Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 236: A New Record-1

Chapter 236: A New Record-1

After the fifty-first level, each floor of the Tower of Legends beca battle against shifting compositions of

monster armies across varied and hostile terrains. With every ascent the challenge grew harsher. The monsters

themselves seemed to evolve, adapting to her tactics, seven displaying unnerving intelligence as they

marshalled others under their command.

At level fifty-two, Eleanor entered a maze of dark, dripping limestone caverns. The floors and walls were slick

with phosphorescent algae that glimmered faintly, casting ghostly green light. Deep, still pools dotted the

chambers, concealing submerged passages.

The Crocodile Monsters lurked beneath the water's surface, bursting forth to seize and drag her down. Multi-

headed Venomfang Hydras found sure footing on the slippery stone, their broad stances anchoring them as they

spat venom that hissed against the wet rock, cloaking the cavern in toxic mist. From precarious ledges, Goblins

loosed stones from their slings, the algae’s glow guiding their aim, while others scurried across the treacherous

floor to strike from the flanks.

Level fifty-three was a suffocating network of trenches and tunnels, narrow and choked with mud. The passages

were too small for her to stand upright, forcing her to crouch or crawl. Barbed wire and sharpened stakes lined

the edges, cutting off escape routes. Goblins swarmed through the cramped passages, swift and sure-footed.

Orcs blocked choke points with heavy shields, while Skeletons clawed their way from the sodden earth,

reassembling even after being shattered. The level demanded combat in confinement, where there was no room

to breathe, much less swing freely.

The fifty-fourth level unfolded into a silent forest of stone. Towering petrified trees stood like jagged pillars, their

brittle, needle-like leaves crunching underfoot with every step, making stealth impossible. Spiders dropped from

the high branches, skittering across the noisy ground. Stone Golems lay in wait, half-merged with the trunks for

sudden ambushes. Orcs melted into the dense cover, loosing arrows in sudden, darting attacks before vanishing

again.

At fifty-five, Eleanor found herself upon a desolate volcanic plain of black sand and jagged rock. The ground

trembled with the constant threat of eruption. Jets of scalding steam roared skyward without warning, while ash

thickened the air into a choking haze. Magma Fiends used the geysers themselves as weapons, merging with

them and erupting in surprise assaults. Rustclaw Beasts raked the ground with claws impervious to heat, kicking

up storms of blinding ash. The Orcs, clad in heat-hardened armour, locked their shields together and drove their

formations forward, forcing her step by step towards fissures and geysers ready to erupt.

Level fifty-six was a sunken temple, its drowned courtyards and shadowed halls filled with murky, chest-high

water. Crumbled stairs and fallen pillars hid beneath the surface, waiting to trip or trap the unwary. Trolls waded

in with terrifying persistence, their wounds knitting closed beneath the water. Crocodile Monsters struck from

below, dragging prey into the depths. Blight Serpents tainted the very water with their venom, sapping Eleanor’s

strength with every breath and step.

At fifty-seven, beauty masked lethal danger. The cavern was a cathedral of crystals, towering shards of razor-

sharp stone refracting and amplifying every glimmer of light and spark of magic. Colours splintered into dizzying

illusions, while beams of focused energy seared through the air without warning. Chitin Lords scuttled unseen,

their reflective carapaces vanishing amid the crystal spires. Golems lumbered forward, their bodies sheathed in

growing crystals that turned them nearly indestructible. The Hydras spat venom that refracted across the

surfaces, transforming each spray into a barrage of death from a dozen directions at once.

At level fifty-eight, she stepped into a multi-tiered jungle of petrified trees, their branches webbed together with

thick, gleaming silk. The spider threads wove platforms, tunnels, and traps, forming a deadly maze suspended

high above the mist-shrouded ground far below.

The Giant Spiders darted across their webs with terrifying speed, tracking her through the vibrations of each

step. Chitin Lords clambered up the stone trees with bladed limbs, slicing the webs to send her plunging into

traps. Skeletons, immune to both sticky silk and fall damage, were dropped from above or reassembled on the

ground to harry her from below.

Level fifty-nine opened into a bubbling bog of tar and sulphur. The stench clung to the air, and pockets of foul

gas ignited into sudden bursts of flame. The ground clutched at her boots, thick and cloying, dragging at her

every step.

Carrion Hulks lumbered easily through the fumes, impervious to both stench and tar. Magma Fiends deliberately

ignited the gases, turning the bog into a field of fire and choking smoke. From patches of solid ground, Ogres

hurled boulders, driving her back into the treacherous muck.

At level sixty, she entered a vast hall floored entirely with ancient bones. The acoustics were unnerving... every

sound amplified and distorted until the chamber was filled with phantom echoes. Her ears betrayed her,

rendering her unable to judge direction or distance.

The Bone Colossus rose silently from the floor itself, its bulk formed of fused skeletons. Arrows hissed through

the darkness from unseen bowmen, the echoes disorienting her. Rustclaw Beasts skittered across the brittle

floor, their movements magnified into a cacophony that surrounded her from every side.

The sixty-first level spread into a vast, stinking swamp where the waters were acidic and the land treacherous.

Patches of solid ground were rare, and a thick, poisonous fog rolled ceaselessly across the mire. Tangled roots lay

hidden beneath the water, grasping at her feet.

Blight Serpents swam effortlessly, breathing the tainted water and spreading their mists as cover. Trolls thrived

here, regenerating with unnatural speed, their severed limbs regrowing in the murky depths. Carrion Hulks

waded through the acid unscathed, their stench overwhelming, leaving Eleanor dizzy and struggling to keep her

balance.

Level sixty-two thrust her onto wind-swept mountain passes, where violent gales howled through the cliffs. The

winds threatened to hurl her into the abyss, and their roar drowned all sound but their own.

Behemoths stood unshaken by the storm, their colossal horns releasing concussive blasts magnified by the gale.

Orcs fired crossbows with thick, wind-cutting bolts. From above, Spiders descended unseen, their approach

masked by the shrieking wind.

The sixty-third level stretched across a barren plain of corroded metal ruins. The air itself was corrosive, rusting

blades and armour in moments. Crimson dust coated everything, and the ground crumbled under her weight.

Rustclaw Beasts thrived, their claws honed to razors by the corrosion. Ogres, their metallic hides rusted and

jagged, turned their very armour into weapons that tore through flesh. Chitin Lords, untouched by the decay,

skittered freely across the landscape.

At level sixty-four, she trudged into a vast desert of sand and crushed bone. Bone-laced whirlwinds raged across

the plain, shredding anything caught within. Beneath the treacherous ground, hollow pits collapsed into mass

graves of the ancient dead.

Bone Colossi drew strength from the very terrain, their forms swelling larger as they absorbed bone fragments

from the storms. Skeletons clawed their way from the sand in endless numbers, reassembling the instant they

were broken. At their backs, Orc necromancers bent the death-soaked desert to their will, shaping bone into

storms that hunted Eleanor relentlessly.

Level sixty-five was a canyon carved into dry, splintered stone. The ground fractured into narrow crevices and

honeycombed tunnels, the earth unstable and prone to collapse beneath too much weight.

Serpents and Hydras slithered through the unseen tunnels, striking suddenly from holes at her sides or beneath

her feet. Goblins crouched in the cracks, springing traps or darting out to cut at her ankles before vanishing

again. Each step demanded precision... for one misjudgement would send the earth caving beneath her.

At level sixty-six, she entered a

spherical cavern lined with geode

crystals that pulsed with stored

thermal energy. Thectamaef titled

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uppredi y'between searing heat

and freezing cold, the extremes

forcing her to adapt her tactics with

every shift. The Bloodstone Gargants

remained unbothered, anchoring the

field as they spewed magma

,

regardless of the chamber's phase.

When she stepped into level sixty-seven, she found a deep, narrow gorge, its sheer walls made of pure magnetic

iron ore. Metallic debris littered the floor, while invisible currents tugged with irresistible force at anything forged

of steel.

Her sword and armour were

wrenched toward the walls, pinned by

the magnetism. Ironhide Ogres

lumbered forward, Qegptaed!

Ne anplifisdby the ore until they

ere nearly impervious. Rustclaw

Beasts scrambled up the magnetic

cliffs, their claws drawn sharper by

the unseen forces, striking down at

her from above. Stone Golems,

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At sixty-eight, she plunged into the Trollbone River, a roaring torrent slicing through the cavern. The water was

so cold it numbed the limbs, and jagged blocks of ice battered anything caught in the current. Slippery, half-

submerged rocks offered the only footholds.

Trolls regenerated from any piece severed in the water, multiplying with every strike. A Hydra used the current to

whip its heads with terrifying speed. Crocodile Monsters prowled the depths, waiting to drag her into the freezing

dark.

Level sixty-nine was a labyrinth of pits linked by narrow ledges. At the bottom of each yawning chasm festered

heaps of diseased carrion, the stench so thick it sickened the body and mind alike.

Carrion Hulks drew strength from the filth, growing more fearsthe deeper they waded into it. Ogres hurled

chunks of rotting matter, the foul impact enough to stagger her. Spiders strung webs over the pits, eager to drop

her into the churning decay below.

At level seventy, she found herself in a system of caves whose porous, crystalline walls oozed a paralysing, toxic

sap. The air was dense and humid, heavy with clouds of neurotoxic pollen. It was a killing ground of poisons.

Here she faced the Venomfang

Hydras, Blight Serpents, and Chitin

Lords... a synergistic army of toxins.

The Hydras spat veno that pingled

with the dripping Sab Chasing

bibbling pools of corrosive glue. The

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Serpents’ breath combined with the

pollen into a hallucinogenic, choking

fog that clouded her mind. The Chitin

Lords, impervious to all toxins,

scuttled freely along walls and

ceilings, their sealed carapaces

gleaming in the poisonous haze. The

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