The Weight of the Tides
The ascent back to the Obsidian Ridge felt less like a march and more like a descent into the throat of a beast. The razor-sharp volcanic glass underfoot hummed with an unsettling resonance, reflecting the violet flashes of a sky that had forgotten the sun. The air was heavy, tasting of ozone and ancient, suffocating brine—a persistent, unwanted reminder that Poseidros was here, and the tyrant of the deep had not yet relinquished his claim on this mountain frontier.
The lions arrived with grim, practiced efficiency. There were no illusions of an easy victory. The previous days had carved deep scars into their collective spirit, and the boss, overcharged and pulsing with volatile energy, seemed to draw strength from their very exhaustion. As they fanned out across the jagged cliffs, the silence was broken by a command that echoed against the obsidian spires: 'Let the whole army burn!'
A Symphony of Suppression
Combat ignited in a frantic, desperate rhythm. Aeroblade and Stellarmane struck with terrifying precision, their movements fluid as they danced between the jagged protrusions of glass. Chromalio’s shadow-piercing strikes sought the chinks in the boss’s armor of shipwrecks, a brief flicker of success as a well-timed silence momentarily muted the tyrant’s roar. For a heartbeat, the storm faltered. The lions seized this fragile opportunity, unleashing a flurry of armor-breaking blows and toxic bites that sent ripples of visible pain through the entity’s churning form.
But the Ridge offered no mercy. The boss’s power reservoir, fueled by the very essence of the abyss, replenished even as they drained it. By the fourth round, the intensity of the struggle shifted. Poseidros unleashed an assault that pushed back, layering debuffs onto the defenders that felt like iron weights. The bioluminescent light from the storm above turned a sickly, pulsating shade of bruised purple as the lions struggled to maintain their footing on the slick, brine-coated stone.
The Final Fading Echo
Desperation bred invention. Neroth, pushing against the encroaching tides of pressure, forced a mana burn that flickered like a dying candle in the dark, siphoning the boss's power, yet it was a slow attrition against a tide that knew no exhaustion. One by one, the lines broke. Neroth was the first to fall, his defense shattered by the sheer volume of incoming pressure. Stellarmane soon followed, her vital hexes silenced as she vanished into the obsidian gloom.
The battlefield narrowed. Aeroblade and Chromalio fought with the ferocity of the doomed, but the tyrant’s onslaught was relentless. With every strike, the boss’s power gauge dipped only to surge again. By the ninth round, only Goldarion remained, a lone sentinel amidst the ruins of his unit. He struck out with a final, desperate critical hit, a momentary defiant spark against the looming darkness. It was not enough. As the tenth round peaked, the abyss claimed its final toll, and the ridge fell silent, save for the rhythmic, uncaring sound of water dripping against volcanic glass.
The defeat was absolute, the cost of the assault absorbed by the unyielding, jagged terrain. No payout remained for the survivors, for none were left to carry it home; the collective effort had reached its limit against an opponent who seemed as infinite as the sea itself. The hoard grew only in silence, accumulating debris from the fallen and the salt of the mountain.
Tucked within the boss's hoard, the spoils of this failure were gathered: 5 Eggs, 2 portions of Cabbage, 500 units of Lead, 500 units of Wood, a single Standard Armor Patch, and a solitary sheaf of Hay. These items now rest within the tyrant's collection, unclaimed and cold, waiting for another march into the heart of the obsidian storm.
Only when the tumult over The Obsidian Ridge had fallen silent did the material consequence become clear: 🔱 Poseidros the Abyssal Tyrant drew 5 x 🥚 Egg into the hoard awaiting the next assault. The reward was no ledger entry, but a tangible mark left by the ordeal.
Raid rewards
Total payout: 0 PIXY
Added to the boss hoard — not awarded
- 5 × 🥚 Egg
- 2 × 🥬 Cabbage
- 500 × Lead
- 500 × Wood
- 1 × 🛡️ Standard Armor Patch
- 1 × Hay
Hoard carried from previous attempts (not additional rewards)
- 1 × Cotton Canvas
- 1 × 💗 Vital Essence
- 1 × 🌿 Medicinal Herb
- 1 × Barley
- 1 × Wheat
- 500 × Wood
- 1 × 🌽 Corn
- 5,000 × Iron
- 500 × Tin
- 20,000 × Sand
- 1 × 🛡️ Tempered Armor Plate
- 5,000 × ⚫ Coal
- 2 × Turnip
- 2 × 🧺 Common Hospitality Kit
- 2 × 🥩 Meat
- 1 × 🐟 Fish
- 1 × ⚗️ Alchemical Spirit Measure
- 1 × 🌋 Emberroot
- 500 × 🟠 Copper
- 1 × 🔩 Greater Armor Seal
- 1 × 🧶 Wool