First Celestial Being Extraction

"[Ultra swing Fyrestorm: Inferno Ascendancy Lightsaber (Red)]!"

Trent, with his slender frame, was like a slim burning branch compared to the Boss' massive figure. Yet, as he channelled his Manifestation through his gaming weapon, the lightsaber extended like a long, crackling whip, terrifyingly powerful and capable of inflicting significant damage. With a blinding flash of fiery light, his weapon clashed with the colossal axe of the Boss. Boom!

The impact of channelled Mana against channelled Mana sent a visible shockwave through the igneous field of the Dungeon, powerful enough to claim the lives of both goon creatures and Taurian warriors alike. The force of their collision was marked by two resounding booms, with Trent's weapon contributing more to the explosive power. For a brief moment, Trent's slim weapon held firm against the massive axe, energy from his [Fyrestorm] surging and crackling, veining into the axe. With another explosive blast, the axe shattered into a million pieces, sending shards of igneous rock flying in all directions.

The uncontrollable, raw flames of [Fyrestorm] spread wildly after the impact, the destruction of the Boss' weapon causing her to stagger back and roar in defiance. Her massive, rocky chest heaved as she bellowed, "Impossible! Where do you source such power, human?!"

Trent didn't reply, he was still powered with [Fyrestorm] and so was his lightsaber, that had been blazing with Essence, he had fused Mana into as well. With an open space to the Boss' full breasts, and his leap still active, Trent swung again to inflict physical damage on her.

"[Upholding Geyser Shield]!" The Boss roared, raising her arms. A torrent of blood and lava erupted from the ground, forming a momentary barrier between her and the Darth Assassin.

Trent's buffed lightsaber, which he had increased its length, sliced through the 20-inch thickness of blood and lava with perfect precision, managing to graze the Boss' chest—a perfect slice between her breasts. She let out a shriek that shook the ground of the level three Dungeon and instinctively swatted Trent away with a palm fifty times larger than him.

Trent immediately regained his bearings and cursed himself for not anticipating the Boss' move. Using Essence energy, he softened his landing, performing a precise roll and springing up to one knee, his lightsaber outstretched defensively. His [Fyrestorm] visors locked onto the Boss, who was already healing that scar on her chest with channelled Mana. "[Divine Rejuvenation]!" she had roared.

Trent swiftly retracted his lightsaber, undeploying it to free his hands for something more potent. He aimed to manifest a new, powerful technique of [Fyrestorm]. He felt the familiar warmth igniting within his core, a pulsing energy that thrummed with the potential of destruction. Visualizing the swirling subordinate Manifestation of [Fyrestorm], he extended his palms forward, focusing intently. The heat within him intensified as the flames responded to his command, and the air around him shimmered with the rising temperature. Flames danced along his body and extended limbs, wrapping him in a blazing aura.

"You are a pestilence to my reputation as the Boss of a Major Dungeon, Nightingale!" The Boss roared, manifesting as well. "[Surge of Wrathing Path: Swift Engulfing Divine]!"

The Boss' Manifestation, [Surge of Wrathing Path: Swift Engulfing Divine], granted her the ability to charge forward, her body mass liquefying and coalescing into a surge of molten lava and dangerous blood that engulfed, poisoned, and incinerated everything in her path as she moved, leaving only a trail of destruction behind.

With [Surge of Wrathing Path: Swift Engulfing Divine], the Boss moved like a comet, zooming into the dark sky of the Dungeon and tearing through it, curving around and projecting a trajectory toward Trent, who was on one knee, cultivating.

"..."

"[Fyrestorm]...." Trent began, his voice a low rumble as ribbons of fire erupted from his back and intertwined with his outstretched arms. "[Dome Of Drake]!" he yelled, finalizing the Manifestation. The ribbons of fire twisted and twisted, turning and weaving more fiercely until they formed the figure of a dragon's head. The fiery head had sharp horns, fierce eyes, and a wide mouth with a forked tongue flicking out.

The dragon's head roared to life, growing larger until what would have been its neck became Trent's arms. Flames streaked from its wise whiskers as Trent launched it forward with a jab of his arms, creating a blazing, fiery path that only Trent's body could endure.

[Swift Engulfing Divine] zoomed downward, and [Dome of Drake] entangled upwards, the two massive Manifestations colliding within seconds. The thunderous impact sent fire and blood scattering everywhere. As they met, the fiery dragon head began to wrap around the comet-shaped Boss, engulfing her in flames and wrenching her body. Trent could hear her monstrous scream of agony, which only drove him to power [Dome Of Drake] even more.

The intensity of [Dome Of Drake] effortlessly halted the trajectory of [Swift Engulfing Divine], leaving the Boss suspended in the air, roasted by the twisting, intermingling flames that wrapped around her. Even the warring centaurs couldn't believe such power could be wielded by an entity at this age.

The Boss had to retract to her colossal form and unmanifest [Swift Engulfing Divine] as the flames still wrenched on her. "You have done it, human!" she thundered with a hint of pain within all the defiance. "I must destroy you! [Surge of Wrathing Path: Monumental Spikes]!" The Boss commanded and also added, "[Rain Of The Arteries: Upgraded]!"

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath Trent's feet and everywhere else as well. He knew what [Rain Of The Arteries] was—she had used it before in her first form as an Orc, which meant a horde of blood crystals would come raining down at any moment. But he had no idea about [Monumental Spikes] and was curious to see how it would turn out. Trent relieved his current subordinate Manifestation, placing his hand on the ground to feel the tremors. 'Now, what is this?' he thought.

Suddenly, an eruption occurred beneath him, but with his swift agility, he was able to boost himself into the air with a puff of Essence energy. [Monumental Spikes] was a Manifestation that prompted hardened lava to erupt from the ground as spikes. 'Shit!' Trent thought. 'Spikes from below, spikes from above. Very deadly, ma'am, very deadly!'

In the moment of being in the air, the two similar Manifestations of the Boss coming from up and down, Trent took a look at the terrain of the Dungeon. The centaurs were still in battle with the creatures, and some of the unearthing spikes had impaled a few centaurs and creatures as well. He heaved and channelled his Mana again.

'I know you're weak now,' Trent whispered to himself, his eyes locked on the Boss. 'I see the distance you're keeping. This last strike will surely destroy you, and your Core will be mine.' Trent weaved [Fyrestorm] around him, preparing a Manifestation he had used before, back when he was about to kill Zhen, the she-devil he had fucked.

"[Fyrestorm: Dart Of Flame]," Trent proclaimed its name, hovering in the air with his arms taking the position of an archer as the spikes closed in on him in a cinematic moment. The Boss's eyes widened as she recognized the Manifestation, but she did little to block it, instead ruefully accepting her fate.

"Unleash," Trent said to himself, letting go of the flaming nock. He watched from his perspective as the flaming arrow streaked through the air, tearing through the darkness at unimaginable speed and zeroing in on the Boss.

The arrow struck with pinpoint accuracy, embedding itself into her chest and seeping into her massive body. There was a brief moment of stillness as the spikes closed in on Trent, and it seemed as though nothing would come from his [Dart Of Flame].

Suddenly, an outburst of flame erupted from the point where the arrow had struck, spreading rapidly to other parts of her body and consuming her instantly. "Nooooooo!" she wailed, her Manifestations deteriorating away.

Trent smirked and zoomed toward her flame-engulfed body. He landed on one of her breasts, which seemed like a mountain to him, holding on to the nipple like a mountain climber. "[Doublet Fist]!" he proclaimed, delivering a massive punch into the heart of the Boss, ripping out her Mana Core that he could sense within.

Once Trent ripped out the large, blazing Core of energy, it began to seep into him. The Boss's massive form immediately lost life and crumbled into mere igneous rocks, all her current Manifestations fading away, including the Creatures.

The centaurs stared at the sky in disbelief as a torrent of Mana spaghettified into Trent, who absorbed it like a maniac. Now, all the Boss's Manifestations, including the Dungeon itself, could be wielded by Trent Docker.

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Name: Nightingale

Race: Human (1)

Role: Darth Assassin

Manifestations: Seven(4)

Beasts Tamed: None

Essenced equipments: Two

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Role Influence

- **Level**: Exceeding Rank

- **Strength**: 400000/10

- **Dexterity**: 40000/10

- **Agility**: 40000/10

- **Intelligence**: 40000/10

- **Wisdom**: 40000/10

- **Charisma**: 40000/10

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Manifestations Lore

- **Doublet Fist** (...)

- **\Fyrestorm/** (...)

- **Flash Strike** (...)

- **\Surge Of Wrathing Path/** (...)

- **\Internal Disruption/** (...)

- **\Creaturea Of The Blood Void/** (...)

- **Teleportation** (...)

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Essenced Equipments Array

- **Dungeon Boss- Hazula's Staff**

- **Dungeon Boss- Hazula's Necklace**