For a moment, nothing happened.

Then...

A thin line appeared across the Wolf King's neck.

Its entire head slid off.

SHIIINGGG—

Its body collapsed heavily. Even berserk regeneration couldn't save it. That attack hadn't simply cut flesh—it had annihilated life. A technique designed not to wound—but to erase.

The rest of the wolves froze—then fled back into the mist, terrified beyond reason. The body of their tyrant king fell to ash.

Xavier didn't look back.

His eyes were already on the Sentinel Behemoth.

The ground trembled as the titan lifted its colossal stone head to stare at him. It had witnessed the death of a monarch—and now recognized a singular truth.

This human… was a threat to the dungeon.

The Behemoth's full power flared.

Mountains cracked. Poison geysers erupted. The dungeon roared in response.

Xavier rolled his shoulder casually, as though warming up.

"Now that you don't have your little lapdog," he said calmly, "let's finish this."

He clenched his dagger.

Moonlight surged—spiraling into violent crescents around his arms.

The Behemoth lowered its stance, stone claws digging deep into the ground. Poison veins pulsed across its massive body like glowing roots.

It lunged.

The battlefield collapsed under the force of its charge—earth folding like paper, rocks thrown into the air like broken spears. It slammed a colossal arm down.

CRAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!

A seismic shockwave exploded outward, shattering stone and pulverizing terrain. Xavier leapt, spinning into the air just before being flattened. The Behemoth ripped chunks of land free and hurled them like meteors.

Xavier cut them apart mid-air—each slash releasing a burst of crescent moon energy.

The Behemoth roared—a sound so deep that Xavier felt it through his bones rather than heard it. It jabbed a mountain-sized fist toward him.

He dodged.

Barely.

The fist skimmed past—brushing his Moonshield—and even with his barrier active, his marrow felt the pressure.

He landed and exhaled slowly.

"Hah… figures. Dungeon Guardian isn't going to fall in one strike."

He rolled his neck as moonlight flared around him again.

"Guess I should get serious now."

He gathered energy—not small pools of mana like before—but a torrent. Silver aura burst skyward, twisting violently in a spiraling cyclone.

The Behemoth sensed danger—and responded with its own power. Enormous runic lines glowed beneath it, pulsing as it awakened deep dungeon magic.

Earthquake runes. Poison runes. Gravity runes.

—This was a beast that had devoured magic cores for a century. Its body itself had become a fortress of spell formations.

The runes ignited.

The dungeon shifted.

The Behemoth raised itself fully—towering like a walking mountain—and unleashed its might.

Both forces collided. Silver moonfire vs. earth-shattering ruin.

The world shook—not metaphorically—literally. The dungeon sky splintered with mana lightning. The battlefield terrain warped into jagged ruins.

And Xavier—

He charged forward.

Straight at the Guardian.

Like a silver star firing toward the earth.

He didn't retreat.

Didn't hesitate.

Didn't falter.

Because this was the path he walked—

Through gods. Through beasts. Through anything that stood in his way.

He raised his blade.

"Let's end this—!!"

The Sentinel Behemoth's roar tore through the land like a collapsing world.

Xavier clashed with it head-on—his dagger blazing with moon essence—but the moment their powers collided, reality hit him.

KAAAAAANG!!

The impact jarred every joint in his body. His blade—enhanced by condensed lunar energy, capable of slicing enchanted metal—failed to cut. The Behemoth's stone armor didn't just block his strike—it laughed at it. Sparks of silver and molten rock sprayed outward as the force of the collision tore the battlefield apart.

Xavier slid back, boots carving trenches in the earth. He grimaced, staring at his dagger.

"Didn't even scratch it," he muttered. "What the hell is this thing made of?"

The Behemoth responded with violence—its colossal arm swung again in a brutal arc. Xavier leaped, rolling mid-air as the attack struck the ground behind him.

DOOOOOOOOM!!!!

The land split open. A deep ravine up to a hundred meters long formed instantly. If that blow had connected, he would've been paste.

The Sentinel roared again—earth energy surging from its body in waves. Spikes erupted from the ground at random angles, forcing Xavier to weave between them like a phantom. He closed the distance again—ducked under a tail strike—slash!—slash!—two clean attacks to its hind joints.

No damage.

He clicked his tongue.

He moved to the underside of the beast—stabbed at what should have been softer terrain.

CLANG!!!

Again—no penetration.

He slashed at the stomach seam—one of the classic weak points of colossal creatures.

No good.

He shot toward its spine.

Nothing.

Neck?

Nothing.

Even its eyes—when he tried jabbing one—had a transparent stone membrane that dropped over them, like a natural shield.

"Tch... even your eyes are armored? Annoying bastard."

The Behemoth wasn't passive—it attacked relentlessly. Xavier had to evade every half-second.

A punch—BOOOOM!!!

A tail swing—SMAAAAASH!!!

A stomp—KRAAAAACCKKK!!!

A poison blast erupting from cracks in its skin—SHHHHHHHHH!!!

Each missed strike left devastation behind it. Entire formations of stone collapsed. Poison craters boiled violently. Entire hectares of dungeon terrain were erased by collateral destruction.

And Xavier—threaded through it all like a silver blur. He was faster. But speed was meaningless unless he could kill.

"Everything has a weakness," he muttered under his breath, dodging a shockwave and sprinting up the Behemoth's arm. "There's no such thing as perfect defense."

He landed on its back—skidded across serrated spines—then shoved his dagger between two massive thick fur .

Skkkk—tch!

There.

It didn't go all the way in—but it bit. Just slightly.

"There you are."

He scanned the armor with killing instinct—now honed to divine caliber thanks to god-tier class affinity. He noticed it—the Behemoth's body was segmented—but only one point of separation existed between its thoracic and spinal armor plates.

A natural mobility gap.

The only place its armor shifted even slightly.

A hidden weak point.

He grinned.

"Found you."

But attacking it won't be easy. That gap only appeared during movement. If the Behemoth was still, the armor locked tight.

He'd have to bait it.

He leaped off its back and landed before it—with a taunting aura that could provoke even gods.

"Come on!" he roared, slamming his heel into the earth and sending moonlight crashing forward.

The Behemoth answered with fury.

It charged so violently that the land caved beneath it.

Xavier darted forward—ducked a colossal fist—rolled under a giant swing—vaulted off a stone spike—and landed at the perfect angle as its torso twisted.

The gap appeared.

His dagger flashed—

"Moon Fang—Sever."

SLAAAAAASSSSHHHH!!!

A brutal burst of lunar energy formed a cutting drill at the dagger point—the blow pierced the exposed section—deep—driving through earth armor and corrupt flesh.

The Behemoth let out a hellish scream, shaking the dungeon to ruin. The amount of pain it must have felt was inhuman. Poison geysers erupted from its body. The ground broke as it thrashed madly, swinging in catastrophic rage.

But Xavier wasn't unharmed.

His dagger—

Was stuck.

The Behemoth's body convulsed violently, dragging him with it. He was thrown back, slammed into stone, barely catching himself with his boots before dropping.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and watched.

The wound he inflicted—it wasn't healing. Instead, it was rotting outward. Moon essence ate into the flesh like a holy infection.

Xavier smirked.

"So you can bleed."

The Behemoth tore at its own body like a mindless titan—but every movement widened the wound. Lunar energy spread deeper, hour by hour—no, second by second.

He reached to his hip. Only one dagger left.

He exhaled.

"Break your body all you want…" he said, walking toward the Behemoth, aura slowly rising again. "I'm not done."

His aura sharpened—pure killing intent blazing around him like a silver war flame.

"I'm going deeper—"

"—Straight into your core."

And with that—he sprinted back into the storm of destruction—alone, fearless, and hungry for the kill.

The Sentinel thrashed in agony—each wild swing of its colossal wolf-like limbs shattered whole sections of the dungeon floor. Poison geysers erupted from its body, boiling through the ground like volcanic sludge. Dust and ruin blanketed the sky.

Xavier moved through the chaos like a ghost draped in moonlight.

He slid under a falling stone pillar. Dodged a torrent of venom acid spewing from a broken fang. Parried a boulder mid-air with one blade. He was calm—focused—merciless. The wounded titan before him was still a walking apocalypse, but Xavier had already pierced its armor. Now, all that remained…

Was to finish it.

His remaining dagger crackled with moon essence.

"One more," he murmured. "All I need is one clean strike."

The Sentinel sensed his presence and slammed a colossal fist down—the impact crater was big enough to swallow a town square. Xavier vanished just before impact, leaving behind fragments of silver aura.

Reappearing behind the Behemoth, he charged again—aiming straight for the spreading wound in its side.

But just as he closed in—

A massive tail whipped toward him at sonic speed.

Xavier crossed his arms mid-air and braced—Moonshield flaring—

KAAAAAANG!!!

He was launched across the battlefield, cracking through jagged stone before crashing hard. He exhaled sharply, blood running from his nose.

He wiped it clean—and smiled.

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