Chapter 74: The Grave-Titan, Ozymandias

A/N: I made some mistake in the EXP calculation, so Leon level is now 91, I have corrected the previous Chapters

[You have killed "The Void-Lich of the First Era (Level 93, Boss)"]

[Experience Multiplier: 35X Applied. 8,200,000 EXP gained.]

[Congratulations, you have leveled up to Level 86!]

[Congratulations, you have leveled up to Level 87!]

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[Congratulations, you have leveled up to Level 91!]

Ding!

[Talent Devourer: Residual Talent Energy Detected: "Domain of True Death" (Fragments Available: 15)]

[Talent Devourer: Residual Talent Energy Detected: "Phylactery Swap" (Fragments Available: 10)]

Leon stood amidst the dispersing green ash, dismissing the wall of level-up notifications with a swift wave of his hand. The golden light of progression faded from his skin, leaving behind the dim, oppressive atmosphere of the Gravesite Plain. He read the two new prompts hovering in the swirling purple light.

"A domain mechanic and a soul-shifting ability," Leon said aloud, his voice steady despite the immense magical exertion required to bypass the Lich’s defenses. "Auris, maintain your perimeter. We are not finished yet."

The Glacial Sovereign let out a low, vibrating growl of acknowledgment, his massive sapphire wings twitching as he scanned the settling mist. The dragon’s cyan eyes tracked the shifting shadows of the dead earth, anticipating the final cycle.

Leon quickly analyzed his options.

"System," he commanded, his golden eye locking onto the floating text. "Take the fifteen fragments of Domain of True Death and fuse them directly into my Sovereign’s Eclipse skill."

Ding!

[15 Fragments of "Domain of True Death" fused into Skill: Sovereign’s Eclipse.]

[ The absolute darkness now inherently carries a necrotic suppression field. Enemies caught within the domain not only suffer increased mana costs and buff stripping, but their natural health regeneration is entirely nullified, and they take continuous, percentage-based decay damage over time.]

"Excellent," Leon murmured, feeling the heavy, suffocating weight of the upgraded magic settling into his mana core. The spell now felt less like a tactical smokescreen and more like an active execution chamber. "Now, take the ten fragments of Phylactery Swap and form a new talent."

Ding!

[10 Fragments of "Phylactery Swap" have been fused.]

[New Talent Acquired: Soul Anchor — Grade: A]

[Description: The user can actively anchor their soul to their physical core. If a localized strike threatens to instantly destroy a vital organ, the user can dynamically shift the conceptual weight of their life-force to another part of their body, mitigating lethal execution strikes by converting true damage into standard structural damage.]

"A localized death defiance," Leon noted, rolling his shoulders to test the new internal pathways. He could physically feel a secondary network of conceptual energy mapping itself across his internal organs. "If an enemy manages to bypass my Obsidian Carapace and aims for my heart, I can shift the fatal blow into a manageable wound. It is a flawless safety net against assassins or piercing strikes."

Four bosses dead. Leon hit the ground, his boots crunching on the dead, ash-covered earth. His breath was coming slightly faster now. The continuous chain-casting and rapid use of Abyssal Stride were severely taxing on his neural pathways.

The sheer speed of the teleportation forced his brain to dynamically process new spatial coordinates in fractions of a second. However, his Entropy Core talent allowed him to passively absorb the massive amounts of residual void energy released by the dying bosses, feeding it directly into his system and keeping his stamina stable.

The Gravesite Plain fell completely, eerily silent. The mist stopped swirling, hanging dead in the air.

"Do you feel that, Auris?" Leon asked telepathically, narrowing his dual-colored eyes.

The earth is hollow beneath us, the dragon replied, his massive claws digging deep into the gray dirt, shattering the buried remains of obsidian headstones. A massive mana signature is rising. It dwarfs the previous four combined. It is ancient.

"Stand ready," Leon instructed, drawing the Blade of the Dragon God. The ethereal golden flames roared to life along the edge of the Mythic greatsword. "The final cycle."

Then, the ground didn’t just shake. It ruptured.

A fissure a hundred yards long opened in the center of the plain, violently tearing the remaining headstones in half. The sound was deafening, like a continent splitting apart. Two massive, skeletal hands, each the size of a small house and composed entirely of petrified void-rock, gripped the jagged edges of the chasm.

Pulling itself from the depths of the abyss was a titan of bone. It stood over a hundred feet tall, an ancient, colossal behemoth that completely blotted out the swirling purple sky.

Its massive skeletal structure was interwoven with veins of glowing, highly pressurized void magic. Its ribcage housed a literal maelstrom of swirling void storms—a trapped, localized hurricane of pure destruction—and its eyes burned like twin red suns staring down at the insignificance of the Vanguard.

[Final Cycle Encounter: The Grave-Titan, Ozymandias (Level 95)]

[Innate Talent: Colossal Density, Void-Storm Core, Absolute Annihilation]

Level 95. The absolute apex of the Abyssal Fracture.

"Level 95," Leon read, keeping his tone perfectly analytical, suppressing the instinctual human terror of standing before a moving mountain. "Look at the sheer scale of it, Auris. I acknowledge your raw power, Titan. That isn’t just a monster. That is a walking natural disaster."

Leon’s Supreme Comprehension talent immediately began breaking down the boss’s innate traits.

"Colossal Density means physical strikes without extreme penetration modifiers will bounce right off that petrified bone," Leon continued over the soul-bond, never taking his eyes off the towering colossus. "And that Void-Storm Core inside its chest is generating a localized weather system. It is a self-sustaining engine of entropy."

The Titan let out a roar that physically flattened the remaining headstones across the entire plain. The concussive shockwave hit Leon like a solid wall of iron. The force forced Leon to brace himself, actively triggering his Kinetic Resonance and digging his boots deep into the earth just to remain standing.

The Titan didn’t wield a weapon. It was the weapon.

Ozymandias raised its colossal right fist, reaching toward the necrotic green sky. The swirling maelstrom in its chest flared, channeling a terrifying volume of raw energy up through its spine and into its hand. It began gathering a massive, condensed sphere of pure, pitch-black void energy, preparing to wipe the entire sector off the map with the Absolute Annihilation talent.

"It’s charging a sector-wipe attack immediately upon spawning," Leon stated, his tactical mind racing through defensive calculations. "It doesn’t care about a drawn-out fight. It knows we are a threat, and it wants to erase us before we can establish a foothold. I cannot afford to let you dictate the pace of this battle, Titan."