TWINCEST CULTIVATION: a Tale of Vengeance

With the mini skull as the catalyst, something began to take shape inside the void of the gate.

Something horror.

A silhouette, at first, a swirling mass of bloody lightning and darkness, but then it began to solidify, slowly coalescing into something larger, something terrifying. A form of horror, towering in height, shifting like molten tar, with limbs that seemed to slither and writhe like snakes. Eyes—thousands of lightning like eyes—opened in the darkness, glowing like molten coals, each one watching with an intelligence far beyond mortal comprehension.

The air crackled with malice as the creature stepped forward, and with it came a wave of crushing pressure along with the darkness that spread.

The ground trembled, and blood lightning lashed out like serpents, each one seek but destruction .

Marshall had drawn his sword, the blade glowed ominously while his face grim. As the leader of the team, he was obviously the first to charge, his athletic frame surging forward with the force of a hundred elephants.

His sword swung down, smashing into the lightning that reached for him with a resounding crack. The strike from his sword destroyed the lightning, but it was only momentary. The lightning regenerated tendril, wrapping around his body in a blink of an eye.

"Not today!" Marshall roared, his muscles straining as he broke free, the lightning snapping under the force of his sheer strength.

His armor was no decorations, it has great power itself.

Lightning resistance was only of it's many ability.

But while he had his armor, the other wasn't. However—"Make it quick, my blessings are limited!" Noryl roared as she pushed floating and glowing yellow tattoos to her three teammates.

As Marshall attacked another lightning, Herling charged and swung his warhammer.

There was a sickening squelch as the huge blackish hammerhead sank deep into the monster's form, but the creature only recoiled for a moment before its body began to heal itself.

Out of nowhere, Allen appeared from the shadows, blades flashing as he danced through the mist, slicing at the creature's shifting form with precision with his greenish twin daggers. Each cut made the air sizzle, but the monster didn't bleed—only disintegrated into darkness before reforming. She cursed under his breath, spinning out of the way as a massive clawed hand reached for him.

"Dammit, obviously my poison ineffective!" he hissed.

Yorg loosed an arrow, the shaft crackling with energy, but it barely made a dent. The creature's form shimmered, and the arrow passed harmlessly through it. A deafening screech filled the air as the being's many eyes focused on Yorg.

"I don't think we can finish this one the usual way," he grunted, leaping back just as another claw swung in his direction. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

On the side, Yeva clearly conjured a shield, but in actuality it was a beacon that holding almost all the blood lightning. And just now, the giant shield with beastly jaw on it cracked.

She winced, trembling from the strain. "I... can't hold it much longer!"

"Then we take the fight to it!" Ronan shouted, his eyes burning with determination.

"Noryl, do your job!"

"I'm on it you mothertrucker!" far behind everyone, Noryl was sitting cross legged.

Her body shining, but not entirely, only the mystical tattoos that covered almost every part of her body.

Glancing at Noryl progress, Marshall swung his sword, and ark energy slashed toward the creature. It hit with a violent explosion, sending the being reeling, but only for a moment. It began to reform almost immediately, the energy absorbed into its mass as though it were nothing more than a passing gust of wind.

The creature's eyes blazed brighter, and it opened its maw wide—deafening, mind-numbing roar erupted from its throat, shaking the very earth.

The ground cracked open, and the sky itself darken.

"We haven't won yet," Marshall said through gritted teeth. "Get ready. We start now."

He know that starting now, the monster was no longer in introduction stage or just defending itself—it was ready to kill them.

Herling gripped his Warhammer tighter, the rune on its head pulsating as he channeled his mana. His jaw clenched as he heard his leader's order. "Spread out! Keep it distracted while I prepare the seal!"

"Seal?!" Herling yelled as he dodged a tentacle that slammed into the ground next to him, splintering the earth. He swung his warhammer in a wide arc, smashing through the attacking limb. "I thought we were killing this thing!"

"We will, but not with brute force!" Marshall's voice was sharp, his eyes locked on the creature. "Just trust me!"

"Is it the skull again?!" Allen screamed from the shadow.

Marshall didn't deny it, "Yes!"

How could they kill it? Even if Marshall could, he wouldn't. After all that skull was precious artifact lent by their client this time. Ignoring anything else, just it's price alone was something he wouldn't able to cover even if he sold his life.

And, 'It's as they said,' he looked at the monster grimly.

Their goal was to claim the cultivation method here, yes, but that's only the first task. The second and only-he-know important task was to awaken this monster and ultimately catch it.

'They better paid me more for this!' Marshall gritted his teeth.

Allen darted between the creature's flailing tendrils, his movements a blur of speed and precision. Each time she struck, his daggers carved glowing runes into its form. The creature hissed, its many eyes narrowing on her, and a massive clawed hand swiped through the air. He barely ducked in time, rolling to his feet with a smirk. "You're getting slow, big guy."

The creature growled, its form twisting unnaturally as more tendrils erupted from its back. They shot toward him, but before they could reach, a volley of glowing arrows rained down from above.

Yorg, perched on a tall rock, fired shot after shot, each arrow exploding on impact. The monster shrieked, its tendrils recoiling briefly, giving Allen time to retreat.

"Keep it up!" Yorg called, nocking another arrow. His hawk-like eyes scanned the creature's body for weak points. "It's faltering!"

Yeva stood behind the group, her face pale but resolute. Her shattered orb hovered in front of her, glowing with a soft, pulsating light. She whispered an incantation, her hands moving in intricate patterns, and a beam of golden energy shot toward the creature. It struck the monster's chest, and for a moment, its form wavered, the crimson lightning dimming.

The hunters pushed harder, sensing an opening.

The void-born roared again, its amorphous body expanding, dark mist pouring from its form. The mist thickened, swallowing the clearing, making it impossible to see beyond a few feet. The hunters moved cautiously, their breaths visible in the icy air.

Herling stepped forward, his massive frame cutting through the fog. "You think I'm afraid of a little smoke?!"

He swung his warhammer downward, the ground trembling under the force of his strike. The shockwave dispersed the mist momentarily, revealing the creature's towering form.

The monster retaliated with a massive tentacle, wrapping around his arm and lifting him into the air. The monster slammed him into the ground with earth-shattering force, and Herling cried out, blood spraying from his mouth.

"Get off him!" Allen shouted like a girl, leaping onto the tentacle. Her daggers plunged into the shadowy limb, carving glowing runes that sizzled and burned. The tendril writhed in pain, releasing Herling, who rolled to his feet, groaning.

The creature turned its focus on Allen, tendrils snapping toward him like vipers. He flipped backward, narrowly dodging each strike, but his movements were slowing. A tendril grazed his leg, and he stumbled, falling to one knee.

But Yorg was already moving.

From his perch, the young man loosed several shot at lightning speed, the arrows streaking through the air and embedding itself into one of the creature's many eyes. The monster howled, its form flickering.

"Now!" Yorg shouted. "It's vulnerable!"

Marshall thrust his sword into the ground, his voice rising in a chant. The blade glowed brighter, the runes etched along its surface igniting. The ground beneath the creature cracked and split, glowing with the same light. Magical chains erupted from the earth, wrapped around the monster's limbs, holding it in place.

The creature thrashed, its tendrils flailing wildly, but the chains held firm. "Yeva, reinforce it!" he yelled.

Yeva stepped forward, her broken orb spinning faster as she poured her energy into the chains. The golden light intensified, and the creature's struggles grew weaker.

But it wasn't done yet.

With a guttural roar, the monster's form began to change. Its body contracted, its many eyes closing as it condensed into a smaller, more solid form.

The hunters watched in horror as the creature re-emerged, now resembling a humanoid figure wreathed in smoke, with burning crimson eyes and claws that gleamed like obsidian.

It surged forward, breaking free of the chains in a burst of raw energy. The shockwave sent the hunters flying, slamming them into the ground. Yeva cried out as her orb shattered completely, the shards dissolving into nothingness.

The monster turned to Marshall, its claws raised. With blinding speed, it lunged.

Marshall barely managed to react, raising his sword to block. Accompanied by a deafening crack, he was thrown back, hitting the ground hard, his sword losing its glow as it clattering from his hands.

Herling roared, charging the creature with his warhammer. He swung with all his might, the weapon colliding with the monster's chest. The force sent it staggering back, but its crimson eyes blazed with fury. It retaliated with a swipe of its claws, and he was knocked aside, his armor dented and bloodied.

Allen and Yorg moved in unison.

The femboy darted low, his daggers slicing at the creature's legs, while Yorg fired a volley of arrows at its head. The monster staggered, and just as the hunters prepared for another wave of attack—

"It's boring."

The monster spoke with such a deep and ancient voice, causing everyone to shudder.

"Let's end it here. I have to wait for someone, and it'll disturb my goal if that woman managed to summon that disgusting thing." it spoke lazily.

Marshall and the other obviously know what he meant. Noryl, that seemingly frail woman was actually the strongest in the team. Not because her own strength but her ability to call upon a race of angel—one she can summon in particular, was a high ranked one.

But the monster didn't plan on letting that happen.

Giving no chance to the hunters, it opened it's moth and pulled out a chaotic orb.

It was like primordial, chaotic nuclear fission was forced into a bubble—And they, Allen, Herling, Yeva, Noryl, Marshall, all die a instant death.

They didn't even know what's the cause.

Their cognition didn't even realized they had died.

But they did died as dead as dead person could be.