Then, with a swift pivot, Neze shifted gears. Her fingers curled like claws, and with explosive strength, she swung her arms upward beneath the massive dragon's head.
In that instant, the air around her hands twisted as gusts of wind converged and were shaped into sharp, cutting slashes. These wind-blade attacks struck the already bloodied and battered neck of Amphisbaena—ripping through the flesh like blades through paper.
The gruesome wound that had barely begun to form a scab was torn wide open again, and crimson blood burst out like a geyser, splattering violently in all directions. The pain, raw and shocking, sent an unbearable jolt through the dragon's massive frame.
Stimulated beyond reason, Amphisbaena let out an ear-shattering roar of agony.
Its already unstable state tipped further toward unrestrained fury. It lost all remnants of reason and sanity, and what little cunning wisdom it had was swept away by a tide of violent madness.
Driven solely by vengeance and the instinct to destroy, the right head of Amphisbaena twisted with savage speed, its bloodshot eyes locked with hatred on a single target—Neze.
That gaze was filled with nothing but murderous rage.
The enormous dragon jaws parted, revealing jagged fangs that gleamed with lethal hunger as it lunged toward her with bloodthirsty intent.
But in that split second of blind wrath, the beast had made a fatal mistake.
It was so focused on the werewolf girl that it had completely overlooked the shadow lurking nearby—the figure that had been patiently waiting for just this opportunity.
"Where are you looking?"
The chilling voice rang out with calm confidence.
Kaguya's stance shifted in an instant. Her lower body dropped into a crouch, her posture leaning forward ever so slightly—the unmistakable stance of the Iai style.
Her hand hovered over the hilt of her blade.
The air grew heavy with killing intent as it expanded outward like a suffocating pressure wave. The oppressive aura caused Amphisbaena's pupils to contract in fear. It instinctively tried to pull back, to lift its head in defense but it was already too late.
With a whisper like a prayer, Kaguya invoked her magic, and in the next moment—
"Iai no Tachi: Gokou!"
Her blade shot from its sheath in a brilliant flash of crimson.
Five crimson sword arcs split through the air like blooming flowers of carnage, each one descending from a different angle—front, back, left, right, and top. The slashes weaved together to form a deadly net, an inescapable cage of death.
This was the perfected form of her magic-infused sword technique. The [Five Lights]—a symphony of magic and skill blended into one seamless strike. The slashes, guided by precision and bloodlust, found their marks with ruthless accuracy.
The dragon scales—normally unbreakable and hardened like armor forged by the gods—were nowhere to be found in this weak spot. The blade met tender, exposed flesh.
The sword cuts carved through like hot knives through butter, ripping into the dragon's neck. Blood gushed from the gaping wounds, spraying outward in torrents as bone and sinew were exposed beneath mangled muscle.
Amphisbaena's right head howled in utter agony, rearing back with unnatural force.
With the last of its strength, it unleashed a fan-shaped burst of dragon breath directly ahead, a final act of desperation amidst the chaos.
Yet Alise—shielded by the protection of her teammates and empowered by her magic—stood firm, unleashing her full strength as a lebel 4 adventurer. Her task was to keep the left head of Amphisbaena restrained, and she did so with unrelenting resolve.
As the blazing torrent of blue flame roared forth once again, the trio on the frontline wasted no time—they swiftly retreated to evade the lethal attack.
But one more player remained on the board. A single figure who had yet to reveal his final card.
Positioned behind the writhing behemoth, Akira raised his hand with silent intensity and clenched it tightly.
The ice beneath him—the very battlefield frozen solid by his own power—reacted to his will. The ambient cold and lingering mana in the air surged in response.
Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh...
A sharp hissing sound pierced the air.
Dozens of icy chains burst forth, appearing as if summoned from the void. These spectral chains glittered with frost and shimmered like snakes of divine punishment.
With eerie precision, they shot toward Amphisbaena's twin heads, wrapping around them tightly like restraints forged by the heavens themselves.
The chains constricted with terrifying force, emitting an agonizing creak as they squeezed down. Then came a sudden jerk—merciless and absolute—pulling the monster's heads violently backward.
Akira didn't hesitate. He was already moving, sprinting forward across the frozen battlefield. His hands glowed with swirling power, and with a focused whisper, he declared—
The moment the words left his lips, surging magical power flooded from his core.
Buzz... Buzz... Buzz…
A low rumble filled the air as two massive drills began forming on Akira's palms—gleaming icy drills spinning at breakneck speed.
They were flawless, crystalline, and lethal.
Then, with a thunderous stomp, Akira launched himself forward. The force shattered the very ice beneath his feet, sending shards flying in all directions.
Like a comet, he shot toward the monster.
In the blink of an eye, Akira arrived behind the restrained Amphisbaena. Both heads were struggling madly, but the chains held fast.
"My drill can break through the sky!!!"
With a roar, Akira drove both drills deep into the dragon's vulnerable flesh.
The crystalline growths on Amphisbaena's back cracked and shattered under the force, blood erupting like a fountain. The drills bored into the thick hide, grinding through scale, bone, and sinew.
Even the mighty dragon scales couldn't endure. They resisted, but only briefly—before being torn apart like paper.
"ROAR, ROAR, ROARRRR—!!!"
The scream that followed echoed through the entire dungeon.
It wasn't just a scream of pain—it was despair incarnate.
The agony shattered the last remnants of its resistance. Its glowing scarlet eyes dimmed, and the once fearsome presence it exuded began to fade.
Akira's rotating drill pierced straight through Amphisbaena's massive skull.
He skidded across the ice, retreating in a graceful arc. Magic dispersed from his hands, the power vanishing into the cold air.
With a firm stomp, Akira brought himself to a halt and turned his head.
He looked back—his crimson eyes meeting the sight of their fallen foe.
The two dragon heads hung lifelessly. Their centers had been hollowed out, pierced clean through.
With a heavy groan, the massive creature finally succumbed.
Its weight pulled it down. Both heads drooped, slamming into the ice-covered floor with a resounding crash. A cloud of shimmering frost burst into the air as it hit.
And just like that, in the span of mere minutes, the Floor Master of the 27th floor—Amphisbaena—was slain by Akira and his companions.