Leon barely managed to roll aside as the Ebonshade Wraith lunged again. Its body was a blur of shifting darkness, flickering between solid and ethereal.
Nyx growled low, its violet eyes tracking the beast's unpredictable movements.
Leon gritted his teeth. Weapons were useless. Physical attacks couldn't touch it.
But that didn't mean it was invincible.
There's always a weakness.
His mind raced. What did he know about Wraith-type beasts?
They were immune to physical damage.
They thrived in darkness.
They attacked by phasing in and out of reality.
Then—it clicked.
Light.
Wraiths were creatures of shadow. And where there was shadow—there was weakness to light.
Leon's eyes flicked to his inventory.
He had something. A relic from a past life.
Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out a small glass vial. Inside—a swirling golden liquid glowed faintly.
Aetherflare Essence.
A rare alchemical solution that, when activated, emitted pure magical light—one of the few things capable of disrupting spectral entities.
Leon smirked.
"Let's see how you handle this."
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Turning the Tide
The Ebonshade Wraith lunged again, its smoky form twisting unnaturally.
Leon smashed the vial against the ground.
The moment the golden light exploded outward, the wraith let out a screeching wail.
It recoiled, its body flickering wildly—unstable.
Nyx saw the opening.
"Nyx, Phantom Pounce!"
The Shadowfang Panther became a blur, vanishing into the darkness—only to reappear directly above the wraith.
Its claws, glowing with dark energy, slammed into the wraith's weakened form.
The beast shrieked.
For the first time—it took damage.
Leon's eyes flashed.
Now he had a chance.
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The Final Strike
The wraith staggered back, its form flickering between existence and nothingness.
Leon knew this was his moment.
He reached into his belt, pulling out a beast-taming seal—a black metal ring engraved with ancient runes.
The Wraith was weakened.
He could tame it.
Leon threw the seal forward, activating it with a pulse of mana.
The runes flared to life.
The wraith let out a final, defiant shriek as the binding magic wrapped around it—pulling it into the seal in a swirl of dark energy.
Then—silence.
The seal dropped to the ground, pulsing faintly.
Leon let out a slow breath. It was done.
[Beast Captured: Ebonshade Wraith (Epic Grade, Level ???)]
He picked up the seal, staring at it with a small, victorious smirk.
This was only the beginning.
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