Chapter 391 – Twisted mind

I wove the bridge deftly and with incredible ease, the likes of which I hadn’t felt before. The extra stats flexed their muscles here, the Cunning allowing me to comprehend and visualise the complex patterns with so much more clarity, the Will allowing me to handle the mana and direct it to my wishes much easier.

It’s so nice!

When the bridge connects at last, my second Gravity Bomb has flickered out of existence and an extremely large, angry Crocodile is staring at me with pure rage in her eyes. Across her flank and toward her back leg there are chunks of flesh missing, carved out of her by the crushing force of gravity. The blood that leaks from the wounds sizzles into the vapour in an instant due to the incredible heat emanating from her body. Before I can try and speak to her, I notice her throat bulge impressively and I think it’s time to motor.

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“Vibrant! You still with me?”

“Yup-Yup! Ready to roll!”

“Great, let’s move!”


As I dashed away and tried to circle around the massive croc a huge gout of magma erupted from her mouth and landed behind me. HOT! Seriously hot! Lava now?! Is that the next level after flame? Weren’t happy with the super-hot coloured flames were you? Needed to take it to the next level? Sheesh!

Garralosh began to twist her body with shocking speed and the pressure of her magma spray increased exponentially all of a sudden. Hot lave flew at my face and I had to jump! My legs push down hard and I fly into the air as the spray of magma hit the ground right where I’d been.


She’s a lot quicker than she looks! I should have expected that, to be honest. She didn’t live this long and get as strong as she did without having a couple of tricks up her sleeve… Scales… whatever.

[So how does it feel to  get this old?] I ask her.

[KILL! HATE! CRUSH! KILL! HATE! CRUSH! KILL! HATE! CRUSH! KILL! HATE! CRUSH! KILL! HATE! CRUSH!] a deep and powerful voice raged in my mind.


Near bottomless depths of anger, fear and thirst for killing wash back against my thoughts through the mind bridge. Holy moly, her mind is a freakin mess. I’m not sure what I expected to find in there. A former human, thrown into the Dungeon and forced to live as a crocodile monster for over a hundred years, it would mess up a lot of people. But there is chaos in there. She’s completely nuts!

[Uh… How’s Crocodile life?]


[So… not great then?]

I’m starting to think I’m lucky to get words of any sort out of her at all. Thank goodness for mind magic. Not that I thought talking her down would ever work, but I’m starting to think no communication at all is going to be possible.

Instead, I’ll divert my energy to more standard tactics. My sub brains begin to craft horrible experiences and sensory tricks to send through the bridge and I devote my main mind to concentrate on the fight.

Only allowed on

“Still here Vibrant?”

“It’s hot, but I’m fine!”

She’s way faster than me, no chance she gets hit.

“Stick with me but don’t get too close, alright? It’s going to get hairy!”

It may have been unfortunate what happened to you, Garralosh, but I’m not going to hold back just because you were a human once! I gather my strength and dash once more, this time I don’t head around the enormous enemy, but straight toward her.

My nerves are firing on all cylinders and my antennae are blaring warnings at me. The glimpse of the future I can see isn’t pleasant! My enhanced nervous system fires so fast my brain barely has time to register before my body has begun moving. So quick! I throw myself to the left just in time to avoid a powerful burst of lava from that cavernous maw in front of me.

That’s one huge mouth! She could fit Tiny in there standing up! I shiver. Good thing I told my pets to hang back. Tiny would get carried away and eaten in about five seconds I think, and I doubt Crinis could do anything to this monster anyway. She’s just too damn tough.

My legs scrabble beneath me and I throw myself forward again closing in on the beast. That last dodge has thrown me off targeting her wounded side, I’ll have to make do with the healthy side. I zip past the open maw and slip past her front leg when my antennae blares a warning at me once more.

She’s crafty!

To my mind’s eye I can ‘see’ her middle leg rise, claws grasping to stomp down at my head. I roll left again, putting myself underneath her torso just as the claw stomps down, blasting a cloud of dust into the air from the sheer force of it.


If I got hit by that I’d be a pancake!  I’d pop like a balloon! Just what are her stats like, anyway! I roll myself back the other way and spin my body to angle my head properly. I sure as heck hope that this skill proves to be worth it. Rank four fused skill. The bite of destiny! Those searing scales burn before me as I make a small prayer to the pearlescent sheen of the great Gandalf’s beard and activate my new skill.


I worked so hard for this damn skill. Please be awesome, please be awesome.

The moment I activate it, I feel that something is different. My stamina depletes by a massive chunk all at once, enough to make me stagger as the drain leaves me light headed for a brief moment. But that doesn’t stop the skill from executing. The jaws of light that would normally appear and extend my range do not manifest. Instead, the jaws are dark and full of foreboding. Two metres beyond the reach of my own mandibles, they extend outwards and appear as a horrific mash of all three of my old bite skills combined.

Sharp, for piercing armour, bladed for cutting flesh, and flat to crush and crack, they are a nightmare of different surfaces designed to do nasty things to places monsters would rather not have nasty things happen to. I plunge forward with my head and those mighty jaws close on the fearsome scales of Garralosh!


Sparks fly as my mandibles grate along the scales, leaving deep trenches cut into them before halfway through my bite motion, the ‘teeth’ find a better purchase.


It’s a special feeling, when the enemies defences crumble before the incredible might of your face hands. Even if my face feels like it’s on fire, and my mandibles are starting to smoke, the sensation of the scales cracking and splintering before my might is a delight!

Not for Garralosh though, obviously.


She ‘aint happy.

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