Transmigrating to Modern Earth from the Future-Chapter 105: The challenge

Lumen found a concealed vantage point within the rugged terrain, a rocky outcrop that offered both cover and a clear view of the sky. From there, he settled in, watching the Razorclaw Wyvern’s aerial movements with unwavering focus.

[Razerclaw Wyvern - Level 64]

This was the highest level beast he would be taking the challenge on so far, and he could only feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he kept his gaze locked on the formidable beast in wait.

Time passed slowly as he observed the majestic creature. The sun began its descent toward the horizon, casting an orange and crimson hue across the canyon. The wyvern continued to circle overhead, seemingly unaware of the threat lurking below.

As twilight descended, Lumen could feel his heartbeat quicken. The moment of truth was approaching. He knew he needed to time his attack perfectly to have any chance of success. The wyvern would land to rest or feed, and that’s when he would strike.

Hours went by, and the stars emerged in the night sky. Lumen’s patience was put to the test as he maintained his vigil. He couldn’t afford to make any mistakes in this critical moment.

Finally, as the moon reached its zenith, the wyvern began its descent. Its massive wings folded as it approached a rocky ledge in the canyon, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. It was time.

Lumen drew his spear, its blade glinting faintly in the dim light. He crept closer, moving with the utmost stealth. His heart pounded in his chest as he closed the gap between himself and the wyvern.

The wyvern touched down on the ledge with a heavy thud, its claws scraping against the rocky surface. Lumen could hear the creature’s deep, rhythmic breathing as it settled in for the night.

Now was the moment of truth. Lumen gripped his spear tightly and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the coming battle. With a swift and silent step, he approached the wyvern’s massive form.

He could see the wyvern’s wings, still partially unfurled. They were his target. Without them, the creature would be grounded, vulnerable to his attacks.

Lumen moved closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He was within striking distance now. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, he lunged forward, driving his spear into the base of one of the wyvern’s wings.

Lumen’s heart raced as he assessed the situation. The grounded wyvern was a formidable opponent, even without its ability to fly. Its sheer size and strength were daunting, and its fiery breath was a lethal threat.

With the wyvern’s fiery breath in mind, Lumen summoned a barrier of protective magic around himself once more. The protective shield shimmered with an ethereal light, ready to withstand the creature’s attacks.

The wyvern, still reeling from the pain of its wounded wing, let out another ear-splitting roar of rage. It eyed Lumen with malevolent intent, its fiery eyes locked onto his every move. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Lumen needed a plan, and he needed it fast. He couldn’t afford to engage the wyvern in close combat, not with its deadly jaws and talons. Instead, he decided to use his magic and agility to his advantage.

Taking a deep breath, Lumen focused his energy and cast a spell that created an illusionary duplicate of himself. The illusion mirrored his movements, creating confusion for the wyvern as it tried to discern which Lumen to attack.

The wyvern hissed and snapped its jaws at one of the illusory Lumens, allowing the real Lumen to dart to the side, out of harm’s way. It was a small victory, but every moment counted in this battle.

Lumen continued to dance around the grounded wyvern, his illusionary duplicates keeping the creature distracted. He summoned bursts of magical energy, sending them hurtling toward the wyvern’s exposed underbelly.

The wyvern howled in agony as the magical projectiles struck true, scorching its scales and causing it to writhe in pain. Lumen repeated the process, launching wave after wave of magical attacks, keeping the creature off balance.

But the wyvern was no pushover. Its fiery breath surged to life, and it unleashed a torrent of flames in all directions, attempting to catch Lumen in its deadly blaze. Lumen’s protective barrier held, but he knew he couldn’t withstand the attack for long.

Thinking quickly, Lumen created another illusionary duplicate of himself, this time placing it directly in the path of the oncoming flames. The wyvern’s fiery breath struck the illusion, dissipating harmlessly in a burst of illusory flames.

With the wyvern momentarily disoriented, Lumen seized the opportunity. He closed the distance between himself and the creature, his spear poised for a deadly strike.

With all his strength, Lumen thrust his spear into the wyvern’s exposed flank. The blade sank deep into the creature’s flesh, eliciting another agonised roar.

But the wyvern was not done yet. With a swift and powerful movement, it swung its massive tail, attempting to strike Lumen and send him flying. Lumen, however, had anticipated the move. He leaped high into the air, soaring above the wyvern’s tail and landing safely on the other side.

Lumen knew he had to finish the battle quickly. The wyvern’s wounds were taking their toll, but it still possessed formidable strength. With a final, determined effort, he summoned all his magical energy and channelled it into a powerful spell.

The wyvern let out a deafening screech of pain and fury as Lumen’s spear pierced its flesh. It thrashed and recoiled, but Lumen held on, determined to incapacitate the creature.

With a final, powerful thrust, Lumen severed the wyvern’s wing tendon. The beast let out another agonised cry and collapsed to the ground, its massive form writhing in pain.

Lumen stepped back, his spear at the ready. He had achieved his goal—the wyvern was grounded. But the battle was far from over.

The wyvern, now unable to take flight, turned its attention to Lumen. Its eyes glowed with a fiery rage as it lunged at him with its powerful jaws. Lumen narrowly avoided the snapping maw, rolling to the side and coming up on his feet.

He knew he had to keep his distance from the creature’s deadly bite. Lumen chanted a quick incantation and summoned a protective barrier of magic around himself. The wyvern’s jaws snapped against the barrier, the force of the impact causing the creature to recoil.

Lumen took advantage of the momentary reprieve. He hurled a barrage of magic-infused spears at the wyvern, striking it with precision. The creature roared in pain, its scales smoking from the magical onslaught.

But the wyvern was far from defeated. It thrashed about, its remaining wing flailing dangerously. Lumen knew he needed to finish the battle quickly, before the creature could regain its footing.

With a final, desperate effort, Lumen closed the gap between himself and the wyvern. He leaped onto the creature’s back, narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws. Gripping his spear with both hands, he drove the blade deep into the wyvern’s neck.

A torrent of blazing, arcane energy shot forth from Lumen’s outstretched hand, striking the wyvern with incredible force. The creature let out one last, deafening roar before collapsing to the ground, its life extinguished.

He had done it. He had defeated the formidable Razorclaw Wyvern.

As the adrenaline of battle began to ebb, Lumen took a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. The moonlight bathed the canyon in an eerie, otherworldly glow, casting long shadows across the rocky terrain.

Lumen’s chest swelled with pride and satisfaction. He had faced a mighty adversary and emerged victorious. It was a testament to his training, his determination, and the power of his Mystic Warlord class.

But there was no time to linger. Lumen knew he needed to collect proof of his victory—a trophy from the Razorclaw Wyvern that he could present to the Adventurer’s Guild as evidence of his success.

With steady hands, he carefully severed one of the wyvern’s deadly claws, a formidable trophy of his triumph. He cleaned and preserved it, knowing it would serve as a testament to his skill and courage.

Lumen’s thoughts turned to the quest board back in Veridia. He had completed his mission, but there were still challenges and adventures awaiting him. The world was vast, and his journey was far from over.

Lumen stood panting and covered in sweat, his body trembling from the intense battle. He had done it. He had defeated the formidable Razorclaw Wyvern, relying on his wits, agility, and the magic of his Mystic Warlord class.

As the adrenaline of battle began to ebb, Lumen collected a trophy from the fallen wyvern—a talon, sharp and deadly. It would serve as evidence of his victory when he returned to the Adventurer’s Guild.

Lumen knew that this battle had pushed him to his limits, but it had also shown him the true extent of his capabilities. He had faced a formidable adversary and emerged victorious, proving that he was a force to be reckoned with in this new world of adventure and danger.