Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: True Test of Crowd Control

Stepping into the seventy-fifth level, Eleanor knew exactly what to expect. She stood within a vast cavern that stretched ahead like a tunnel, a faint dot of light glimmering at its far end. Her Night Vision activated, revealing the fractured ground beneath her... small tears that rhythmically vented geysers of steam, each burst resembling a poisonous fireball. The stench of decay and sulphur filled the air, a foul blend of rot and brimstone that made every sense scream in protest.

Last time, at this very stage, she had faltered... her composure shattered by fear and disgust. But this time was different. She had prepared her mind. Activating the Eye of Wisdom, she felt ignorance, illusion, and desire fall away, her thoughts clearing until she was utterly detached from worldly distraction. The stench still burned her nose, and the fumes stung her eyes, yet none of it could shake her focus.

She reviewed her passive abilities one by one. Bloodlust Instinct honed her combat awareness to lethal precision. Tactical Foresight granted her an instant understanding of the battlefield, allowing her to plan each movement with mathematical clarity. Predator’s Awareness detected the faintest flicker of killing intent or hostile motion, warning her of any impending strike. Killing Precision ensured that her every blow sought out an enemy’s vital point without conscious effort.

Then she activated Mind Acceleration, heightening her cognitive speed until the world seemed to slow. With Electroreception, the tunnel walls came alive before her eyes... shimmering outlines of hundreds of monsters formed from their own bioelectric fields. She could even sense clusters of creatures deeper within adjoining caves, packed together like colonies. Based on her previous battle here, this was exactly as expected.

Still, the tunnel posed its own danger. A wide-area attack could easily trigger a collapse, so she would need to restrain herself to smaller, focused strikes that would leave the structure intact. Even so, she felt confident. With lightning coursing through her hands, she anticipated a far easier fight than last time.

Drawing a steady breath, Eleanor activated Lightning Touch, channelling arcs of blue-white current through her fingertips until it enveloped the iron sword she had collected on an earlier floor. The blade shimmered, blazing with living light, illuminating the tunnel in jagged flashes of electric brilliance.

As soon as Eleanor took a step, a clucking, hollow sound echoed through the tunnel. It multiplied, bouncing endlessly off the stone walls until it became an ominous chorus.

A tide of skeletal warriors burst forth from the darkness, surging from cracks and crevices in the walls. They were creatures of pure bone... assembled from human remains yet somehow moving with feral strength and intent. With no muscles or sinew to bind their frames, their ability to run, leap, and strike with such force remained a mystery even to her.

Hundreds of bony feet scraped against the stone floor, creating a rusted, grating sound that gnawed at the edges of her mind, even through the calm clarity of her Eye of Wisdom.

Her sword glowed white, lightning racing along its blade as she cut through the skeletal tide with effortless precision. Each swing traced a line of light, cleaving through bones as though slicing through mist. Her movements were fluid and exact... one clean strike for every target. Skeletons crumbled before her, their skulls shattered, their spines reduced to powder before they could even raise their weapons.

Those that tried to reassemble failed miserably... their centres of balance destroyed, their fragments twitching helplessly before going still forever.

As Eleanor advanced, the onslaught intensified. The tunnel swarmed with skeletons on all sides, hemming her in. Her sword’s speed whipped the air into a faint vacuum, bones scattering like leaves in a storm, yet her progress slowed. She had to watch her footing... the fractured floor spat poisonous, gaseous fireballs at random intervals, forcing her to dodge even as she fought.

Then the ground trembled. A cluster of Bone Colossi joined the skeletal army, their enormous frames scraping the ceiling as they charged.

With no other choice, Eleanor activated Overdrive. Energy surged through her body, her movements accelerating beyond human perception. Lightning crackled around her form, her strikes now so fast they blurred into arcs of blinding light.

Momentum returned. In her wake lay mountains of shattered bones and drifting white dust. The glow at the tunnel’s end grew closer... until a new obstacle appeared. Thick spider webs crisscrossed the passage ahead, and from above, countless large spiders descended, their limbs glistening in the electric light.

Among them moved several massive arachnids... giant spiders issuing silent commands to their lesser kin, orchestrating a coordinated, lethal assault.

She released several controlled Lightning Projectiles toward the descending spiders. The smaller ones died instantly, their heads bursting from the precise impacts. The giant spiders, however, merely convulsed and dropped heavily to the ground. Eleanor wasted no time... her sword flashed, striking them down before they could recover from the shock of the lightning.

Eleanor turned helplessly towards the opposite ridge, where another horde approached... Rustclaw Beasts and Chitin Lords swarming down towards her position.

She surveyed the three advancing armies. The Orcs, though the most numerous, would reach her first. Drawing a deep breath, she resolved to take the fight to them. Within the woods, the tree trunks might at least offer her some cover.

More than five minutes had already passed. Activating Overdrive, she decided to go all out. Judging from the sheer number of enemies, this could very well be the final battle of this level.

The Orcs faltered in confusion as she plunged into their midst, a blur of motion and death. Her passive abilities ignited, her active powers surged, and she moved like a goddess of slaughter. Within seconds, the mighty Orc army was reduced to ruin.

From her elevated position, she turned her gaze to the remaining forces. Behind the Stonehorn Behemoths, she could now see an army of Ogres and Ironhide Ogres advancing in grim formation.

Without hesitation, Eleanor sprinted towards the opposite slope, where the Rustclaw Beasts and Chitin Lords were closing in. She dashed forward in a series of lightning-swift strides to reach them before the others arrived.

Lightning crackled through her enemies as she struck, tearing through the monstrous ranks with lethal precision. It didn’t take long before they were all lying lifeless on the blood-soaked earth.

By the time she turned back, the other army had begun climbing the mountain towards her. Drawing a few steadying breaths, Eleanor steeled herself for the oncoming assault.