Absolute Cheater

They reached the fifth mountain by nightfall.

Unlike the others, this one stood unnaturally tall and thin, like a blade stabbing the sky. No snow, no mist, no wind—only stillness, broken by distant clinks of metal. At the summit stood the entrance to the Chained Spire Dungeon Gate, embedded directly into the sheer face of black stone. Rusted iron chains hung from above like dead vines, some broken, some pulled taut, creaking in the silence.

Asher stopped at the base and looked up. "This one's different. The Chained Spire wasn't part of any empire or kingdom. It was a prison."

Veyra stepped forward, her eyes narrowed. "I remember this name. It held the Sorrowbound—a class of ancient prisoners too dangerous to kill, too cursed to set free. They were chained and forgotten."

Valeris looked around. The atmosphere was dense—choked with old suffering. Even with no wind, the air carried the faint sound of moans and dragging shackles.

Asher unfolded the map. "The one guarding this place now is one of the last remaining wardens—twisted over time. A remnant of punishment itself. The boss is called The Maw of Chains. It's not just one entity—it's made of several fused together. Torturer. Inquisitor. Judge. All bound by a shared will."

He turned to Veyra. "You sure you're up for this?"

She nodded. "Let's not waste time."

Asher and Valeris held back as she stepped through the gate alone.

***

The inside of the Chained Spire was a vertical dungeon. A massive spiral staircase wound upward around a hollow central shaft. Chains hung from every surface—some moving, some twitching, some bloodstained. Screams echoed faintly from the dark above and below.

As Veyra climbed, the temperature dropped—not from cold, but from pressure. The air grew thicker with every step.

Halfway up, the walls trembled.

From above, something heavy and massive dropped into the center shaft, landing hard enough to make the stone quake.

Chains uncoiled like serpents.

And from them emerged The Maw of Chains.

Its main body was a twisted torso encased in a metal cage, with six limbs—three on each side—each made from writhing chains ending in jagged hooks, blades, or cuffs. Its head was wrapped in a spiked iron mask, and beneath it, dozens of red eyes blinked out of sync. It didn't walk—it dragged itself forward with chains that hooked into the stone, pulling its bulk along the platform.

"I am the Warden Eternal," it spoke, voice distorted, metal grinding against metal. "This place is the sentence. You are the crime."

Veyra didn't speak.

She simply opened her palm, summoning her twin crescent daggers laced with frost and blood. Her vines spread behind her, thicker than before.

The battle began instantly.

Chains shot out from all directions—some aimed to bind her, others to impale. She moved fast, ducking, spinning, sliding between gaps. Her blood vines snapped out, intercepting the chains. Some were too fast—they nicked her arms and legs—but she ignored the pain and retaliated, sending a volley of blood darts at the creature's mask.

The Maw blocked them with two thick plates of chain-linked armor.

Then it roared—unleashing a shockwave that sent dozens of smaller chains exploding from the walls like teeth. Veyra dodged through them, using short dashes of blood-enhanced speed, landing close enough to slash one of its side limbs.

The limb recoiled, but immediately another took its place.

It tried to grab her ankle with a chain-cuff. She summoned a blood spike from her foot, shattering the chain mid-attack, and flipped back.

"You carry the scent of higher blood," the Maw said, chains slithering. "Who gave you permission to evolve?"

Veyra's eyes glowed ice-blue. "I didn't ask."

Her daggers fused into a long glaive again, blood and frost dancing across the blade. She lunged forward, spinning low and upward to cleave through the Maw's torso cage.

It blocked her—but not fully. The edge sliced through part of the outer shell, causing it to reel back, hissing.

Chains began to move faster now.

The Maw lifted into the air, supported by dozens of hooked wires, and descended like a spider. Veyra was forced to retreat up a level, using her vines to pull herself up.

The creature chased, smashing through walls, reshaping the platform beneath it.

Now on a narrower ledge, Veyra focused.

She raised both hands and summoned all her vines into a dome, coating the area in a thick layer of frost. She forced blood out from her palm and spread it across the frozen surface.

A trap.

When the Maw came charging, she activated it.

The blood and frost combined, triggering a bloom of razor-sharp ice thorns that erupted like a minefield. Several limbs were shredded instantly.

Veyra used the opening to leap high, spinning, and drove her glaive down directly into the mask.

It cracked.

The Maw screamed—not in pain, but in rage. "Sentence… NOT complete…"

It swung wildly, striking the platform and sending Veyra flying. She hit the wall hard but recovered mid-fall using her blood vines like whips, grappling back to her feet.

She was breathing heavier now. But not stopping.

Her glaive split again, becoming twin daggers, and she rushed the Maw. This time she didn't aim to kill—it was to disassemble. She targeted the chain joints. The limb cores. The weak points in the mask.

Strike. Slash. Withdraw. Repeat.

And finally, when only two limbs remained and the mask was nearly shattered—

She used her final skill.

A concentrated orb of her blood formed in her palm, cold and swirling. She threw it directly at the Maw's chest.

The orb burst—and from it, dozens of blood vines exploded outward, each one tipped with a frozen hook. They wrapped around the Maw's body, legs, and remaining arms—and then began pulling.

The Maw resisted. Screamed.

But it couldn't stop the drag.

Its body was torn apart piece by piece, the chains severed, the mask crushed.

It collapsed in a pile of rusted iron and withering shadow.

Silence returned.

Asher and Valeris entered moments later, the silence breaking with their steps.

Valeris whistled low. "That was brutal."

Veyra stood there, chest rising and falling, then turned and smiled faintly. "Five down."

Asher looked ahead. "Let's keep going. Next gate is across the valley. Mountain Six—let's move."