Let's Train Heroine

This beast was known for its fiery ferocity, igniting anything it touched with the flames that wreathed its body.

As dusk settled, Lucan and Maris arrived at the edge of the Charred Plains. The sky was ablaze with the setting sun, casting a fiery glow over the landscape. The Inferno Fang was easy to spot, silhouetted against the horizon. The moment it saw them, the wolf let out a howl that reverberated across the plains, the very air quivering with the heat.

Without warning, the Inferno Fang charged, its massive form leaving a trail of flames. Lucan and Maris leaped aside as the ground erupted in fire where the beast had struck. Lucan quickly summoned a barrier of water around himself and Maris, dousing the flames that sought to engulf them.

Maris, her eyes sharp and determined, fired a barrage of magic projectiles, which exploded on impact with the beast\'s fiery hide.

The battle was a whirlwind of motion. Lucan danced around the Inferno Fang, his sword slicing through the air, while Maris conjured waves of water to keep the flames at bay. Each strike from the beast was met with a swift response—Lucan slashing at its flanks, Maris deflecting the fiery blasts with her magic.

At one point, as the Inferno Fang lunged for Maris, Lucan\'s heart skipped a beat. With a powerful leap, he shoved Maris out of harm\'s way, taking the brunt of the beast\'s fiery breath. The heat singed his armor, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on. Maris, her eyes wide with worry, quickly healed the burns on Lucan\'s side with a touch, her magic cooling the scorched flesh.

The Inferno Fang roared in frustration, its flames intensifying as it charged again. Lucan and Maris moved in perfect harmony, Lucan drawing the beast\'s attention with swift, precise strikes, while Maris unleashed torrents of water to smother the beast\'s flames. With the Inferno Fang momentarily stunned from the combined assault, Lucan saw his chance.

He closed the distance and drove his sword into the beast\'s heart.

The Inferno Fang\'s final howl was a mournful roar that echoed across the plains. The flames around it sputtered and died as it collapsed, leaving behind a single, ember-like crystal of blood, glowing with the ancient fire of Ignis. Lucan and Maris stood amidst the smoldering remains, their breaths heavy.

5. The Venomspike Serpent

The fifth beast Lucan and Maris hunted was the Venomspike Serpent, a monstrous snake that slithered through the twisted jungles of the Poisoned Hollow. Its sickly green scales were covered in venomous spikes, dripping with a poison potent enough to wither trees and turn rivers toxic. This serpent was a descendant of Venomia, the Serpent of Blight, whose venom had once plagued entire Empire.

Lucan and Maris ventured into the Poisoned Hollow, their armor enchanted to resist the venomous toxins. The air was thick with the stench of decay as they waded through the mire of dying vegetation. The serpent\'s trail was clear—a path of destruction marked by blackened trees and poisoned streams.

In a clearing surrounded by withered trees, they found the Venomspike Serpent coiled around the remains of a great tree. Its eyes gleamed with malevolence as it uncoiled and struck, its fangs bared and venomous spikes ready to pierce.

Lucan dodged the serpent\'s initial strike, rolling to the side as it crashed into the ground, leaving a pool of hissing venom. Maris conjured a protective barrier of wind, deflecting the serpent\'s venomous spikes while Lucan moved in for the attack. With every strike, Lucan aimed for the gaps in the serpent\'s scales, while Maris used her magic to keep the serpent at bay.

The battle was fierce, with the serpent\'s venomous spikes creating a deadly obstacle. Lucan and Maris worked in unison—Lucan\'s swift movements and powerful strikes complemented by Maris\'s precise magical attacks. Finally, as the serpent reared back for a devastating strike, Lucan seized the opportunity.

He thrust his sword deep into the serpent\'s underbelly, while Maris unleashed a concentrated burst of wind magic to drive the blade deeper.

The serpent let out a screeching hiss as its coils flailed wildly. Lucan and Maris stood their ground, the serpent\'s thrashing gradually slowing until it lay still. A single drop of bright green venom oozed from the wound, glowing with an eerie light—a remnant of Venomia\'s ancient power.

6. The Frostmane Yeti

The sixth beast they faced was the Frostmane Yeti, a towering creature of the Icebound Wastes, covered in thick white fur and wielding claws capable of rending steel. Its breath was said to freeze anything in its path, bringing a chill as cold as the heart of winter itself.

Lucan and Maris braved the frozen tundras, their breaths misting in the frigid air. The landscape was a desolate expanse of snow and ice, punctuated by jagged peaks and frozen rivers. The Frostmane Yeti was easy to find—its tracks were large, and the blood of its prey stained the snow beneath it.

In a frozen valley, they found the Yeti standing over a carcass, its fur matted with ice and blood. It roared upon seeing them, its icy breath freezing the air between them. Lucan summoned a protective aura of fire, pushing back the cold as Maris summoned a shield of magic to deflect the Yeti\'s freezing breath.

The battle was a fierce clash of elements. Lucan struck with his flaming sword, his blows melting through the Yeti\'s thick fur, while Maris used her magic to create barriers of warmth and fire. The Yeti\'s massive claws swiped through the air, but Lucan\'s agility allowed him to evade the attacks, delivering precise strikes to its vulnerable spots.

As the Yeti reared back for a final, devastating strike, Lucan and Maris combined their forces. Lucan summoned a powerful wave of fire while Maris amplified the heat with a burst of magic. With one final strike, Lucan drove his sword into the Yeti\'s heart. The beast\'s roar was a chilling cry that faded into silence as it collapsed into the snow, its fur smoldering.

From the wound, a single drop of blue blood emerged, freezing the snow around it. The drop, infused with the ancient power of Boreas, glowed with an ethereal light that absorbed into Lucan\'s bracelet.

7. The Shadowfang Panther

The final beast was the Shadowfang Panther, a creature of darkness that prowled the midnight forests of the Gloomshade Woods. This panther had fur as black as night, with glowing red eyes and an ability to move through the shadows with deadly precision. It was a descendant of Nyxara, the Beast of Shadows.

Lucan and Maris ventured into the Gloomshade Woods under the cover of night. The darkness was oppressive, the twisted branches blocking out the moonlight. The only signs of the panther\'s presence were the faint rustling of leaves and occasional snaps of twigs.

The panther struck with lightning speed, leaping from the shadows with a snarl. Lucan sidestepped its attack, his sword flashing in the darkness as he struck at its side. Maris, her eyes sharp, used her magic to create a net of light that illuminated the forest, revealing the panther\'s movements.

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The battle was a deadly dance of light and shadow. Lucan and Maris coordinated their attacks—Lucan engaging the panther directly while Maris kept the shadows at bay with her magic. The panther, though fierce and elusive, could not escape their combined assault.

Finally, Lucan managed to corner the panther. Maris\'s net of light had banished the shadows, leaving the panther exposed. With a final, desperate lunge, the panther charged at Lucan. He met its charge head-on, driving his sword through the beast\'s heart. The panther\'s final growl was a low, mournful sound as it dissolved into the shadows.

From the darkness, a single drop of blood remained, glowing with the inky blackness of Nyxara\'s ancient power.

Lucan and Maris killed all Seven Ancient Beast. With this, the land these seven ancient beast ruled would become human residence. Every beast ruled a land as big as country.

After two or three hundred years, these seven beast\'s land would make seven new country.