Chapter 101: What Next?
The waters of the lake churned, then slowly grew still. The god of the lake was dead.
The silence that descended upon the shore of Yang Lake was absolute, profound, and utterly terrifying.
The only sound was the hissing of the boiling water where the Abyssal Maw Leviathan’s colossal corpse now lay, its immense bulk displacing a significant portion of the lake.
The tidal wave it created crashed against the distant mountainsides before receding, leaving the valley floor soaked and steaming.
Daniel stood on the shore, his chest heaving, his body screaming in protest from his earlier injuries, but his eyes blazed with triumphant victory.
He had done it. He had faced down a suppressed Level 60, SS-Grade beast, a creature that had been marked in the Academy archives as a world-ending threat, and he had won.
The S-Grade Blade of The Night in his hand felt warm, thrumming with a quiet, deadly satisfaction.
Ayra and Lia, who had been watching from the relative safety of the treeline, slowly emerged, their faces masks of utter, slack-jawed disbelief.
They had seen Daniel fight. They knew he was a monster. But this... this was different. This was beyond monstrous.
This was the stuff of legends, of gods.
"You... you killed it," Ayra breathed, her voice a faint, awestruck whisper.