Re-Awakening: I Ascend with a Legendary class

Chapter 511: Golden Void Outlaws (6/7)

The cavern’s atmosphere trembled. The Cross Light faction’s twenty-four had already encircled the rune-bearing pond, but the moment Lily’s group arrived, the cavern filled with lethal intent.

Big D cracked his neck. “Perfect warm-up.”

Admiral Rudra blurred forward, his fists collapsing the air into void-tides that devoured the first three enemies before they could even raise their staffs. Lily’s chakrams split into a dozen arcs of black brilliance, weaving between heads and torsos—eight bodies fell in an instant, torn to ribbons.

The pond boiled with unleashed power as the remaining Cross Light fighters roared, unleashing magic that painted the cavern with fire, frost, and thunder. But Regalons walked through it as if through shallow rain. Natalia’s halberd carved through a frontline, Kira’s serpentine daggers pierced throats in silence, and Big D himself caught one peak Grim Student mid-incantation and simply ripped him apart with brute force.

Thirty seconds. That was all it took.

The pond stilled. At its center, the rune floated—a glowing shard inscribed with whorls of tide and storm.

[Tiderend Rune Acquired: 1/10]

“Not bad.” Lily grabbed the rune, her voice calm as she cleaned blood from her cheek. “Nine left.”

The group surged forward, deeper into the glowing labyrinth.

…

Meanwhile, Almond’s group ascended into stranger heights.

The third floor’s hall was alive with moving murals—paintings that crawled and shifted on the walls, the beasts within clawing at the surface, half-emerging before fading again. As they passed, the walls split open and unleashed dozens of phantom predators.

“Keep moving.” Almond’s voice cut through the chaos. His dual blades gleamed with void-silver, shredding beasts to nothingness as the Regalons followed behind. Arjun’s arrows tore through two at a time, Hiroshi’s spear pinned the largest one mid-leap before Silvester’s slash erased its head.

The rune lay atop the altar at the far end. Almond extended his hand, cutting through the final illusion-beast, and caught it.

[Tiderend Rune Acquired: 2/10]

They continued. The fourth floor was worse: a chamber of vanishing bridges suspended over abyss. Dozens of flickering paths led forward, collapsing under weight, shifting positions with every step.

Another faction’s group was already here—eleven fighters screaming as they fell into the blackness, crushed by the abyss’s suction.

They saw Almond’s group and tried to block them. Poor choice.

Marcus raised his shield, absorbing every desperate strike. Almond’s blades sang once, twice—and the opposing group vanished from existence, flung into the void below.

The rune rested on the final flickering bridge. Almond took it.

[Tiderend Rune Acquired: 3/10]

…

Underground again—Lily’s group reached a crystal forest, vast columns of glowing blue shards stretching for kilometers. The light refracted endlessly, turning perception into madness. And waiting there? A faction of nineteen rogues, their eyes already locked on Regalons.

“Another rune,” Admiral Rudra muttered, spotting the shard sealed within a crystal cocoon ahead.

No words. No mercy.

Lily’s shadow burst outward, engulfing the crystal forest in pitch-dark night. Screams echoed as Regalons cut their way through blind enemies, daggers slicing necks, halberds cleaving bodies, Rudra’s fists punching through walls of crystal and flesh alike.

When silence fell, the cocoon cracked, revealing the glowing rune.

[Tiderend Rune Acquired: 4/10]

…

Floor after floor. Cavern after cavern.

They found more passages and unexpectedly found themselves in different areas of this temple.

In short, the places that ten doors led to were all connected to each other eventually.

Each level was exotic, designed to delay or destroy:

—A hall where time slowed and enemies moved like streaks of lightning, but Regalons cut them apart with patience and precision. They found a strange lightning bolt in which the rune was hidden. Rune taken. [5/10]

—A cavern of waterfalls flowing upward, the rune hidden within a torrent of anti-gravity streams. Lily slipped between falls, retrieving it as Rudra kept Leviathans at bay. [6/10]

—A floor of endless mirrors that split reflections into clones. Dozens of enemy copies surrounded Almond’s group—but his true cut severed the false from the real in one swing. Rune claimed. [7/10]

—A labyrinth of bones where each wrong turn spawned skeletal hordes. Silvester and Hiroshi cleared paths, blood painting the walls until Almond lifted the rune from a skull altar. [8/10]

—Another cavern where mists whispered lies, turning allies into enemies. For others, it was madness. For Regalons, it was trivial. They pressed forward in silence, killing the mist-beasts that emerged, and seized the rune. [9/10]

Finally, both groups converged on the temple’s heart—the altar of Tiderend.

The tenth rune waited, pulsing in the grip of a rival crew of twenty-seven, the strongest yet. Their leader, a peak Grim Student wielding a twin-headed spear, roared as Regalons appeared.

“Not yours.” Almond’s voice was cold, absolute.

The fight ended as expected.

Flashes of destruction filled the chamber—shadows, blades, void-fists, arrows, and spears.

Screams choked into silence. Blood washed over stone. The last peak Grim Student tried to hold his ground, but Almond’s Grim-Fated Cut erased his stance, his balance, his everything. A moment later, he collapsed into light fragments.

The rune floated free.

[Tiderend Rune Acquired: 10/10]

The Regalons gathered together as all runes were collected.

When all ten runes were near each other, they pulsed in unison, as if answering a silent summons.

Their glow converged into a single stream, spiraling together until a jagged sigil burned into existence—a compass of tide and storm, etched in living light. The walls trembled, and the labyrinth shifted.

Stone split. Rivers of seawater poured from unseen veins above, flooding pathways into new channels. The compass pointed, carving an unseen trail through collapsing floors and dissolving illusions.

“So this compass will lead us to the altar,” Admiral Rudra murmured, his eyes narrowing.

They followed.

The descent was endless—spiral corridors of coral and bone, stairways where gravity bent sideways, caverns filled with crushing water pressure that would have liquefied anyone else. Regalons moved like hunters through a familiar forest, unbothered. Their pace was merciless.

And at the end—

The altar chamber.

But there was something living pulsing inside, releasing a breath dangerous enough to make them feel death.