The heat in the cavern intensified as Noah stepped deeper into the chamber. It was as if the very walls of the Abyssal Maw had come alive, pulsing with fiery energy. The air shimmered, thick with the oppressive weight of magic, the ground beneath his feet trembling as if in anticipation.
And then, he saw it.
The **Wyvern** was a colossal beast, towering in the center of the cavern. Its scales gleamed with an unnatural red hue, shifting like molten lava that crackled with every movement. The air around it seemed to distort, waves of heat radiating from its massive wings, which stretched out far wider than Noah's own wingspan. The beast was half-covered in jagged rock formations that acted as natural armor, but its eyes... those eyes burned with a wild, untamed fury that spoke of an ancient, primal intelligence.
For a moment, Noah just stood there, taking in the creature's immense size and overwhelming power. This was the final challenge, the one that everyone had been dreading. The **Level 5 Wyvern**, a creature born of lesser dragon blood. But to Noah, it was just another monster, one that would be slain with the same ease as the others.
He didn't feel the rush of excitement that many hunters might have. To him, the battle was already decided. It was just a matter of time before he claimed victory.
The **Wyvern's wings beat once, sending a shockwave of force through the chamber.** The air rippled with the sheer pressure of its power, and Noah felt the heat intensify, the temperature rising exponentially as the Wyvern prepared to attack.
The ground beneath his feet began to crack, molten lava bubbling up in the cracks as the Wyvern's presence ignited the very air. With a deafening screech, the creature unleashed a blast of fiery breath, the flames spiraling toward Noah like an unstoppable force.
Noah didn't flinch. His **Night Sovereign** class granted him a deep connection with the shadows, and he immediately melded into the darkness, vanishing from sight as the flames passed harmlessly through where he had been standing.
The Wyvern's fiery breath scorched the cavern floor, leaving behind a trail of molten rock. The beast roared in frustration, its massive head twisting to find its prey, but Noah was already behind it, moving with speed and precision.
He struck.
His blade, forged from the darkest of shadows, cut through the air in a flash. It was a clean, precise strike aimed at the Wyvern's vulnerable underbelly. But the creature was not unprepared. In an instant, the Wyvern twisted its body, its thick, armored scales protecting it from the attack. The blade scraped harmlessly off its scales, sending sparks flying.
The Wyvern's eyes locked onto Noah, its anger now focused solely on him. It let out a deafening roar, sending a shockwave of sound that reverberated through the entire cavern. The force of the roar was so powerful that the very walls of the dungeon shook, and Noah felt a momentary pressure against his ears.
But Noah wasn't shaken. He merely stepped back into the shadows, disappearing once more as the Wyvern's tail lashed out, sweeping the area with an explosive force. The tail struck the ground with a massive thud, sending chunks of stone flying into the air, but Noah was already gone.
His senses were heightened, attuned to every subtle movement in the air. The Wyvern was a formidable foe, but Noah was beyond its reach. He knew its weaknesses, knew the creature's movements before they even occurred. This was just a matter of strategy.
With a flick of his wrist, Noah summoned his **Shadow Blades**, dark tendrils of energy coalescing into twin weapons of death. The blades crackled with power as he surged forward, his speed increasing exponentially. He was a blur, an impossible figure of darkness and death as he struck with lethal precision.
The Wyvern's wings flared as it tried to retaliate, but Noah was already behind it, his shadowy blades slashing through the air in a devastating arc. The first blade struck the Wyvern's hind leg, cutting through its armor and drawing a deep gash. The second blade struck its side, just beneath the creature's massive wing joint.
The Wyvern screeched in pain, its wings flapping wildly as it staggered. But Noah wasn't done. He moved faster than the eye could follow, his blades flashing in and out of existence as he tore into the creature. Each strike was precise, aiming for weak points in the Wyvern's armor. The creature's scales cracked and splintered under the force of his attacks, but it wasn't enough to bring it down.
The Wyvern roared in fury, its fiery breath igniting the air once more. This time, Noah was ready. He melted into the shadows, disappearing just as the blast of flame engulfed the area where he had stood. The flames swept through the cavern, leaving behind a trail of destruction, but Noah had already reappeared on the far side of the chamber, his form flickering in and out of existence.
He could feel the Wyvern's power. The creature was strong, far stronger than anything he had faced before. But Noah's abilities were far beyond the typical hunter's. With each passing second, he grew more confident. He could feel the flow of energy in the air, the way the Wyvern's attacks were predictable, its movements too slow to catch him.
The creature's next attack was a **flurry of fiery blasts**, each one aimed at different locations, hoping to trap Noah within its flames. But Noah danced through the inferno, his form a flicker of shadow, slipping between the blasts with ease. His **Night Sovereign** abilities allowed him to move through the battlefield like a phantom, undetected, untouchable.
Finally, Noah decided it was time to end this. He gathered his energy, drawing upon the full extent of his power. The shadows around him grew darker, thicker, as if the dungeon itself had become a part of him. He raised his hands, summoning the full force of his **Night Sovereign** powers.
"Dark Requiem."
The air around him twisted as a massive wave of energy surged outward, coiling around him like a storm of shadow and death. The Wyvern's eyes widened in alarm, sensing the overwhelming power gathering in Noah's hands. It tried to retreat, its wings flapping desperately to escape, but it was too late.
Noah thrust his hands forward, and the shadows exploded outward in a wave of pure destruction. The Wyvern let out a final, deafening scream as the shadows engulfed it, the force of the blast tearing through its scales, shattering its body in a burst of molten blood and charred remains. The creature crumpled to the ground, its massive form now reduced to nothing more than a smoldering ruin.
As the dust settled, Noah stood there, his breathing steady, his expression impassive. The **Wyvern Orb** lay at his feet, a shimmering sphere of energy that pulsed with the power of the defeated beast. He reached down and took it, adding it to his collection.
**"1,000 points,"** he muttered under his breath, feeling a surge of satisfaction. The fight had been a spectacle, but ultimately, it had been nothing more than a display of his power.
Noah glanced around the cavern one last time, ensuring there were no other threats before he began to make his way out. His task was complete. The trial was over, and victory was his.
But there was still the matter of the other participants.