Amon, The Legendary Overlord

330  Chapter 330: Preparing for the Storm

As the group approached the remains of the creature slain by Amon, the sight unfolding before them took on the contours of a spectacle both fascinating and terrifying. Before their eyes lay an entity whose resemblance to a lizard was just the starting point for a much more complex and intriguing description. This beast, imbued with an aura of power and mystery, boasted skin that resembled armor forged by the gods, composed of scales in a deep dark green that shimmered with a metallic sheen under the dim light. Its eyes, now eternally open, displayed an intense red that evoked the image of fresh blood pools, silent witnesses to its ferocity in life.

Imagining oneself face to face with such a creature in its prime, with all its glory and terror, was an exercise that triggered a whirlwind of emotions. Even in front of its corpse, it was impossible not to feel a shiver running down one's spine, a visceral reaction to the dominating presence it still emanated, even in death. Each person's heart beat stronger, as if trying to escape the chest, a palpable reminder of the thin line between life and death they had just witnessed.

"Wow, what a scary monster!" exclaimed Maisa, her voice breaking the silence with a mix of admiration and fear.

Maisa's reaction, although it might seem disproportionate at first glance, found echo in the hearts of her companions, who silently nodded in agreement. The air carried a weight, a tension that spoke of unnamed dangers and the fragility of existence.

"It must have the strength of at least a Mutant..." Julia's soft voice barely managed to disguise the respect mixed with a hint of fear she felt for the fallen creature. Her words were a testament to the magnitude of power this beast possessed in life, a power that, even now, seemed to resonate like a somber echo among them.

The girls, absorbed by the gravity of the moment, agreed in reverent silence, each lost in their thoughts about the relentless nature of the world they lived in and the unimaginable challenges that were still to come.

While the heavy atmosphere of the previous encounter still hung in the air, Amon, who had maintained a contemplative silence, finally broke the silence with a pragmatic statement. "This is monumental, I will need to dismember this creature. Please, take a few steps back." His voice, though calm, carried the authority of someone accustomed to making quick decisions in critical situations.

The girls, understanding the seriousness of the moment, stepped back with solemn respect, observing the safe distance Amon had requested.

It did not take long for Amon to reveal a surprising instrument from his arsenal: a colossal butcher's knife that resembled a battle relic, measuring an impressive one and a half meters in length by thirty centimeters in width. It was a spectacle in itself, its blade gleaming with a deadly invitation.

What followed was a display of skill that bordered on the supernatural. Amon became a blur of precise movements, his hand wielding the gigantic knife with a dexterity that defied comprehension. He dismembered the beast with an efficiency that transformed the brutal act into a macabre dance, almost a performance of kinetic art. In a few moments, the work was done, the beast reduced to manageable parts with an efficacy that left the girls in silent awe.

"Let's proceed," said Amon, determined, and the girls nodded, following his command without hesitation.

As they moved forward, the scenery began to change dramatically. The sky, previously clear, progressively darkened, clouds gathering in a premonition of a storm with shades of gray that promised an imminent deluge.

"It's going to rain soon," Mabel observed, practically. "We need to make a decision—seek shelter in the nearest town or camp out here."

"I'd prefer that we camp here," Barbara expressed, raising her left hand in vote.

"I agree," said Ariel, with a smile that suggested an adventure in the shadows of the approaching storm.

Maisa and Julia also expressed their agreement, solidifying the group's decision with a unanimity that spoke of their team spirit and adaptability.

"That settles it. Let's start preparing the camp immediately. We need to establish a barrier before the rain starts," concluded Mabel, her voice filled with determination that reflected the group's resilience in the face of challenges presented by nature.

The atmosphere around the camp became frenetic for a brief moment as the last preparations were completed. It didn't take long for Amon, with a gesture of authority and control, to raise a protective barrier around the group, channeling his considerable power into the task. The efficacy of the barrier was directly linked to the magnitude of power employed in its creation, and, as an additional precaution, a genetic monster core was integrated into the spell, serving as a secondary energy source.

"BOOM!"

With a roar that seemed to shake the very air, the skies above them opened, pouring down torrential rain that quickly turned into a hailstorm. The ice stones hit hard against the barrier, a reminder of nature's relentless fury.

"Mm, glad we found shelter in time," Maisa reflected aloud, her voice tinged with relief as she observed the storm outside. The protection they had was solid, but the idea of being hit by hail was far from inviting. It was a small comfort to know that, despite the storm's violence, they were safe under the protection of the barrier.

Amon, on the other hand, was far from satisfied with the mere creation of a barrier. He continued to manipulate lightning orbs, launching them randomly outside the barrier. These orbs, illuminating the night with their intermittent light, seemed like fireflies dancing in the stormy darkness.

Curious, Maisa couldn't help but ask: "Do you still intend to use those orbs?"

"Mm, they will be useful if necessary," Amon replied, without taking his eyes off his task. "With the amount of energy I've injected into them, they should remain active for at least twenty-four hours. It won't be an effort wasted."

Maisa nodded, understanding. With every new display of skill, she couldn't help but be even more impressed by Amon's cunning and growing power. The storm outside was wild, but inside the tent, reinforced by magic and ingenuity, there was a feeling of security. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

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