The battlefield was a graveyard of carnage, littered with corpses of slain Taratects and serpents alike. A thick, acrid stench of blood and death clung to the air. Shwet stood amidst it all, his breath ragged but his mind sharp. His newfound strength surged through his veins, yet the odds were bleak.
The three-man, two-spider cell had been an unexpected alliance, but it was effective. The Assassin Taratect and Weaver Taratect worked in tandem with him, their teamwork growing more refined with each passing second. They had taken down another Great Serpent, their strategy consistent—precision, speed, and disruption.
The serpent were not sitting around either. They had wiped the floor clean of all the assassins, weavers and great taratects, except the ones part of 'Spider Man' Team.
One of the Titan Taratects had also fallen.
Shwet watched as three Great Serpents had overwhelmed the Titan, coiling around its massive body, crushing its exoskeleton with bone-snapping force. The Titan's fierce regeneration was no match for their coordinated assault. It had shrieked, panicked—an unfamiliar sound from such a mighty creature. But the final blow had been swift: one serpent had ripped off its head in a single monstrous bite.
That single moment shifted the battlefield.
The remaining three Titan Taratects roared in rage, their screeches shaking the air. Their fury fueled them, their attacks becoming more brutal, more terrifying. They tore Great Serpents apart in a horrifying spectacle, flesh ripped from bones, with remains left unrecognizable. But even that didn't tilt the odds in their favor.
Now, only three Titan Taratects remained, injured and furious.
Only two taratects that fought beside Shwet—the assassin and the weaver were alive of their kind.
Other than that, it was the non fighting force, eggs, lesser taratect, base taratect which were hiding at the back of the cave, witnessing the slaughter of their own kin.
The enemy still had eight Great Serpents, their scales gleaming under the dim battlefield light, their forked tongues flickering with hunger.
The numbers weren't just bad. They were a death sentence.
A tense pause stretched across the battlefield. Neither side moved. Both groups analyzed their dwindling numbers, recalculating their chances.
Shwet's Stats
Shwet took the moment of stillness to glance at his own stat window. His level had skyrocketed. 36. His raw strength had increased drastically. He flexed his fingers, feeling the sheer power coursing through them. The agility boost was noticeable too—he could finally track the Assassin Taratect's movements, even if barely.
[Stat Window]
Level: 36
HP: 889/1130
Stamina: 78/810
Strength: 194
Agility: 173
Perception: 100
Intellect: 150
Dexterity: 100
Vitality: 110
Endurance: 141
Luck: 23
Pain Resistance - Lv 10
Poison Resistance - Lv 9
His skills were sharper, their cooldowns reduced, making him deadlier in combat.
[Skill Map]
Stealth - Lv 10 (Cooldown: 8s)
Double Dash - Lv 10 (Cooldown: 2s)
Air Kick - Lv 10 (Cooldown: 1s)
Phantom Stride - Lv 5 (No Cooldown)
Last Stand - Lv 6 (Cooldown: 80s)
His dagger mastery had peaked as well, but there was something strange in his weapon skill list.
[Weapon Window]
Weapon Proficiency - Dagger - Lv 30
Weapon Skill - 10 Slashes - Lv 10 (Cooldown: 2s)
Weapon Skill - ???? (Locked?)
There was a new skill, but it was hidden. He clenched his fists, wondering if he had met the requirement to unlock it. There was no time to dwell on it.
Because the battlefield moved again.
A deafening hiss signaled the start of the next brutal engagement. The Great Serpents divided themselves tactically.
Two serpents coiled toward each Titan Taratect.
The remaining two slithered toward Shwet, the Assassin, and the Weaver.
The three of them were the smallest threats numerically, but they had been the most dangerous in execution.
The Decisive battle about who would live and who would not was to commence.