Seven Sins System Chapter 684. Keep Them Alive

Seven Sins System Chapter 684. Keep Them Alive

My job wasn’t to kill.

It was to keep them alive.

And for Hell’s sake, did they make that hard sometimes.

Barry led the charge with the kind of grin that screamed “I’ve waited my whole life for this.”

The Ravungars weren’t waiting politely either. The first one barreled toward us, tusks low, ripping up roots and brush with every step. Its roar shattered through the clearing, like a thunderclap wrapped in nails.

Darren’s arrow met it mid-charge.

-THWIP!

A flash of silver and mana-stained wood cut the air, hitting the beast just under the eye. Not a kill shot, but it staggered—just enough for Evie to launch a compressed wave of wind and fire that slammed into its flank like a meteor punch.

Flames burst along its side, singing through its armored hide, and steam hissed from where corrupted mana boiled against her elemental mix.

The Ravungar shrieked and tried to twist, but Claire was already there.

She moved like water with a blade—graceful, fast, and terrifyingly efficient. Her rapier flicked out once, twice, leaving long glowing slices across the beast’s leg tendons. Not enough to kill—but enough to cripple. To control.

“Ion, right flank!” she snapped.

“Already there!” he called out, a blur of gray and brown as he darted around the beast’s back legs. His daggers were in reverse grip, dancing from joint to muscle with vicious precision.

He didn’t go for the kill.

He went for the bleed.

Smart fox.

Barry, of course, did not go for precision.

He ran straight in with his spear glowing like a beacon and yelled, “WATCH THIS MOVE, DOC!” before leaping and spinning mid-air like an idiot doing ballet in hell.

I winced.

He landed.

Barely.

The spear jabbed into the Ravungar’s shoulder—not deep enough to kill, but it distracted the thing just long enough for the rest of the team to do what they did best.

I stood a few meters back. Hand raised. A violet sigil circled my wrist—faint, pulsing, ready.

[You have formed a Barrier.]

The magic burst out around my team, catching two sharp splinters of corrupted bark that had been flung mid-roar. The shards cracked against the edge of the shield and dropped harmlessly.

A second Ravungar lunged from the trees—this one faster, younger, angrier.

“Second target incoming, northwest quadrant!” I shouted through the comm.

Darren was already tracking it.

“Got it,” he murmured. His second arrow sang as it left the bowstring. This one was embedded with an ice glyph—on impact, it exploded into a web of frost that slowed the beast mid-stride.

Evie followed it up with a burst of concentrated heat, flash-boiling the frost into a sudden steam bomb that blinded it.

Then Claire appeared in that mist—like a ghost—blade catching sunlight as she slashed upward, slicing into the monster’s jawline. Blood sprayed in a slow, arcing bloom.

I felt the flicker of corruption trying to push back against my team’s mana.

“Stay sharp,” I called. “They’re trying to adapt.”

Ion rolled under the second Ravungar’s legs and carved a glowing red sigil into its ankle. The beast roared in pain and stumbled just as Barry came charging in again like a one-man cavalry.

“Hey ugly!” he screamed. “Miss me?!”

“Barry, don’t taunt the walking trauma beast!” I yelled, casting another barrier just as the first Ravungar slammed its tusk in his direction.

The shield cracked with a thunk, but held. Barry bounced back and rolled, laughing. “We’re bonding, Doc!”

“Do it on your own time!”

I snapped my fingers, calling up Dark Healing as Darren caught a flying claw across the forearm. The spell zipped through the clearing and hit him with a soft violet glow, sealing the wound in seconds.

“Thanks,” he called, not breaking his aim.

Then I heard it. Another roar.

But not from our team.

Across the battlefield, I caught a flash of silver and blue—Julia’s team.

Her voice echoed through the trees.

“Push forward! Hold formation! Do not let them flank!”

She moved with brutal grace, her whip carving arcs through the underbrush. Her team held tight positions around her. Coordinated. Calculated. Clean. Yeah, except Fiona.

Then—

Another surge.

A roar that wasn’t corrupted.

A radiant shield burst outward near the front ridge—bright, white-gold light.

And stepping forward through the glow?

Her.

Puriel.

Well—Aria, for now.

No wings. Just a half-smile and a sword glowing with runes.

“Stand behind me!” she called to a younger squad shielding near the base of a tree. “I’ll tank the charge!”

I couldn’t look long.

Our Ravungar was making its last stand.

It staggered, bleeding from too many cuts, its roars reduced to rattling gasps. Barry stabbed into its shoulder. Ion cut deep into the neck. Claire flipped over its skull, rapier driving clean through the corrupted eye.

And then Darren loosed a final arrow into its exposed throat.

The Ravungar gurgled.

And fell.

With a thud that shook the dirt.

Silence followed.

Except for Barry.

Who stood proudly on top of the corpse, hands on hips, chest puffed like a damn poster child for idiocy.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, “that is how you spear a legend.”

Ion groaned. “You speared its shoulder. It died from everything else.”

“I weakened it first,” Barry said smugly.

“You distracted it by yelling at it,” Claire deadpanned.

“I’ll allow it,” Evie said, wiping soot from her cheek. “Very heroic distraction.”

I rolled my eyes and stepped into the center of the clearing, doing a quick visual check.

“Everyone good?” I called.

Claire nodded, wiping blood from her blade. “Fine.”

Ion flicked a bit of Ravungar goo off his sleeve. “Never better.”

Darren raised his bow. “Still standing.”

Evie gave a thumbs-up, hair smoking slightly. “Totally worth it.”

Barry just grinned. “Doc, admit it. I was awesome.”

I stepped over a dislodged tusk and stopped beside him.

“You nearly died twice.”

“But didn’t.” He waggled his brows. “Skill.”

I deadpanned. “Luck.”

He leaned in. “Love.”

I stepped back. “Delusion.”

He pouted. “Harsh.”