Ragnarok

The Dungeon altered its shape once again, stretching its mass and occupying much more space, as large as a community now. The blood all around erupted with chaos, trembling the ground as lava ejected as well, with hot steam rising. 'What the heck?' Trent thought. The Dungeon had started to take on a hellish appearance—a mix of lava and blood—as its ceiling reached as high as the sky.

Suddenly, with all the chaos of the apocalyptic Dungeon, the ground trembled more ferociously as something monstrous began emerging from the ground of blood and lava. A towering figure, as large as a giant, started filling up the space of the Dungeon, erupting with a blast of blood and lava. A colossal giant was emerging! Trent found her strikingly similar to Surtur, with her bloody horns that crushed the walls of the Dungeon and her massive, lava-filled upper body. The rest of her didn't surface, only her upper body.

'Nah, there's no fucking this one, then' Trent whispered to himself as he stared at the huge creature giving a loud shriek. Her eyes were lava-red, and so were the massive, flame-wreathed breasts that were definitely not attractive at the moment. The nipples were even as large as Trent!

The Dungeon grew much larger, displaying volcanic plains and pools of blood here and there. Nonetheless, Trent still found himself in the middle of that blood marking.

She gave a villainous laugh, her head seeming to be lost in the clouds of the Dungeon. "I grow with every form you conquer, with every seed you deposit in me. Now, it's time you face death and grant me entrance to the Paradox!" she thundered like a god. She was indeed a god, like a Jotun, moving around her Dungeon seamlessly with the help of the blood and lava.

Trent manifested his lightsaber, the familiar hum of the weapon echoing through the chaotic Dungeon. Now, he truly understood why such a creature had been banned from the Paradox by the Beasts she had mentioned. 'So, there are hundreds more Bosses like her in other Dungeons?' Trent couldn't help but ask himself. The thought alone was terrifying. If any indigene dared to enter through the second gateway or any gate rifts, they would surely die. Their inability to channel Mana meant they'd be helpless against Bosses like this, granting an open path for these creatures to invade the Paradox.

'Eek!' Trent winced internally. 'It's gonna be like an outright apocalypse, but first, let me concentrate and wipe out this third-level Boss.' He powered his lightsaber with Channelled Essence, readying himself for the battle ahead.

Trent had started to cultivate a new Essence Manifestation, channelling the Essence within him, eyes set on the gigantic creature when he heard a rumbling sound, growing nearer and louder by the second. He turned to face the source of the noise, his gaze skimming the igneous plains of the Dungeon until it settled on the portal, which was now open. 'It seems someone entered?' 

Suddenly, a chorus of feminine war cries pierced the air of the level-three Dungeon. In the distance, at a vantage point, a horde of centaurs emerged, their hooves thundering against the ground, the source of the rumbling. Trent quickly recognized the species. It was the first he had encountered, and he hadn't forgotten that one of them had killed him before. He could easily identify them by the way their bouncing titties danced in all directions as they charged forward with their staffs and weapons.

"Ah! I loathe you Archequines!" the gigantic Boss hissed, her voice reverberating through her vast Dungeon. "Fierce and rageful, but fruitless in your efforts. Once Mana Channellers, who lost their way! Now subject to Essence and staffs! Pathetic!" She let out a deafening roar, waving her massive hand over Trent, who stood momentarily stunned. "[Creatures Of The Blood Void]! Wipe their teats clean!" she bellowed, summoning and ordering her minions to attack.

An army of blood-bound and lava creatures manifested from the depths of the third-level Dungeon, each one far larger and visibly more formidable than the shadowy figures Trent had faced on the first level.

[A-Level Creatures]

One would say they looked humanoid, but their arms were too muscular for such, their lower limbs slimmer and jagged lava claws with gnashing blood drooling canines were monstrous as they stood menacingly, forming ranks.

The battlefield was set. The centaurs charged with audacious resolve, using their own body part as a beast of burden, while the manifested creatures approached as well, with a faster but more erratic speed.

"And as for you, aspirant! I feel your single Mana Manifestation within you! It and your overall massive core will be mine!" the Boss rumbled, stretching out her colossal arm, which nearly spanned the curvature of the Dungeon. "[Colossal Hache]!" she proclaimed, and a gigantic axe, designed in the same fiery, blood-soaked theme of the Dungeon, manifested in her monstrous palm with a coalescing energy.

Trent braced himself, ready for launch, the tip of his blazing lightsaber caressing the bloody ground. "Oh, you mean [Fyrestorm]? Very special—my first, actually. But it's your core I'll be extracting today," he said, pausing briefly as the growls of the creatures and the yells of the centaurs echoed in the distance. "And besides, I'm not just an aspirant. My name's Nightingale, given to me by an outstandingly hot goddess who sent me here to eliminate threats like you!" Trent yelled as he leaped into the air, his Essence boosting him, his lightsaber blazing brighter than ever.

"Then, bring it on Nightingale!"

In that instant, as his weapon aimed to strike downward, the Boss brought forth her forged axe to defend her colossal form. Trent channelled the Mana within him to manifest an ability he had used before. 

"[Fyrestorm]!" He yelled. "[Inferno Ascendancy]!" 

His body became engulfed in real flames, the fire spreading to his lightsaber as well. "[Ultra swing Fyrestorm: Inferno Ascendancy Lightsaber (Red)]!