Beast Hack: Customizing Beasts and Capturing Beauties - Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Loreia Finally Got Serious
The battlefield twisted.

The ground beneath them dissolved into reflective glass.

The sky became a warped void of mirrored fragments and glowing crescent sigils.

Time lost rhythm. Sound fell silent.

Silver Moon Domain: Activated.

Luna stood at the far edge.

She extended one hand lazily toward Loreia.

“Your Lorien’s interesting.”

“Luck, healing, light… Even fate bends for you.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“But let’s see if it can bend around this.”

She vanished.

A silver streak tore through the domain.

Luna reappeared behind Loreia mid-strike.

Her cannon arm fired off a curved blast of cursed ice and illusion flame.

Loreia’s feet didn’t move.

She stood there calmly as the energy washed toward her—

—but the blast veered off course.

It swirled sideways, struck nothing, and disappeared into the mirrored terrain.

“Probability skip,” Luna muttered. “Expected.”

Her hand twitched.

Four crescent blades shot forward, shifting into dark water mid-air.

Then froze into jagged ice just before impact.

Lorien’s light shimmered again.

The ice cracked and reversed direction.

One shard embedded itself into the wall.

Another spun off and nearly clipped Luna’s ankle.

Luna smiled. “It’s not just defensive. It’s redirective.”

She floated backward and pointed.

“Then let’s remove defense entirely.”

Silver Moon Authority: Engaged.

The environment warped. Shadows elongated unnaturally.

Luna’s presence multiplied.

Six mirrored illusions stepped forward alongside her.

Each bore a different elemental signature: curse, shadow, water, ice, illusion, and reflection.

Loreia’s eyes narrowed. She flicked her spear.

She formed feathered layers of radiant shielding.

The first illusion struck.

Darkness coiled from its palms, exploding into chains of cursed energy.

Loreia swung the spear—three chains dissolved instantly.

But the second illusion stepped in.

Frost mist surged from its legs and encased Loreia’s right foot.

Her movement slowed.

The third illusion blasted her with a burst of mirrored flame.

Something that looked like fire but carried no heat.

Instead, it reversed her field of vision.

The world flipped. Left became right. Front became behind.

Loreia growled softly and planted her spear.

Lorien pulsed, restoring orientation in a shimmer of light.

But it wasn’t fast enough.

The fourth illusion stabbed her in the side with a blade of cursed glass.

Blood splattered the air.

Loreia flinched, barely stepping back in time to deflect a second thrust.

Her shoulder guard was split. Skin bruised.

The edge of the wound shimmered unnaturally.

Lorien quickly tried to reverse it.

Luna’s real body approached now, no longer smiling.

“You’re bleeding, big sis.”

Loreia didn’t answer.

Lorien shifted behind her, turning into a mirrored guardian with glowing wings.

It was trying to project a new healing dome.

The light began to rise.

Then Luna snapped her fingers.

All the illusions vanished—and so did the ground.

Loreia fell.

A split-second later, the battlefield reset.

She reappeared above the mirrored field—off balance. Vulnerable.

That was the opening.

Luna dashed up from below, cannon charging.

“Let’s see how miracles handle reality distortion!”

The cannon blast landed directly on Loreia’s lower abdomen.

It crashed through the partial shield, slamming her into the mirrored terrain.

She hit hard. The reflective ground cracked.

Blood trailed from her lip.

She coughed once but slowly pushed herself up again.

Luna floated overhead, breath steady but eyes sharp.

“Still standing?”

Loreia lifted her head.

“…Obviously.”

She stood slowly, brushing aside the cracked feathers of Lorien’s half-mended cloak.

“And it seems,” she said, rotating her shoulders.

“That when both of us wield Divine-tier beasts…”

“My fortune can’t really do much.”

Luna descended slowly.

“Finally figured that out?”

Loreia’s lips twitched into a thin smile.

“Good. Because I’m done being lucky.”

She stabbed her spear into the ground.

Lorien’s feathers pulsed out like rings across the floor.

Silver sparks gathered behind her.

Wings of radiant flame and shifting energy grew from her back.

The spear liquefied, reshaping into a two-handed radiant cannon.

The barrel pulsed with gentle waves, but the core howled with fate-twisting energy.

Luna frowned.

“That’s not just a weapon…”

Loreia’s hand closed on the handle.

“It’s Lorien’s Judgment Pattern.”

Her voice hardened.

“Let’s see if your illusions can survive certainty.”

Without warning, she fired.

The recoil threw Loreia back a meter.

Luna’s Silver Moon Domain warped violently to counter.

Multiple reality layers formed in defense:

Mirrors, phantoms, ice-shells, illusions stacked over illusions.

The ray pierced all of them.

Luna barely dodged to the side, but the edge clipped her left shoulder.

Her cannon arm exploded in a cascade of fractured silver.

She tumbled, trying to stabilize mid-air.

Loreia fired again.

This time, Luna fused fully into Loxen’s war form.

She shifted into a serpentine mirror-beast of smoke and steel.

She weaved through the beam’s blast.

But Loreia’s third shot didn’t follow a straight line.

It bent, adjusting itself midair as Lorien’s core guided it toward Luna’s true body.

The blast struck her in the side.

Luna crashed into the mirrored ground, silver shards scattering across the field.

Her armor cracked open.

One of her floating crescent blades short-circuited, dropping limp.

Loreia lowered the cannon, panting hard.

Her armor was damaged, her side still bleeding.

But her eyes stayed locked on Luna.

Luna struggled to push up on one knee.

Her illusions stuttered. Her breath fogged in the cold light.

Loreia took a step forward.

“One more, Luna.”

Luna groaned and raised a hand, palm open.

“…I yield.”

The mirrored terrain rippled, then shattered like broken glass falling into the void.

Silver Moon Domain: Deactivated.

They were back in the arena.

The real floor. The real sky.

Lorien hovered beside Loreia in its glowing feathered dragon form, curling around her like a protective flame.

Loxen slithered out of Luna’s armor, still flickering, forming back into a silent, looming shadow.

Luna coughed and looked up, expression half-proud, half-defeated.

“That cannon… that wasn’t fair.”

Loreia exhaled, lowering the weapon as it dissolved back into Lorien’s body.

“Neither were your illusions.”

Luna cracked a grin. “Tch. You finally got me.”

Loreia smirked, wiping blood off her mouth.

“It only took ten years in a fake war world.”

“Next time I’ll trap you in one.”

“You’ll have to try harder.”

They both stood in silence for a moment.

The warmth of Lorien’s passive healing was already mending bruises across Loreia’s ribs.

Then Luna spoke softly.

“Lucius is going to love this.”

Loreia smiled.

“He’d better.”