Celestials Game: Inheriting the Flawed Legacy of the Soul Warlock

Ezra's breath steadied as he levitated his spirit body just above the treetops.

Unlike Seraphina, who was super strong and fast enough to charge through the Tank Tarantulas, Ezra lacked such physical strength. Instead, he had to rely on his advantages.

He had three key advantages: the ability to conduct area surveillance to evade dangerous attacks, a sharp Third Order blade capable of decapitating monsters—enhanced by the evolved [Bane of Existence]—and a strong Will that enabled him to utilize both aerial and normal sight without becoming distracted or overwhelmed.

He had discovered this last advantage recently after reaching the Second Order.

He quickly activated Flowing Dance for Silver Edge, preparing himself to fight tooth and nail for survival.

The first tarantula leapt from the side.

Without turning his head, Ezra slowed his footsteps before slashing, perfectly slicing through the monster that jumped in front of him. He leapt over the cleaved beast, momentarily blocking the rushing tide from behind.

[First Order Mortal killed: Tank Tarantula.]

[+1 Soul Vitalis.]

Another Tarantula thrust its spear-like legs at him. Ezra tilted his body, narrowly dodging the attack. Without looking back, he swung his blade, cleanly slicing through the creature's head.

He didn't check the result; instead, he continued to follow closely behind the girls, determined not to be left behind. Only the notification from the Elite System revealed the outcome.

With his mind racing, Ezra calculated each movement, weaving through the chaos like a dancer.

His eye-to-body coordination improved with every moment. With aerial surveillance, he watched himself while guiding Seraphina along the safest route, stopping monsters from reaching Selene, who needed to defend against those launching from above.

His blade never stopped swinging. By the tenth slash, the speed of his strikes compensated for power, cleaving everything in his path even with the lack of precision due to the uncontrollable speed. Silver Edge became a blur, whooshing through the air and spraying blood.

Each contact after the Flowing Dance reached the fifteenth swing was a death sentence, their armored shells proving useless against his super-fast blade. He even cut down trees to block the rolling tide behind them.

Though he never knew how much the [Bane of Existence] evolution increased his damage power, every monster that touched his blade went into shock, releasing painful wails.

Seraphina sliced through the horde with lethal brutality, each movement a dance of death—swift and merciless. Every swing of her blades sent monsters sprawling, their cries swallowed by the chaos.

Meanwhile, Ezra carved a barricade of death around himself. Unlike the violent Seraphina, his movements were sleek, deftly avoiding head-on attacks whenever possible. His relentless strikes left a gruesome trail of decapitated bodies, each blow calculated and precise, ensuring Selene's safety and protecting their retreat from the relentless tide of monsters.

It was as if a meat grinder had been plunged into the midst of the monsters.

Notifications poured in, but he stopped reading them, focusing instead on multi-tasking and calculating.

Pushed beyond his limits by the threat of death, he extended the Flowing Dance to twenty-five strikes before pausing and restarting.

'How I wish I could stabilize it at the twenty-fourth strike…'

He snapped out of the tiny distraction.

Soon, they saw the end of the horde. Seraphina pushed harder, opening a path.

'Yes!' Ezra screamed inwardly.

Just as they were about to cross the boundary, Ezra, panting hard, prepared to focus on running while cleaving through the monsters around him with waning vigor. Utilizing Flowing Dance without pause had drained him physically, but his mind remained sharp, alert to every movement and threat in the chaotic fray.

Suddenly, he spotted a Tank Tarantula with a slightly different shell—a few faint, tiny golden spots that were easily dismissible, yet a strong barbaric aura surrounded it.

It was too late to warn Selene, who had set up tendrils of vines to intercept the creature. The new Tarantula snapped the vines in its path like weak twigs, relentlessly descending as it prepared to crush Selene beneath it and block Ezra's escape.

Selene froze in shock, her heart racing as the monstrous shadow expanded above her, each moment bringing the falling creature closer.

Seraphina was too focused ahead to react in time.

Silver Edge was at its weakest after exiting the Flowing Dance.

Ezra planned to pull Selene back to dodge but felt the rolling tide closing in behind him.

It was too late to perform any complicated maneuver. The speed of the descent was too fast.

Gritting his teeth, he shoved Selene forward with his body and swung his blade upward in a vertical slash, activating Crescent Cleave.

The Tarantula sensed something amiss and twisted its body to dodge, but it couldn't fully evade the strike.

BANG!

Like a thunderclap, the blade cleaved through two of its front legs, sending it tumbling backward.

Part of the armor around his arm shattered, and Ezra felt a horrific pain rip through his arm—his fingers, wrist, and shoulder. Even holding the sword became a challenge.

'Curse this damn legacy!'

Swapping the sword to his left hand, he slashed behind in a horizontal arc, cutting down the monsters that had caught up before rushing to escape.

But he bumped into Seraphina, who snatched him off the ground before he could protest and ran into the distance.

"You can't just carry people!" Ezra growled as he was hoisted again.

"Just shut up and scout ahead!" Seraphina snapped back.

With her incredible speed, Seraphina soon caught up with Selene. After thirty minutes of relentless running, they finally escaped the forest.

In the distance, they could see a fenced fortress. Seraphina dropped Ezra to the ground and sat down, breathing softly. Her amethyst eyes gleamed dimly under the sunlight as she surveyed their surroundings.

Ezra lay on his stomach, panting without care.

Selene sat nearby, resting her back against a tree.

"I thought your stats were high. Why are you tired after such a short battle?" Ezra asked, slowly sitting up and retracting his helmet to catch some fresh air, revealing his face.

"I boosted my physical stats with a skill," Seraphina replied.

"I used mana, and my head is pounding from controlling the vines without a break while running," Selene explained between breaths.

Ezra winced as his right hand touched the ground, noticing his wrist bent at an unnatural angle.

His shoulder throbbed painfully; pushing himself to the limit with the Flowing Dance had taken its toll on him, even affecting his elbow joint.

'I thought my limit was fifteen swings. I guess you never know your limits until faced with death… while knowing what happens after you die,' he thought, chuckling despite the groan that followed.

"Ezra," Seraphina called.

"Yup!" he raised his head.

"I want to ask you something," she said solemnly.

"Okay…" The seriousness of her tone unnerved him.