Logan focused on giving Scorch every advantage in the fight. At level 80, his beast was formidable, but Logan knew this battle could push it over the edge, allowing it to level up.
Beside him, Luna and Riptide fought fiercely, protecting as many civilians as they could. Thankfully, all of Logan's beasts seed to share his innate drive to safeguard the populace.
Logan reached for his whip, now visibly transford. It was indeed a living weapon, though he hadn't paid it much attention before. Now, its energy pulsed stronger than ever as it absorbed his two innate elents. Darkness and Light ford distinct strands along the whip, each moving independently, unwilling to rge.
This was new. Previously, Logan had shaped the whip to suit his needs, but now it acted on its own. The weapon's handle drained more of his mana than usual, yet the energy manifested vividly in the strands.
Logan watched, astonished, as the light-infused strand reacted on its own, extending to pull a young boy to safety. Simultaneously, the dark energy acted like a tentacle, wrapping itself around the neck of a crazed demon. Unlike before, it didn't just bind—it began draining mana from the demon.
A second tendril of darkness erged from the whip, while the light energy worked to heal the boy, seemingly converting the stolen mana into restorative magic.
anwhile, Scorch was unstoppable. The massive beast smashed through the demon ranks, its fiery scales igniting the ground and consuming everything in its path. No spells or obstacles could halt its charge when fueled by the intensity of its fire.
Logan's attention snapped back to the battlefield. He allowed his whip to act autonomously, its darkness and light energies continuing their unpredictable but effective work. anwhile, Logan concentrated on firing Darkness Arrows at the demons attempting to bypass Scorch's destructive rampage.
His sharp eyes scanned the chaos, searching for a leader among the demons—soone directing their movents or, more importantly, one of the figures carrying the stones siphoning energy. Those individuals had to be eliminated to prevent future disasters.
Not far from Logan, Luna unleashed a frozen beam while facing at least fifty demons, her icy magic immobilizing the demons before her. In a single fluid motion, she leapt forward, using her tails to strike, shattering the ice into shards that scattered across the battlefield. Her acrobatic prowess made her nearly impossible to pin down, while the freezing energy slowed the demons, weakening their ability to respond.
Riptide charged head-on into the fray, his massive body eting twenty demons with unrelenting force. His claws tore through swords and shields, and even nearby structures crumbled as he smashed them aside, creating a clearing to fight comfortably.
The bear let out a deafening roar, its sheer power freezing the demons in their tracks. Harnessing his magic, Riptide summoned large ice spikes that tore through the battlefield, even piercing those attempting to hide under the rubble.
Logan felt the surge of mana within him as his creatures gained experience from the battle. Though he could not level up further without completing the mission, it was clear that once he did, his progress would leap by several levels.
His focus remained on Scorch, his whip and webs dragging demons toward his pet to feed its relentless charge. Logan felt no remorse this ti—the countless human bodies strewn across the battlefield weighed heavy on his heart, a painful reminder of the lives lost before he could save them.
Scorch, sensing Logan's resolve, moved swiftly and avoided harming any remaining civilians. The fiery creature roasted demons in its path, its searing tail lashing out to scatter the swarming enemies attempting to overwhelm it.
The battlefield descended into chaos, its intensity growing as Krexa completed her mission of safeguarding the humans. With her barrier in place to protect the survivors, she turned her focus to the fight, summoning volleys of stone spears that rained down on the demons with rciless precision.
Everything was turning in Logan's favor. The booming sound of the Wark's horns filled the air, heralding reinforcents as boar-mounted troops thundered onto the battlefield. Their arrival made the ground tremble, even causing Zyphor to hasten his movents. The stones in his possession were only half-charged, and returning with them incomplete would an failure.
[Ti for the next phase,] Zyphor muttered darkly. [Set up the large-scale magic. We need to finish this and retreat before the tar's creatures overwhelm us.]
Zyphor began casting his own spell, his form growing larger with each passing mont, his height doubling until he towered over the battlefield like a giant. With savage intent, he charged forward, ignoring Logan's group entirely, aiming instead for the civilians hiding behind barriers.
His objective was clear—mass slaughter. His actions were ant not just to destroy but to distract Logan's forces, buying ti for his army to activate the explosive large-scale magic they were preparing.
From his vantage point, Logan's eyes narrowed as he spotted Zyphor barreling toward the area where Lisa and Rubina were stationed.
[Scorch, leave the rest to Krexa's group. We've got a larger problem to handle—let's take down that demon!] Logan called out, his voice fierce with determination.
His focus shifted, now driven by a singular aim—to stop Zyphor and prevent any more senseless killing.
Logan couldn't shake the fear of leaving the enlarged demon unchecked, especially with the healing and support units directly in its path. Zyphor's massive form tore through the city, pushing buildings aside with ease and smashing earthen walls into rubble as if they were nothing.
Determined to intervene, Logan mounted Scorch, who had already braced himself for the impending charge. Shielding himself from the dinosaur's flas, Logan cast wind magic buffs to enhance Scorch's speed, turning the already formidable creature into a blur of fiery motion. To ensure maximum impact, Logan layered a mana shield over both himself and Scorch, amplifying the force of the incoming headbutt.
Zyphor halted his advance as he noticed the speeding dinosaur barreling toward him. A sinister smile spread across his face as he prepared for the collision, planting his feet firmly in a stance reminiscent of a sumo wrestler, ready to catch the charging beast head-on.
Despite the blazing, searing heat radiating from Scorch's scales, Zyphor seed unfazed, his towering figure exuding confidence. Logan couldn't help but wonder how the demon intended to withstand the flas—but there was no ti for hesitation as the clash lood closer.
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