"The metallic groan of the chamber doors echoed for a long time before silence reclaimed it. Only the constant but interval drip… drip… of condensation filled the void, each drop echoing."
"Now that we are here, it is now up to Beatrice to fall and retry again. Every spirit has a wall they must climb, a trial to mark their growth and stagnation… And for Beatrice, this was a wall that stagnant her so, only crossing this wall, can you truly say you have grown." Dante keep narrating the world, as Beatrice prepares for a fight like no other.
The Butcher took a step forward. The ground shook, faintly trembling beneath its grotesque weight. Steam curled from its blighted muscles as if its body ran hotter than the air could contain. The writhing tentacles from its neck lashed in every direction, screeching against the walls like blades dragging over steel.
Beatrice steadied her breathing, lowering her stance, she does have fighting experience, ad an Artabell, martial arts was something thought to every one of the blood. Despite her being a bastard, clenching the Mother's Fang in her hand, she await's the first attack. This thing after all was always the first to attack first. "The first attack will come from above."
She said to herself, then came the first strike. The Butcher's hammer descended with an ear-splitting roar, a blur of steel and flesh. She barely managed to sidestep, and the ground where she had stood erupted, sending rust and debris spraying in every direction. Beatrice's armor hissed where the blight mist touched it. The Black Fog, thicker here than anywhere else, coiled around her like smoke, leeching warmth and vitality.
[Status Effect: Blight Corrosion — 1% Vitality Loss per Minute]
Her eyes narrowed. "Ahhh this bastard and it's annoying fog." She said to herself holding her breathe and breathing in and out only when it is required, however this cut away at her stamina really quick.
She then darted forward. And a web of silver silk burst from her left hand, wrapping around the Butcher's leg. The acid-laced threads hissed violently, burning through flesh and bone.
However the monster didn't even flinch. Instead, it pulled back hard yanking the silk taut, dragging Beatrice off her feet and slamming her into a rusted table. Metal bent and splintered beneath her as she rolled, spitting blood. "Ahhh, fuck!!" But she didn't stop. Her hand snapped forward, and she fired a blast of silk acid directly at its chest.
It landed right on the intended mark, sizzling, and burning deep holes across its abdomen.
It's initial HP being 6500, and that alone deal it -427 off it's total health. "I am doing a lot more damage, than it even did it the last time." She said with a smile, however, the smile soon faded when with the Butcher HP started to go up, and the wounds started to heal slowly. "It has a passive healing trait as well, shitt."
"I need to injure it more, this is clearly not enough…" She muttered, wiping the blood from her lip. The Butcher raised its hammer again, this time dragging it along the ground. Sparks burst beneath its path as it came for her like a freight train. Beatrice braced her weapon in both hands.
As she prepare to parry it awaiting for it to land, she exhaled, and attack came for her, and then a loud clang was heard!
The entire chamber screamed as metal struck metal. The impact sent waves of force through the air, cracks forming along the floor beneath her boots. The Mother's Fang screeched in her hand, vibrating in protest, but it held albeit barely.
Her knees bent. The force threw her back, sliding across the slick ground, sparks trailing from her boots.
If not for her passive regeneration coursing through this blade it would have been destroyed and shattered instantly by that attack.
Meanwhile the Butcher roared, or rather, something inside it roared. The tentacles whipped violently, slamming into the walls, tearing cables loose. Beatrice lunged forward again before it could heal further, her blade carving across its arm.
This time, it cut deep, blight and blood splattered like tar across the floor. The thing staggered, just a step.
Beatrice struck again.
Then again.
Each blow landed faster, silk threads wrapped around the monster's hammer arm, binding it momentarily.
The Butcher howled, twisting, smashing its own arm against the wall to break free. It flesh tore, and it durability withered as acid burned it continuously.
Beatrice leapt onto a chain hanging from above, swung her body upward, and came crashing down, the blade descending like an executioner's guillotine.
CRACK!
"Die already you bastard." The blade dug into the monster's shoulder, severing half of its torso, but then it caught her. The Butcher's free hand, massive and trembling, closed around her midsection.
"Shit, I fucked up." Beatrice gasped as bones creaked under the pressure. The acid silk exploded from her fingertips, burning through its hand enough for her to slip free. She landed hard, skidding across the blood-slick floor.
Her armor hissed again. However this black fog the Butcher release from its open wounds, The blight fog as she come's to call it was weakening her more and more.
At this point her HP being at 1500 was now at 832, and to make things worse, her HUD all but confirms her weaken state.
[Corrosion: Advancing]
She growled, forcing herself upright. "I can't stay defensive. I'll just rot here, I need to end this quick, but how this asshole had almost six time my own health." She said to herself, then an idea arose. With a flash of violet light, Beatrice charged again. Each step echoed with the heavy rhythm of her heart, each strike a desperate attempt to push back death itself.
The Butcher swung wide, a horizontal cleave that could've split her in two. She ducked low, sliding under the arc, slicing the tendons along its knee. "First I will get rid of it's mobility."
It dropped to one leg, roaring soundlessly from its headless neck, For the first time, it seemed… unsteady. And Beatrice didn't hesitate, she leapt again, spinning midair, her Mother's Fang glowing crimson now as she brought it down directly into the gaping neck. "Second I will get rid of these damn tentacles, whatever they are clearly act a sit head.*
A burst of black ichor exploded outward, The tentacles writhed madly, as Beatrice began cutting them one by one they fall until only but two remained.
The entire chamber quaked under its scream. And that did alot of damage even passive regeneration seem to have stop the moment she aim for the creature's right like tendrils that spewed from its neck.
But at the same time as to spit her, Dante's voice rose faintly, awe mixing with dread.
"And yet… the tide always turns."
By will alone the Butcher's remaining tentacles shot forward, like spears. Beatrice dodged one, but the second slammed into her from behind, throwing her into the wall. She gasped, her armor fracturing from the sheer force.
Before she could react, the Butcher's hammer came down again. She blocked, but it wasn't enough.
CRASH!!
Her right arm bent at an impossible angle, bones snapping audibly. Pain shot through her body like lightning.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her scream echoed through the chamber, drowning out even the Butcher's growl. And if that wasn't bad enough the weapon passive hit her as well.
[Status Effect Gained: Major Trauma (Minor Bleeding Constant)]
The Mother's Fang clattered across the ground, sliding away from her reach. Her knees hit the floor. Blood poured freely down her armor, dripping through the cracks. The Butcher loomed over her now, breathing heavy, from the n CK as smoke cmae.from.open wound more black fog filling the room, twitching like snakes, the tentacles tightening again for another strike.
And yet… Beatrice react faintly through the agony. Her remaining hand trembled as she pushed herself up. "Like fucking hell I am here again." The Hammer came crashing down, aiming for her head, but but this time it stop.
It struggle to attack further and this confused the boss monster. This made Beatrice smile, as she looked at the thing threads she manifest around her, and set prior, causing the wepaon to get stuck mid air.
Without wasting anymore time, she rush towards her cleave, using a spider web to grab it and yanked it towards her, as she jump upwards using the last of her strength, and with one finale attack infusing all of her remaining Mundus Energy inside the blade itself. She used her most powerful attack yet. "Go to fucking hell you bastard." Power surge through the blade in that moment, as a violent rush of Violet like energy form a sharp arch when the slash was released cutting the neck off the shoulder and splitting the remaining tentacles from the body, as the attack shot beyond it, traversing the area in a large margin, and leaves a deep and corrosive horizontal cut that travel through the entire room, and collapsing the corridor behind her.
In that moment the Butcher died, and notification came.
[A POWERFUL FOE HAS FALLEN]