Unlike the previous battles, Logan felt the sting of his limitations. He yearned to complete his next evolution, knowing it would allow him to fully engage in a fight of this magnitude. Still, he refused to remain idle. Drawing upon every elent at his disposal, he condensed them into a concentrated ball of energy, determined to aid Scorch in defeating the towering demon who seed to lead the rest.
Lisa and Rubina, too, remained active. Rubina mounted Zephyr, combining her magic with the wind bird's skills to strengthen them both. Together, they rushed to assist Krexa, who struggled against the sheer number of demons—over two hundred—still fighting their way through the city, intent on reaching the civilians.
anwhile, Stormwing and Wyver were locked in their own fierce battles, contending with the relentless stream of demons pouring out from the ships. The twenty demon vessels continued their bombardnt of the harbor, undoing much of Krexa's earlier repairs.
Serana darted tirelessly between ships, her blood magic ensuring a constant supply of mana, allowing her to maintain her brutal assault. However, her body's stamina lagged behind, unable to fully keep up with the infinite energy she was drawing. Thankfully, Wyver the ice drake and Stormwing the thunderbird alternated between assisting her, ensuring she wasn't overwheld.
Lisa stood ready, preparing to cast Sacred Sanctuary. She bided her ti, waiting for the perfect mont to deploy it and buy the humans more ti. anwhile, Marie and Silvia worked in tandem, teleporting groups of civilians back to Highrule. Half of the populace had already been evacuated, leaving only the soldiers and mages behind to protect one another while they waited for their turn.
At the forefront of the battle, Zyphor, now a towering five-ter giant, stood motionless, his focus locked on Scorch as the dinosaur charged toward him. Just as the three-ter beast was about to deliver a headbutt, it veered away at the last second, unleashing three massive fireballs instead.
Zyphor, expecting to palm-strike the dinosaur's face, hesitated, his confusion briefly halting his response. He didn't notice the boy who had stealthily closed the distance. Logan, using his new chaleon camouflage skill, had crept within striking range. The most challenging part had been masking his mana signature, but that issue was conveniently solved as Scorch unleashed a jet of flas, obscuring Logan's approach.
Shielded by a fire-resistant spell, Logan advanced through the searing heat, hiding in the inferno until he was close enough to release his condensed mana orb. It was a culmination of every elent Logan could muster, a potent weapon that surged with destructive energy.
With precise timing, Logan activated his wings and shot into the air, retreating as fast as possible. A massive explosion erupted, striking Zyphor directly in the face with devastating force.
Seizing the opportunity, Scorch lashed out with its searing whip-like tail, aiming to slice through the demon general's leg, determined to gain the upper hand in this monuntal clash.
Zyphor roared in agony as blood stread from his chin and the wound on his foot, which felt as though it were being sliced by a burning saw. He growled, shrinking his massive fra slightly as he channeled the stored mana keeping his size to heal his injuries.
This transformation was not without its cost. Much like Dravor, who had gained dragon-like traits through years of relentless experintation, Zyphor had willingly accepted the infusion of Ogre blood to attain his power.
For centuries, demons had sought ways to counter the spirits' overwhelming strength. They experinted and adapted, searching endlessly for the ans to face the heroes destined to rise against them. Zyphor was living proof of this desperation—a creature molded by sacrifice and ambition, forged into a weapon designed to tip the scales of war.
Zyphor relished the regenerative powers bestowed upon him by Ogre blood. He had honed this trait carefully, pairing it with the ability to convert mana into raw strength. Now, as he reduced his towering size, he tapped into the mana from the stone he sought to fill, channeling its energy to enhance his body further.
[Rubina, we need your help over here! Give Scorch all the remaining fire stones you have, along with the ones I've collected as well as convert the pure mana crystals into fire mana so he gains all the experience he needs to evolve. I'll hold off the giant until he evolves—he only needs a little more!] Logan ntally called out, his determination unwavering. He knew Scorch wouldn't stand a chance without that final push toward evolution.
Logan handed Rubina his stock of pure mana crystals from the cave in Elris and the fire crystals, originally ant for taming the hydra—a plan interrupted by the demon infiltration. Now, those crystals were Scorch's best shot at hitting level 80.
Calling Scorch to return, Logan stepped forward to take his place in the fight. The sight was almost absurd: a five-ter demon facing off against a boy barely over a ter and a half.
Not wanting to be reduced to paste, Logan infused himself with Storm Wind, Zephyr's agility-enhancing buff, to augnt his speed. With only a third of his mana reserves left, he opted to conserve energy, relying on the speed boost and his living whip for offense.
The whip, becoming unpredictable, automatically drew its own portion of mana from Logan. This ti, it manifested one tendril of light energy, which clung to Logan's hand like a lifeline. anwhile, three tendrils of darkness shot out, swiftly wrapping around the demon's limbs. Each tendril, taut and unyielding, carried the strength of steel wires, tightening their hold with deadly precision.
"It's good to face one of you heroes, even if I sowhat understand your plan. Let's see if you can survive this!" Zyphor taunted, his booming voice reverberating across the battlefield.
The massive demon unleashed a series of devastating punches against the ground near Logan, each strike narrowly missing the boy by re strands of hair. Logan knew that Zyphor's experience and raw power vastly outmatched his current form.
Yet, the giant's size ca with a crucial weakness—predictability. Using his heightened dexterity, Logan analyzed the demon's movents, anticipating where each blow would land. All he needed was to move quickly and hope that his next step placed him in the right spot to avoid catastrophe.
Logan's whip proved invaluable, its living tendrils wrapping tightly around the demon, anchoring Logan as he maneuvered through the field. The whip's dark strands drained mana from Zyphor with relentless precision, weakening the demon increntally as Logan fought to endure the deadly onslaught.
Both Logan and Zyphor were completely engrossed in their fierce battle, their focus locked on each other. Neither noticed that Rubina had finished channeling all the fire crystal power into Scorch.
It wasn't until a brilliant glow began to emanate from Scorch that they paused, their movents halting as the light captured their attention. The battlefield seed to still for a mont, the chaos fading into the background as the dinosaur's form beca enveloped in radiant energy, signaling the start of its long-awaited evolution.
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