Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685: Fury

The climb was three hundred meters of vertical hell.

Chinedu’s fighters scrambled up the rock face in clusters of two and three, bleeding hands grabbing at stone that crumbled under their weight, boots slipping on slick mineral deposits while Slashers snapped at their legs from below. The ones who’d made it highest were sixty meters up and already exhausted, arms shaking, armor dragging them down, every handhold a negotiation between gravity and the desperate need to not be in the basin anymore.

The basin had become a pit.

The Colossus had stopped chasing Chinedu’s squad. The massive creature had turned its attention to easier prey, and easier prey was everywhere. A fighter who’d fallen from Nyx’s second boulder lay crumpled against a slab of dark stone, trying to drag himself toward the wall with one working arm. The Colossus found him and he was trampled to death.

Stacy was thirty meters up when her arm gave out.

Luna’s chain arc had seized the muscles in her sword hand and forearm into a rigid claw, and the damage hadn’t faded. She’d been climbing one-handed, Trisha pulling her from above, teeth gritted against the dead weight of her own limb. Every meter was agony. Every reach with her good hand meant trusting her boots on stone that shifted and broke.

She slipped.

Her good hand caught a ledge and held, but the jolt sent white fire through her damaged arm, and the scream that tore out of her was raw and involuntary. She dangled only five meters above the basin floor, one hand on crumbling rock, legs kicking for purchase that wasn’t there.

"Ash!" Her voice cracked across the basin. "Ash, help me!"

Ash heard her.

He was forty meters to her left and higher up, ribs grinding with every movement, blood still wet on his chin, hauling himself upward through pure S-tier stubbornness. His head snapped toward the sound of her voice and his eyes found her immediately, small and dangling against the vast dark wall, feet scrambling against nothing.

Below her, the Colossus turned.

Six eyes locked onto the screaming, kicking figure on the rock face with the slow, predatory focus of a creature that had spent all of its years as the thing everything else ran from. Its massive body shifted, mineral plates grinding against each other like tectonic shelves, and it moved toward the wall where Stacy hung.

"Stacy, climb!" Ash roared.

She couldn’t. Her sword arm was dead weight and her good hand was losing its grip, fingers white against the stone, the ledge crumbling centimeter by centimeter under her. Trisha reached down from above, stretching, their fingertips six inches apart.

Five.

Four.

The Colossus raised one leg.

The limb was the size of a freight car, mineral-plated, dense enough that its shadow carried weight on its own. It hung above the base of the wall for a moment that lasted exactly long enough for Ash to understand what was about to happen and know, with the absolute certainty of distance and physics, that he could not get there in time.

"No!"

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