Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 273: Adrian Vs Cult Leader

The moment the cult leader taunted him, Adrian vanished, his body dissolving into the shadows as he activated Shadow Vein Step.

The world around him blurred, and before the cultist could react, he reappeared behind him, his blade wreathed in golden flames. With a swift, calculated motion, Adrian swung his sword in a blinding arc, the sheer force of his strike parting the thick abyssal mist like a divine decree.

The heat of his attack scorched the air, the ground beneath him cracking from the immense power behind his movement.

However, the cultist responded instantly. His fingers twitched, and in the blink of an eye, a translucent black barrier of abyssal energy materialized around him, forming a dome that crackled with eerie violet light.

Adrian's sword struck the barrier with a thunderous CLANG, the impact sending a powerful shockwave through the cavern.

The very air trembled, the ground beneath them quaking, but the dark shield held firm. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the barrier detonated.

A violent surge of abyssal force erupted outward in a concussive blast. Adrian's instincts kicked in—his arms crossed in front of him as he activated Scaled Defense, his draconic energy hardening his skin into a near-impenetrable defense.

The impact was immense, sending him skidding backward, his feet carving deep trenches into the stone floor as he fought to maintain his stance. Dust and debris scattered through the cavern, but Adrian stood his ground.

The cult leader took a slow, deliberate step forward, his violet eyes gleaming with amusement. "Not bad," he mused, his voice laced with condescension. "But you'll need more than brute strength."

Adrian didn't bother with words. Instead, he thrust his palm forward, golden energy crackling around his fingers as he unleashed Draconic Pulse.

A powerful shockwave of raw, condensed draconic energy surged toward the cultist, its radiance cutting through the abyssal mist like a beacon of defiance. But what happened next sent a chill down Adrian's spine.

The cultist extended a single hand, his expression calm, and to Adrian's shock, the golden energy distorted mid-flight.

Instead of striking its target, it curved unnaturally, bending around the cult leader's body as if space itself refused to allow the attack to land. The golden energy dissipated behind him, rendered completely ineffective.

He's not just blocking my attacks—he's manipulating space itself, Adrian realized. This was beyond conventional magic; it was an intrinsic control over reality, a perversion of the natural laws.

Before he could fully process this revelation, the cult leader vanished. There was no warning, no shift in energy—just an absence where he had been standing a moment ago.

Adrian's instincts screamed, and he barely had time to react before the cultist materialized inches from him, his palm already crackling with abyssal energy.

BOOM!

The strike connected. A devastating burst of energy detonated at point-blank range, sending Adrian hurtling backward with bone-rattling force.

His body crashed through several stalagmites before colliding with the cavern wall, the impact causing a spiderweb of cracks to spread across the stone.

A sharp pain lanced through his body, and he coughed, blood staining his lips. But even as his vision blurred for a moment, he forced himself back to his feet, his draconic aura flaring back to life.

The cult leader approached, his steps unhurried. "You're learning," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Your reaction time is impressive. But it won't be enough."

Adrian wiped the blood from his chin, his golden eyes burning with defiance. His aura intensified, the very air around him distorting from the sheer heat of his power. "You talk too much," he growled.

The ground beneath him shattered as he launched himself forward, moving at a speed that made him seem like a golden blur. Flames roared around him as he closed the distance, but this time, he didn't rely on brute strength alone—he feinted.

His sword swung in a deceptive arc, baiting the cultist into blocking. The cult leader reacted instinctively, raising his hand to defend, but Adrian twisted mid-air, his trajectory shifting unnaturally. His blade became a streak of golden light as he unleashed Dragon's Fang Strike.

The flaming sword tore through the cultist's side.

For the first time, his expression flickered.

He leapt backward, a trail of abyssal mist seeping from the wound, the darkness writhing unnaturally around the injury. But before Adrian could capitalize on the opening, the shadows around them thickened, the cavern itself growing darker. The cult leader's lips curled into a grin.

"Interesting… You're better than I thought."

Then his body dissolved into the abyss.

The darkness surged, swallowing everything in sight.

Seraphina vs. The Abyssal Harbinger – A Battle Beyond Reality

While Adrian clashed with the cult leader, Seraphina faced a nightmare beyond comprehension.

The Abyssal Harbinger loomed before her, a shifting, grotesque entity that defied logic. Its form constantly flickered, twisting in and out of existence, as if reality itself struggled to contain its presence.

Every movement distorted space, and even the cavern itself seemed unable to decide whether it truly existed. It was a creature born of the abyss, its very presence an affront to the natural order.

But Seraphina remained unfazed.

She raised her staff, her piercing blue eyes unwavering as golden light swirled around her.

A single word left her lips.

"Collapse."

Reality shattered.

In an instant, the battlefield changed.

The cavern vanished. The oppressive abyssal mist dissipated.

They were no longer in the mortal plane.

Seraphina had cut away reality itself, forging a battlefield where only she and the Harbinger existed—a pocket dimension shaped entirely by her will.

The Abyssal Harbinger shrieked in agony, its form flickering violently. It had lost its connection to the abyss.

Seraphina's gaze remained cold. "This is where you die."

Golden energy surged around her, forming countless barriers—not for defense, but for attack.

With a flick of her wrist, the barriers collapsed inward, crushing the Harbinger from all directions. The creature howled, its abyssal core burning as divine energy tore through its existence. It desperately lashed out, its claws raking through the void, summoning abyssal flames in an attempt to retaliate.

Seraphina didn't flinch.

She redirected the attack effortlessly, twisting space so that its own flames engulfed its body instead.

The battle had shifted.

She was not simply fighting the Abyssal Harbinger.

She was unraveling its very existence.

Adrian vs. The Cult Leader – The Abyssal Domain

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The abyss had consumed him entirely.

The cavern was gone. The air was thick, suffocating, as if he stood within the very gullet of a living void. Shadows pulsed around him, the darkness alive with unseen horrors. The cult leader's voice echoed from every direction and none at all.

"Do you feel it, Adrian Everhart? This is my domain. Here, I am absolute."

Adrian's golden aura flickered under the overwhelming pressure. His breathing slowed.

Then—a blade came from behind.

Adrian barely managed to parry as the cultist materialized from the abyss itself, his weapon descending in a lethal arc.

CLANG!

The force sent him sliding backward.

The cult leader smiled. "You cannot win here."

Adrian's grip on his sword tightened. He closed his eyes.

The abyss pressed in.

But he was not alone.

His dragon bloodline surged.

He breathed in—and when he exhaled, golden flames erupted, pushing the abyss back.

"I don't need to fight you in your domain," Adrian said, his voice steady.