Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Something’s Coming…
Jenavira stood completely still.

Seconds passed.

The air tensed.

Then the mist shifted.

A low rumble whispered through the floor as the fog rippled outward.

Marek snapped his head up. “Movement.”

The mist wall curled upward like rising smoke, thickening fast.

The ground beneath their feet pulsed once, then began stretching outward.

Dravin muttered, “The hell—?”

In seconds, the enclosed space morphed.

Mist and ground shaped themselves into a wide, circular chamber.

A dome.

Jenavira’s eyes narrowed. “There it is.”

And then—center stage—the mist twisted tighter, forming into a massive beast.

A long dragon took shape, silent but overwhelming.

No scales. No flesh. Just layered, pulsing fog wrapped around a glowing core.

Its eyes opened—slow, glowing pale blue.

Dravin took a step back. “Oh. Great.”

Jenavira’s lips curled into a half-smirk. “I was right.”

Dravin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, congrats. You win a dragon.”

Jenavira stepped forward, not drawing her blades yet. “So this is it.”

Sirelia glanced at her. “You think this is the trial?”

Jenavira nodded. “A mist guardian formed by mist. No energy signature. No prep time. Placed dead center in a sealed dome.”

She flicked her thumb across the hilt of one blade.

“This screams design. Not a chance.”

Dravin tilted his spear forward. “So what now? We hit it?”

Jenavira raised her head, eyes fixed on the creature.

“Only one way to find out.”

Marek clenched his fists. “You want to engage it directly?”

“No.” Jenavira cracked her neck once.

“I want to provoke it first.”

But before she could move—

FWIP—FWIP—SHING—

The air screamed as blades formed mid-air.

Dozens of mist-forged weapons—swords, scythes, and jagged spikes—hovered in a perfect circle.

Then they launched all at once.

“Scatter!” Jenavira barked.

The team dove into motion as the blades tore through their former position.

Sirelia rolled into cover behind a mist-shaped stone.

“Damn—it didn’t even need provoking.”

Jenavira narrowed her eyes, daggers drawn now, crouched low. “It’s a guardian.”

She clicked her tongue. “That confirms it. Automated aggression.”

Sirelia stood beside her, knives drawn. “Then we attack.”

“Fine,” Jenavira snapped.

“Let’s do this by the numbers.”

Marek extended both palms, closing his eyes. “Echo Pulse!”

A deep hum radiated outward.

The dragon flinched—but Marek’s brows furrowed.

“That glowing orb… it’s not the core.”

Jenavira glanced sideways. “Wait, what?”

“That thing in the chest—it’s a decoy. I scanned it. It’s just an ice ball.”

Dravin snorted. “So the thing’s got fake hearts now? Real cute.”

Sirelia looked at Marek. “Then where’s the real one?”

“I don’t know yet. Echo Pulse hit nothing vital.”

Jenavira’s eyes flicked toward the beast, which was closing in fast.

“We don’t have time to figure it out.”

“We ignore the core for now,” she ordered.

“Just fight. We adapt mid-battle.”

“Understood.” Marek activated another ability.

“Twilight Veil!”

A blanket of shifting shadow-mist enveloped the team, lowering enemy accuracy and blurring their movements.

“Visual disruption active!”

Sirelia crouched low and pulled three knives from her pouch.

She infused each one with pale blue and violet energy.

“Bloom Paralysis. Frost Trap Weave. Infused.”

She hurled them in a tight arc around the Mist Dragon.

The blades struck the ground and detonated softly.

They released cold pressure zones that slowed everything in their radius.

The dragon’s movement dulled slightly.

“Got it,” she called out.

“Paralysis field is spreading!”

Dravin surged forward from the flank. His beast, Venomire, pulsed inside him.

“Activating Venom Pulse!”

Green mist radiated from his body, weakening the beast’s toxin resistance.

“Debuff applied!”

He leapt in.

“Chainsting!”

His segmented spear unraveled and shot forward, piercing into the Mist Dragon’s left shoulder.

CRACK—

It sank in deep—poison injecting on contact.

Mist recoiled sharply as the dragon shrieked, twisting to counter.

Jenavira was already on the move.

She blurred and vanished—appearing on the dragon’s right side.

“Engaging in close combat.”

Her twin daggers shimmered with Duskhound’s power.

“Laceration Sweep!”

She slashed upward, the blades slicing through the dragon’s shoulder and dispersing part of its form.

The beast turned sharply, claws forming again.

Marek called out. “Pressure spike—watch for another barrage!”

Sirelia tossed another knife. “I’ve got a slow field ready!”

Dravin snarled, twisting his spear. “I’ll pin it down—go for its damn head!”

Jenavira didn’t answer.

She was already mid-air, spinning into a deadly arc.

“Duskhound Fangs—dual strike.”

Both daggers struck home—one in the base of the dragon’s neck, the other near its lower flank.

The fog exploded outward from the impact zones.

Jenavira landed in a slide and shouted, “Hit it harder! It’s reforming fast!”

Marek stepped up behind her, eyes glowing again.

“I’ve got another Pulse ready!”

Sirelia narrowed her eyes. “Let’s end this before it adapts again.”

Dravin tightened his grip. “Then we go all out.”

Jenavira smirked.

“Now we’re talking.”

But suddenly the Mist Dragon screeched, shifting the mist instantly.

FWIP—CLANG—SWISH—

Hundreds of new mist weapons formed in mid-air. They were no longer random.

They were precise.

Thinner, faster, sharper.

They spiraled toward the team in chaotic, deadly patterns.

“Scatter—NOW!” Jenavira barked.

Dravin dove left. Sirelia rolled right.

Marek ducked back, his cloak barely deflecting a blade that sliced his shoulder.

“Shit—it’s targeting vitals!”

Marek shouted, stumbling.

Sirelia threw up a cold mist wall, but five spears punched through it like paper.

One grazed her leg.

“Too fast—my traps aren’t holding it back anymore!”

Dravin deflected two strikes with his spear.

But a sudden mist hammer slammed into his side, launching him across the dome.

“Guh—!”

He hit the wall and dropped hard.

Jenavira weaved through a cluster of slashes, flipping up and over two curved daggers that aimed for her back.

“Focus!” she snapped.

She landed beside Dravin, dragging him upright.

“You good?”

He grunted. “Does it matter?”

“Not really.”

Another wave of weapons launched.

Marek raised both hands. “Shield pulse—twilight field reset!”

The veil snapped back into place, but the weapons tore through it like it wasn’t even there.

“They’re adapting too!” Marek roared.

“Then stop defending!” Jenavira shouted. “We go in NOW!”

Sirelia threw one last knife—it exploded in mist but barely slowed the dragon down.

She gritted her teeth. “Fine. Targeting the core, fake or not.”

Dravin coughed and stood. “Spear’s ready.”

Jenavira’s eyes gleamed. “Then let’s carve a path.”

She blurred again—faster this time. The fog resisted her movement, but she didn’t stop.

“Strike together!”

Dravin’s spear whipped forward—piercing through three mist shields in one thrust.

“Chainsting—BREAK!”

Sirelia hurled twin knives, one from each hand, targeting the dragon’s wings.

“Bloom Trap—LOCK IT DOWN!”

The dragon tried to rise, but the frost weave detonated, freezing its lower half in place for a second.

A single second.

That’s all they had.

Jenavira leapt high, twin daggers burning in her grip.

She twisted mid-air, angling the blades down—

“DUSKHOUND FANGS—CORE STRIKE!”