Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 800

Chapter 800: Dissatisfied Anomalies

Then she fired a wave. A breath. Whatever she did with her chest and her open hands sent a forward-rolling tide of furnace heat across the Cavern at the lead boss in a wall that was not meant to stop the beast, because nothing she could shape was going to stop a creature that big. It was meant to cook it as it came.

The boss’s lowered shoulder met the wall of heat at full charge.

The Cavern lit white.

Red-gold flash flooded the chokehold and washed every face on the line out into pure overexposure.

The beast’s plated shoulder seared on contact, gray hide blackening and curling backward in a meter-wide crater that ate through plate and into mountain-bone underneath, four eyes squinting shut against the heat, the front rank of low-tier behind it cooking to ash in the splash, the abyssal floor under both Scarlet’s feet and the beast’s path now a long ribbon of slowly cooling magma where dry rock had been a heartbeat earlier.

The boss’s hide caught fire across its right side and stayed lit, mountain-bone burning like a forge that had been given fuel.

Then the beast’s mass carried.

Heat could cook. Heat could not stop. The boss was wounded, its right side an inferno that was not going out, but its forward velocity had only barely slowed and it was still coming, charred shoulder dropping deeper into the wave of furnace air with the kind of commitment that said it had eaten worse and walked through it.

Scarlet’s heat held the wall as long as she could pour into it, but mass against mass was still mass, and she did not have any.

"Gh!"

The collision lifted her.

Her body launched off her own footing in the same arc the beast’s charge had been carrying her on, fire still streaming off her shoulders as she went, the dome of radiant force around her unraveling into trailing ribbons that curled behind her tumbling form.

The watching line’s stomachs dropped as Scarlet went up at a speed that should have ended on the cavern wall, and the wall of heat she had been firing collapsed with her departure.

Nyx was already on it.

Inside the dome where the rest of the line had been positioned, Nyx’s hands had come up before anyone else had even processed the launch. Space folded along Scarlet’s tumbling trajectory, the air bending in a smooth curve that caught the Flame Monarch’s flight at the apex and decelerated her over a meter of compressed distance into a controlled rotating drift instead of a high-speed impact with the cavern wall.

Scarlet hung in midair, suspended in the haze, her hair a slow molten orange spread around her face and a thin line of dark blood running from her nose down across her smiling lips.

She licked it off.

"Ahh, this big boy’s got some spunk in him!"

Her grin had not gone anywhere. The blood on her lower lip and the damage on her ribs were not, as far as her face was concerned, things worth being upset about. The redhead was, somehow, having the time of her life.

The lead heavyweight had also paid.

Its seared shoulder smoked and wept thick black ichor that hissed where it dripped, the exposed bone underneath still on fire and showing no sign of going out.

The two of them had hit each other for real. Scarlet was airborne with injured ribs and Nyx’s hands holding her up. The boss was burning. Both were absolutely still in the fight.

That was when Vespera sighed.

"Stop playing around."

The Shadow Monarch’s lattice came alive.

The shadows that had been braided through every vertical surface of the chokehold for hours unspooled in a single coordinated motion as her right hand lifted by a fraction. The cables came down on the lead heavyweight from above and behind, hundreds of them, woven into a hooked latticework that punched into the seared wound Scarlet had carved.

Charred bone drove deeper into the beast’s own torso under the weight of the strike.

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