahuagin line surged forward, Kharnek or Arslan smashed it apart. Every time the flanks wavered, Viola and Freyra sealed the gap. Every time someone faltered, Ludger’s magic filled the void, patching wounds, raising barriers, reshaping terrain.
By the time the sun began to dip low, the sand was slick with seawater and blood. The last sahuagin commander fell with a bellow, cleaved down by Arslan and Rathen in unison.
Silence followed, broken only by the crash of the waves and the faint hum of mana fading from weapons.
Ludger exhaled, his pulse still thrumming with the echo of his spells. “Is that… all of them?”
Kharnek planted his axe in the sand, grinning. “If not, they’ll wish they stayed underwater.”
Viola expression fierce but bright. “Not bad for a warm-up.”
Ludger just smirked faintly, wiping sea mist from his face. “Then let’s hope the labyrinth’s tougher. Otherwise, I’m going to start getting bored.”
The battle was done, but the air still carried the smell of salt, ash, and blood. Ludger knelt in the sand, he really hoped that the old man Torvares would find some reliable members to teach them healing magic, because this was a lot of work for a single person. His hands glowing with Healing Touch as he tended the wounded.
The young man’s arm was sliced open from wrist to elbow, deep but clean, and Ludger’s calm, practiced mana flow sealed it shut within seconds. The soldier blinked, dazed, murmured thanks, and stumbled off to rejoin the regrouping units.
For a moment, the vice guildmaster simply stayed there, breathing in the damp, heavy air. His mana reserves were rebuilding slowly, sluggishly, the familiar weight of exhaustion pressing behind his eyes.
He lifted his head and looked out to sea. The horizon was empty.
No sails. No smoke. No sign of Gaius or the warships that had been battling the beast.
The ocean stretched endlessly, pale gray under the setting sun, broken only by the jagged silhouettes of distant reefs. It was quiet, too quiet.
Lucius approached, wiping a streak of blood from his cheek, his saber dimming as the flames along its blade faded. “You won’t see them from here,” he said, his tone calm but tired. “If they’re still afloat, they’ve probably moved farther out.”
Ludger turned toward him, brow furrowed. “Moved out? Why?”
“Because staying near this archipelago would be suicide,” Lucius replied, scanning the horizon as well. “That creature… whatever it was… it attacked without warning. If the fleet stayed close, it would only strike again. The best course is to regroup beyond range, repair, recover, and wait until we secure this place.”
He paused, voice dropping slightly. “Gaius knows that. He’s too experienced to do anything reckless.”
Ludger frowned. “You think he got the survivors out?”
Lucius nodded. “If anyone could pull them from the wreckage, it’s him. He’s probably leading them to the other ships by now.”
The reassurance made sense, but Ludger’s gaze lingered on the empty horizon. He wanted to believe it, needed to, but the silence of the sea felt wrong.
Still, he forced a small exhale, nodding once. “Yeah. He’ll make it.”
He rose to his feet, brushing sand from his gloves, and turned toward Rathen, who was standing nearby overseeing the Ironhand troops as they secured the perimeter. The veteran guild master had blood splattered across his armor, but his movements were steady.
“Rathen,” Ludger called out. “You ever see anything like that beast when you came here before?”
Rathen glanced over, his expression flat but thoughtful. “No. Not like that. We’ve seen sahuagin nests big enough to drag small ships down, but nothing that could break a warship in half in a few hits” He shook his head slowly. “That thing wasn’t a monster, it was a force of nature.”
Lucius crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. “If it’s truly tied to the labyrinth’s mana, it might be guarding it.”
Ludger looked out to sea again, watching the last traces of light fade into the horizon. The ocean looked calm now, almost deceptively peaceful.
He muttered under his breath, “Then let’s hope it stays where it belongs.”
Even with the sahuagin corpses still floating in the shallows, Ludger’s mind was already on the labyrinth. He could feel it, the mana pulse, rhythmic and alive, leaking through the cliffs like a faint drumbeat under the ground. Every instinct told him to move, to see what waited in that heart of stone.
But goals came first. Lucius called him over to the ridge overlooking the shore, the young noble’s expression still strained from the battle. “We can’t go in yet,” he said. “Not until we’ve stabilized the area. If the beasts from the sea circles back, we’ll need defenses, and places for the injured to rest.”
Ludger exhaled through his nose, nodding reluctantly. “Understood.”
And so, instead of marching toward the unknown, he set his focus on the practical. With a few quick gestures, he sank his hands into the black sand and shaped it into solid stone walls. Fortifications rose one after another, curved barriers along the shore, reinforced by coral and earth attuned anchors. The Lionsguard and Ironhand troops worked beside him, hauling supplies and setting up rough shelters for the wounded. Within hours, the landing zone began to look less like a battlefield and more like a temporary fortress.
Meanwhile, the Lionsguard’s vanguard, led by Arslan, approached the base of the labyrinth itself, a gaping fissure in the rock that exhaled a cold, blue mist. The opening was huge, framed by glowing veins of coral that pulsed like arteries. Every few seconds, the faint sound of rushing water echoed from within, like the labyrinth itself was breathing.
Rathen went with them, tightening his gauntlets as he gave quick orders to his men. “Form scouting lines around the perimeter. No one goes closer than ten paces.”
Lucius stood nearby, watching them go. “Remember, observe, don’t enter,” he said firmly, his voice carrying over the wind. “We don’t know how stable that structure is after such a battle. The last thing we need is anyone getting trapped inside.”
Ludger, halfway through shaping another section of stone wall, looked over his shoulder, an amused glint in his tired eyes.
“Lucius,” he said dryly, “you realize telling them that is like asking a starving lion not to eat the prey standing right in front of it.”
Lucius sighed, rubbing his temple. “Unfortunately, you’re probably right.”
From across the field, Arslan’s familiar bark of laughter echoed back, followed by Viola’s defiant voice, something about “just taking a peek.”
Ludger smirked, shaking his head as he reinforced another barrier. “Yep. Starving lions.”
The pulse of the labyrinth continued beneath their feet—slow, steady, waiting.
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