Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 798

Chapter 798: Roar of Challenge

The threshold flexed wider, abyssal stone groaning along its frame as something on the other side stopped trying to fit through politely and started insisting. The seal shimmered hard. The frame bowed. And what came through it came through slow.

The first thing across was the shoulder.

A single shoulder, dark-plated and ridged with mountain-born bone, that did not belong to any creature the probe wave had introduced.

The frame of the gate widened to admit it, the dungeon’s own architecture giving up a fraction of its natural clearance because what was insisting on coming through had decided that the architecture would adjust rather than the body. The shoulder cleared.

Then the second one. Then the chest behind them, scaled in plating that ate the ambient glow of the Cavern and gave back nothing, ribs the size of structural beams moving once with breath that had not been moving when the gate first strained.

The head followed, four eyes set above a maw that ran most of the length of the skull, horns set wide enough that the thing had to angle its neck to clear them past the threshold. Abyssal stone groaned again as the horns scraped the frame on the way through.

It stopped at the edge of the Safe Zone.

Both feet planted, tail settled behind it with a weight the floor of the Cavern took in a low broad thump that traveled up through the rock and into the bones of every defender on the line.

Then it screamed.

The pressure landed before the sound did, low and total, hitting the chest of every person on the field. The ears caught up half a beat behind, to a guttural roll of register that did not belong to any throat humans had cataloged. The Cavern’s ceiling answered with falling grit. The abyssal stone at Kaiden’s feet vibrated against the soles of his boots. Aria’s silver hair lifted off her shoulders in the pressure wash before her moonlight steadied her in the air. Luna’s grin had not come back. Calypso’s axe had paused at the top of an arc and stayed there for a full second longer than her swing’s geometry should have allowed.

The whole line felt it in the bones, and the line had been built on bones that did not feel things easily.

"This is a boss monster from at least a B-tier dungeon, maybe even A-tier... And it must be at least level 150," Scarlet said, and the easy amusement that had ridden her voice through the whole siege so far was gone.

The Flame Monarch had stopped joking.

"A-tier? Level 150?!"

Nyx’s voice cut from a step behind Kaiden, the strategic brain doing the math out loud, sharper than she usually let it sound.

"Kai, that’s far above anything we’ve ever engaged!"

Aria’s hand tightened in his, silent.

The line had felt the scream. Now it was reading the price tag, and it did not like the read.

Then Scarlet stepped past Vespera’s lattice into open ground.

Heat lifted off her shoulders in a slow visible curtain, the air around her going orange against the abyssal dim. Her grin came in lopsided, the cocky shape every combat-stream subscriber on three continents had memorized off her highlight reels, and she planted both palms on her hips, all swagger and ease. She had been waiting hours for exactly this excuse.

"Relax, younguns."

Her voice carried easy, unconcerned, full Monarch register.

"I’ll dust the big bastard myself."

Then she let it loose.

The slow visible curtain of heat that had been peeling off her shoulders escalated in one breath into an inferno.

The Flame Monarch’s body lit from the inside out, every reserve she had been holding through the entire siege uncoiling at once, and the orange haze around her exploded upward into a column of red-gold fire that climbed twenty meters off the abyssal floor and spread outward in a slow expanding ring. Her hair lit on fire, turning molten orange, and lifted as if caught in a whirlwind.

Her eyes lit from inside. The temperature against the Cavern’s ambient cool spiked into a wall of pressure that the line felt before they saw it.

Then she parted her jaws wide and screamed.

The sound that came out of her was not a sound that belonged to the woman who had let Nyx drag her around the cathedral by the wrist just a couple hours ago. It was guttural and animalistic, a long full-throated war-cry that tore out of a slim feminine frame and carried the weight of a true Monarch.

The cry pulled on the bones the way the heavyweight’s scream had pulled, except this one pulled in the opposite direction. The heavyweight’s had landed weight on every chest on the line. Scarlet’s lifted it.

Her gaze did not leave the boss monster.

She stared straight at it across the Cavern’s open span, head tilted slightly downward, gaze locked, and the column of flame around her took on the focused shape of a directed challenge.

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