The SSS class adventurer is a divine cleric
Chapter 93: The Crimson Maelstorm

Chapter 93: The Crimson Maelstorm

Then he crouched low, coiling his strange, inflated legs, then jumped.

The air cracked as he shot upward.

His legs started to shrink mid air but his arms kept growing and it became larger with every sec, thicker and heavier until they matched the monster’s size.

And when he reached the maximum height of his leap he started spinning like a top, body rotating like a drill building up momentum, then he came crashing down on the monster’s head like a meteor.

Another member of the team commented holding his head in disbelief. "Is he insane?"

"I guess so."

But the monster raised its thick arm at the last moment.

Boom.

Dust exploded in all directions.

The two forces clashed mid-air.

The rogue flew back, hitting the ground hard. The monster stumbled too, pushed slightly off balance, but stayed upright.

It didn’t bleed. It didn’t cry. But its eyes turned red, glaring through the dust at its attackers.

Then it looked a step forward intending to crush this annoying ant in front of it.

But Kaitlin stepped forward.

The massive great sword tied to her waist looks funny because of the unproportional size compared to her body but right at this moment it seems right to smack this titan of a monster.

She carried the massive crimson, flat-bladed greatsword wider at the tip and narrow at the hilt. It was blunt, not a sharp edge in sight but it pulsed as if it was alive. She dragged it behind her, letting the tip grind against the stone with a heavy scrape.

This wasn’t just a weapon. It was her class.

The Crimson Maelstrom.

Her specialty wasn’t cutting flesh. It was breaking bones.

Every attack done with this greatsword deals 3x damage to the bone.

Kaitlin dashed in without hesitation and with it spinning motion slammed the side of her blade into the monster’s leg. A loud thud followed, a clean, bone-shattering hit. The monster turned toward her immediately. Its eyes widened not in pain, but in hatred and annoyance.

It stared at her and only her, ignoring every other attacker. The smaller strikes didn’t bother it. But Kaitlin’s blow had left a mark, somewhere deep inside its leg.

It stepped forward. Slowly. One thudding step at a time.

The monster couldn’t run. It couldn’t jump. But its body was pure defense, enough to walk through fire and survive explosions.

Sairi barked out a command. "Neal! Hit it now!"

A streak of gold flashed in the sky.

Neal flew overhead, gathering energy in his hands. Then he dropped down like lightning, delivering a full-powered punch to the monster’s upper back. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield.

The monster leaned forward from the hit, staggering.

Kaitlin took the chance.

She swung again, another bone-shattering blow to the ribs. This time, the monster dropped to one knee.

It didn’t roar. It didn’t panic.

But its hatred grew stronger.

Then came the sound, a deep, vibrating screech from its throat. The sound rattled through the ruins, a cry that said one thing clearly.

This was just the beginning and it will have its time squashing her to paste.

Back at the temporary camp, the air was tense but steady. The support team, stationed just behind the battle zones, worked nonstop. The wounded from the forest arrived first, rogues who had been hit by the sonic screech of the avian monster.

They weren’t unconscious. In fact, most of them were wide awake, reporting everything to the support casters.

Their arms, however, told a different story.

The high-frequency blast hadn’t knocked them out, but it had peeled skin from their forearms and hands burned, torn, useless. No weapons could be gripped. No formations could be joined.

And that alone was enough to take them out of the fight.

Kaelen, who had been sipping tea just moments ago, stood up and walked over. His black and white robes shimmered faintly under the magic dome protecting the camp. He raised one hand lazily, then snapped his fingers.

Golden light flowed from his palm warm, thick, and brilliant.

The moment it touched the injured rogues, flesh began to stitch back together. Skin reformed. Bones clicked back into place. Nerves regenerated.

It wasn’t just dramatic. It was absolutely efficient.

Within seconds, a few men who had been crippled were now flexing their fingers and gripping their blades again.

One of the kingdom’s support clerics watched in stunned silence, mouth slightly open.

"Th-that was...simply out of a legend, that healing... how’d you do it"

Kaelen dusted his robe and smirked. "Please. Legendary is the bare minimum when it comes to me."

He stretched his arms with a sigh. "Try not to worship me too hard, alright? I’m still humble."

The other clerics didn’t respond. They were too busy staring at him like he was some divine anomaly. Even the kingdom’s chief healer, an older woman with six decades of service had nothing to say.

She just gave him a slow nod of respect.

"Alright, get back in there," Kaelen said, waving the rogues away like they were schoolkids heading back to class. "Don’t die before you make my healing look good."

The rogues laughed and saluted him, then rushed off. Teleporting back to the forest with the help of the teleporters.

But when they reached the edge of the forest, everything changed.

There was no forest anymore.

Only wreckage.

The towering trees that had blocked out sunlight were torn apart, snapped in half or completely uprooted. Deep trenches covered the ground, and entire sections of the canopy had vanished as if blown away by a storm.

The quiet hum of the forest was gone, replaced by an eerie silence. Smoke drifted between broken trunks. A few trees still burned with dark fire, casting long shadows across the devastation.

Scattered across the battlefield were their teammates, some kneeling, others slumped on the ground. One had a jagged hole through his armor. Another had both arms bent at unnatural angles.

And in the center of it all, two figures clashed in a storm of metal, shadows, and blood.

Derek and the avian monster.

The rogue team froze. They hadn’t been gone for more than five minutes.

Yet in that time, the battle had become something else entirely.

"What’s going on? How did this happen."

The forest was gone. Torn apart.