"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"-Chapter 358: The Tempest's Fall
The Battle Rages On
The
raging clash
between Seraphis and Stormcaller had drawn on for hours. The
waves
around Raven Perch crashed violently, as if the very sea itself responded to the clash of
elemental forces
.
Seraphis stood poised on the walls,
her eyes locked on Stormcaller’s ship
, her mind calculating every move, every shot. Her crew had already taken down dozens of his men, but the battle was far from over. The pirate mage had yet to be fully subdued, and his crew, though battered, fought with desperation.
"
You’ll pay for this, Seraphis!
" Stormcaller shouted across the battle, his voice barely audible over the shrieking winds. His form stood tall at the bow of his ship, his hands crackling with
raw lightning
, his expression contorted with rage.
Seraphis’s lips curled into a smile.
"
I’ve heard that one before.
"
The Tide Turns
As if by sheer force of will, Stormcaller raised his hands high, and the
sky darkened
further.
Lightning arced
toward his outstretched arms, converging into a single, destructive bolt aimed directly at Seraphis. The air itself seemed to
thicken
with the magical charge.
Seraphis, unfazed,
stepped forward
, her voice calm but resolute. "
I think I’ve had enough of this game.
"
She
unleashed the full force of her anti-magic crossbolts
. The massive bolts slammed into the
storm cloud
, neutralizing the lightning before it could even touch her. The air grew
still
, the tension defused for a split second.
But Stormcaller was not done. His
anger
was palpable, and he rushed forward,
hurling a bolt of lightning
directly at the
Downstrike Crossbows
positioned on the fortress walls. The
impact sent shockwaves
through the stone, causing cracks to form.
Seraphis narrowed her eyes.
"
Impressive, but not enough.
"
The Final Push
The
moment of stillness
was brief. Stormcaller gritted his teeth, summoning
more power
,
gathering magic from the storm above
, and sending
explosive blasts
toward the fortress.
Windstorms whipped
around him, each wave of energy attempting to breach the defenses.
But Seraphis was ready. She
raised her hands
, her voice steady and calm.
"
Fire the harpoons!
"
Her crew responded in unison, sending
massive harpoons
into the oncoming windstorms, using their
magical bindings
to bind Stormcaller’s warship in place. The chains rattled against the ship’s hull as they were pulled tight.
Stormcaller let out a
snarling growl
as his ship was slowly
dragged closer
to the fortress. His hands shook with
magic
, but even he could see the tide of battle shifting.
"You’ve cornered me, Seraphis," he muttered bitterly. "But I will
not go down easily
."
Seraphis’s smirk grew wider. "That’s exactly what I was hoping for."
The Clash of Titans
With a
fury
that could rival a storm, Stormcaller charged. He sent
arc after arc of lightning
, aiming for Seraphis with precision, but she was quicker. With the
strength of her training
and her innate
combat prowess
, she dodged each strike, closing the distance between them with deadly intent.
As she reached him,
she ducked beneath a bolt
, using her
ritual dagger
to deflect the remaining sparks of lightning. With a
swift twist
, she
slashed at his side
, drawing
blood
. Stormcaller gritted his teeth, stumbling back as his wound bled freely.
"You fight well," he growled, clearly weakening.
But Seraphis was relentless. She pressed forward, moving like a shadow, as she aimed her
ritual dagger
at his throat, her movements fluid and precise.
With a
roar of fury
, Stormcaller
summoned one final storm
—a maelstrom of swirling winds and flashing bolts. The magic was so intense that the very air around him seemed to
tremble
. But Seraphis had seen enough.
With a
single strike
, she cut through the maelstrom, her blade finding its mark as she
decapitated
him in one clean motion. His head rolled from his shoulders, landing with a
thud
on the deck of his warship.
Victory Claimed
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as Stormcaller’s lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
Seraphis stood above him, her chest heaving with exertion but her face
calm and triumphant
.
"
Another one falls.
" She muttered to herself.
She looked over to her crew, who had been waiting for her command.
"
Someone, copy his flag and put it on a shield.
"
One of her crew members, a young man with a grim expression, nodded and went to work. He took the
tattered flag
from Stormcaller’s ship and
stitched it onto a shield
, carefully replicating the design.
Once the shield was finished, Seraphis
took it into her hands
, inspecting the
new flag
. It was
faded and torn
, but it was still a symbol of her victory.
"Now," she said, her voice low and steady, "let’s make sure everyone knows exactly who brought down the storm."
Mounting the Trophy
Seraphis turned and
walked to the walls
of the fortress, her
victory shield
in hand. She mounted the shield on the
stone wall
, placing it next to the
previous trophies
of other fallen foes.
But she wasn’t finished yet.
Stormcaller’s
head
, still in her hand, was placed upon the
shield
as a grim trophy of the battle. She
preserved his head
, using a small vial of magic to
halt the decay
and ensure that it would remain a lasting reminder of her victory.
"Everyone will see this," she said softly, "and know that they should never have challenged Raven Perch."
The Final Command
After the head was mounted, Seraphis turned to her crew once more.
"
Loot everything of value on that warship
," she commanded. "Weapons, supplies, anything we can use."
Her crew wasted no time, scrambling to take everything of worth from the sinking ship.
Seraphis
watched quietly
, a sense of satisfaction settling over her. This was her world, and she was
untouchable
.
Once the warship had been
stripped bare
, she nodded.
"Now, strike it down."
With a
snap of her fingers
, a crew member lit the
final fuse
, and the warship was soon engulfed in flames.
It sank quickly, the
remains of the ship disappearing
beneath the waves, just as Stormcaller had.
Seraphis
turned away
from the wreckage, a
smile playing on her lips
.
"Another enemy wiped from the sea," she said. "But there will be many more."
And with that, the
Raven Perch crew returned to their duties
, ready for the next battle that was surely coming.
.
!
Chapter 358: The Tempest's Fall
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