Todos los capítulos de ​Phoenix Wraith: Broken Bond : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The subterranean corridors leading to the Imperial Vault smelled of ancient stone, ozone, and rich people’s money. Reinforced blast doors lined the hallway, each one guarded by high-grade biometric scanners and heavy mana seals. Phoenix slid her golden keycard through the master scanner. BEE-BEEP. The twelve-inch-thick titanium vault doors hissed, unsealing with a heavy hydraulic thud that reverberated straight through the floorboards. As the doors slid open, a blinding wave of cerulean light washed over them. Rows of crystal pedestals lined the chamber, holding pristine mana cores, shimmering spiritual herbs, and high-density enhancement serums, each protected under a glowing forcefield. Toby gasped, his eyes wide enough to pop out of his skull. "Boss... this is the High-Grade Vault! Everything in here is worth at least half a million credits!" "And we're taking the cream of the crop," Phoenix said, stepping inside with a predatory glint in her dark brown eyes. She paced past a

The next morning, the primary training grounds smelled of ozone, heavy sweat, and impending doom. Class A had gathered in full force around the main combat arena. At the center stood Instructor Dan, leaning on a massive broadsword, his arms crossed over a bulletproof tactical vest. Hovering beside him was a floating holographic board listing today’s objective: LIVE SYNCHRONIZATION AND COMBAT DUELS. "Listen up, maggots," Dan barked, his voice booming across the concrete. "Yesterday's field practical proved one thing: most of you rely way too much on your expensive gear and fancy titles. Today, no armor, no battery grids, no cheap electrical pikes." He threw a sharp, lingering glare toward the back of the crowd. "Pure, raw physical body reinforcement and hand-to-hand combat." Phoenix stood at the edge of the line, casually stretching her hamstrings. She had stripped off her uniform jacket, wearing only a snug black tactical tank top and fitted combat pants. Thanks to the S-rank Drago

As Class A broke down into open weeping and began strapping on their fifty-pound weighted vests, Phoenix casually stepped over Travis’s twitching body, popping her knuckles. "Great workout, everyone!" Phoenix called out cheerfully to the sobbing elites. "Remember to stretch your hamstrings! Otherwise, your tears will cause severe muscle cramping!" Toby trotted up beside her, his digital stylus flying across his clipboard like a frantic hyperactive insect. "Boss, that was unbelievable! Your strike precision was 98.4%! You literally turned his nervous system off and on again like a faulty router!" "That's the beauty of human wiring, Toby," Phoenix said, walking toward the exit doors. "It doesn't matter how much S-rank mana you pump into a pipe—if I crush the valve, the water stops flowing." Suddenly, the heavy iron double doors of the arena blasted open with a deafening BOOM! A thick, dark purple fog rolled across the floor, smelling heavily of ancient incense and expensive me

Phoenix hit the overgrown mossy forest floor in a tight, fluid roll, her steel-toed boots kicking up a shower of glowing purple spores. She bounced back up instantly, her star-iron spear already whirling in a broad, defensive arc. SWOOSH! Before her boots even settled, the canopy above burst open. A six-legged, nightmarish hybrid between a wolf and a giant mantis plunged toward her face, its razor-sharp chitin scythes gleaming with venom. [TARGET DETECTED: B-RANK VENOM-SCYTHE STALKER] "A bit eager, aren't we?" Phoenix smirked. She didn't dodge backward. She ducked straight under the creature's lunging forelegs, drove the butt of her spear up into its jaw, and executed a ruthless upward thrust with her foot straight into its soft, unarmored groin joint. CRACK-SQUISH! The creature let out a high-pitched, wildly unholy screech that sounded like a blender full of rocks, curling up into a tight ball on the dirt. "Anatomical rule number one, bug-boy," Phoenix yelled, pivoting on her

Phoenix scaled the ruined skyscraper like a crack-addicted panther, her steel-toed boots biting into crumbling reinforced concrete. High above, the S-Rank Obsidian Wyvern screeched, unleashing a torrent of black plasma fire that dissolved three top floors into molten glass. "Toby! Fire the fucking tether!" Phoenix roared over the deafening wind. THWACK-BOOM! A thick star-iron cable shot through the smoke, impaling the Wyvern’s armored left shoulder. Phoenix grabbed the line, activated her Dragon-Blood core, and yanked herself upward into the sky like a kinetic missile. As she vaulted onto the Wyvern’s massive back, her eyes caught something unexpected stuck under the beast’s left wing. It was a guy. A ridiculously ripped, silver-haired guy in heavily dented S-rank silver paladin armor, pinned against the Wyvern’s scales by a massive jagged bone-spike. Blood was dripping down his chin, but his glowing blue eyes were burning with pure, stubborn defiance as he tried to jam a broken