Chapter 191: Chapter 191- Final Attack
The Sky Whale thrashed as if sensing the trap. Its enormous fins sliced through the air, sending shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield. Every flap was like a storm hammering the world itself.
Julian dug his boots into the trembling sky platform, shadows spiraling upward like black chains. His gravitational pull clamped around the beast, dragging it downward against its natural buoyancy. The strain hit him instantly, his muscles screamed, veins bulging along his arms. Lightning arced across his body, amplifying the chains with crackling energy, but it only made the backlash fiercer.
"Gh—dammit...!" His breath came ragged, but he refused to let go. "Stay... down!"
The whale bellowed a guttural BWOOOOHHHHH!, its voice vibrating bones and steel alike. A pulse of icy mist burst from its blowhole, freezing chunks of the air itself. The sudden weight threatened to break Julian’s gravitational bind; frost licked at his skin, searing cold gnawing into his nerves.
"Julian!" Rafael shouted, his voice trembling as he flung a magnetic barrier to intercept shards of frozen air. "You’ll tear yourself apart if you keep this up!"
"Shut up and do your part!" Julian roared back, slamming both hands forward. Shadows lashed tighter, now reinforced by raw lightning bursting from his palms. His gravitational field warped violently, bending space itself. The whale’s massive body lurched downward, scales grinding as if forced to carry mountains.
But the beast resisted. Its luminous eyes glowed brighter, and with a heave of its fins, it fired a beam of condensed water and light straight at him.
Julian barely twisted aside, but the blast clipped his shoulder, searing pain ripped through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. His shadow chains faltered for half a second, the gravitational pull fluctuating wildly.
Leo’s voice cut through the intercom, sharp and mocking even under pressure. "You’re cracking already. If you drop it now, we’re all dead meat."
Julian spat blood, forcing his body back into alignment, both hands trembling as he reasserted control. His eyes narrowed, glowing faintly with lightning and shadow. "I said... Shut up!"
The air buckled around him, the battlefield groaning under invisible weight as he doubled the force of his pull. The whale shrieked in frustration, its body trembling as if the heavens themselves pinned it down.
Still, every second felt like an eternity. Sweat poured down Julian’s brow, his chest heaving. He could feel his energy burning away too fast, like a candle flame in a storm.
And so, with a defiant snarl, he forced more lightning into his shadows, the dual energies fusing into jagged chains of pure destruction. They clamped onto the Sky Whale’s plating, not just holding it, but starting to tear.
"Leo! Rafael! Now!" he shouted, his voice raw. "Rip it open!"
They moved like a single machine.
Julian’s voice cut over the comm, raw, ragged, iron-true. "Now. Hit where I say. Focus the pressure on the left plating, don’t let it shift the shield." His shadow-chains creaked like hauling ropes as they bit deeper into the whale’s hide; lightning seared along them, each strand a scorched groove.
Leo didn’t waste a second. His insect-exoskeleton segmented and reformed with fluid brutality, from his forearms crawled armored mantis-blades that spat venom as they sliced. He dove into the crease Julian had forced open, spinning like a living pincer. Each sweep of blade sent geysers of black toxin searing into the wound Julian’s gravity had pried apart. The venom ate at the whale’s tissue, hissing steam as it met the lightning-scarred flesh.
Rafael moved like a conductor with broken hands, clumsy, terrified, but precise. He flung magnetic fury at the plated seams Julian had exposed, ripping out rebar and crusted armor fragments and slamming them back into the whale’s flanks to wedge panels loose. Metal shrapnel spun and bit at the creature’s edge, forcing the skin to peel as much as Julian’s chains could tear. "Pull! Pull it wider!" Rafael shouted, voice pitched thin with strain.
Julian answered with a brutal increase of force. He made gravity a wedge, bending the whale’s bulk so the plating bowed outward, then yanking it like a can opener. The creature reared, an animal’s panic raw and loud, its thrash generating wind that shredded the clouds. For a moment every tendon in Julian’s body felt like it might snap; his shadow-chains smoked, his lightning stuttered. Still he held, whispering curses into the storm until the seam finally split with a tortured, metallic rip.
A sight no one present would ever forget: beneath the whale’s armored skin, the core lay beating, not heart-like so much as a furnace of pulsing, sickly light. It glowed through veins of armored tissue, a furious nucleus of regenerative energy. Steam and toxic vapor hissed up from the exposed wound.
Julian wheezed, more blood on his mouth, but his voice was steady. "Core, Now."
Joe didn’t hesitate. All the charging, the primal hunger in him, the dragon-heat and rage, everything funneled into that instant. He crouched, coiling like a spring forged of flame and fang. Around him, the air boiled; embers rain onto the field. He took a single running step across the whale’s bowed flank, Leo and Rafael throwing themselves blind to keep it distracted and launched.
The charge was a meteor. Joe’s arm ignited into a furnace of living fire, claws becoming razors of incandescent magma. Flames braided with the lightning-edge Julian still fed into the rift, shadow-tendrils lashed to steady Joe’s trajectory. He drove his shoulder through the exposed cavity, and the moment metal, flesh, and fire met, sound vanished for half a heartbeat.
Then the core answered.
A scream of light and pressure unmade the world around it. Energy cascaded outward in a roiling, multi-hued shock, steam, lightning, and eldritch heat braided together and detonated. For an instant the sky turned white, every grain of dust hummed. Leo’s insect-plates were singed black, Rafael’s magnetic field cracked like glass, Julian’s shadow-chains snapped and reknit.
Joe slammed into the core with every ounce of strength he had left, his claws and fiery scales tearing into it, but even then, the heart of the leviathan refused to die. Its pulse was stubborn, glowing fiercely through the shredded armor, as if mocking the exhausted warriors.
Joe staggered back, chest heaving, sweat and ash dripping from his form. Every skill he had thrown at it had burned out, the flames, the dragon’s charge, everything, spent.
Joe cursed under his breath, frustration etched across his face. "Damn it... just a little more," he muttered. But his strength was gone, he no longer had the energy left to strike.
Rafael, still clinging to the edge of the chaos, shouted at Julian over the roar of the collapsing beast. "Julian! Throw me forward! I’ll finish it!" His voice cracked with equal parts fear and resolve.
Julian’s eyes widened, but there was no hesitation, his voice sharp and decisive. "Finish it."
Rafael gave a firm nod, determination burning in his eyes. "Leave it to me."
And he concentrated, and gravity bent around Rafael like a living hand, lifting and flinging him forward through the charged air. Rafael screamed, not in panic, but as if welcoming the inevitability of death.
"I’m going to die..." he muttered to himself, teeth gritted, the world a blur around him. But then something changed. His fingers curled, muscles trembling, and he drew deep into himself, summoning the last remnants of his energy. Magnetic sparks danced over his body, coalescing into a final, desperate strike.
With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, Rafael crashed into the leviathan’s core, the gathered energy erupting like a supernova. The light flared, intense and blinding, as the core screamed under the assault.
The sky whale let out a final, piercing roar that shook the air. Rafael raised his hand high, his voice echoing with fierce resolve. "PIERCE THROUGH!"
His strike landed with devastating force. The core cracked, its radiant shield shattering like glass. With one last blow, the core was destroyed. The massive beast’s strength faltered, its colossal body weakening as it plummeted from the sky, its fall marking the end of their battle.