Overwhelming darkness enveloped the entire war zone. It beca an advantage for creatures that were living their lives in the shadows. Elves and magicians did their best to cast a light spell to illuminate their surroundings, but that was to no avail; even the largest and brightest fireball they could produce did not give them vision.
This phenonon made the allied force restless. They felt trapped in a world of nothingness. Fear consud their hearts, affecting their ntality. Their senses beca numb, and unintended friendly fire started to occur.
After a while, pillars of fla rose on the battlefield, and countless demons were caught in the sudden surge of burning lava.
Then a thunderous roar was heard from above. "Don't get fooled by this trick; strengthen your will and focus your mind. Do not let your fears control you."
The Dragon King appeared to give his support.
"Salamander, what are you doing here? What happened to the Demon King?" questioned a green dragon.
"The old man was on the move. I was tasked with finishing the situation here," Salamander replied.
Salamander roared once more, and it attracted all the mindless demons. His claws tore all the approaching enemies apart while the others were turned to ashes. Dead bodies from demons started to pile up. The Dragon King's arrival gave security to the soldiers. And they got accustod to it as ti went on, fighting in the dark.
Demons who'd seen this scenario started to lose their montum. So of them knew how Salamander, the King of Dragons, brutally killed the Orc Lord, one of the Four Darkness Generals. Then, those who still had their consciousness intact fell back from the battlefield, and this act gave a near-end conclusion.
Little did they know that the being they feared so much had been trashed in strength by their king a mont ago.
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Behind the castle walls, Ren and Anelia continued their dance with each other. Ren, with his willpower, managed to pass Anelia's overwhelming defense in ti. With the tip of his sword, he barely made a small cut on the vampire's right cheek, but red smoke rose from it, and it healed in less than a second.
"Well, at least, I'm improving. A little progress is still progress," Ren thought.
Anelia jumped backwards after that close encounter with Ren. She felt fear for her life; if she didn't manage to move her head in ti, a simple cut wouldn't be the one she would get. Though she healed it for now, she could not do this every ti without sipping blood.
'Who is this man?' She thought. She attacked him a hundred tis, and his armor was now blown to pieces. And yet, no matter how many tis he fell, he climbed up and plunged at her. She looked at the sky and saw Cinhard, who was battling four enemies. She wanted to go up there and help her king deal with those people, but she knew how strong Cinhard was. The best support she could provide was to kill the man in front of her. Therefore, she bit her right hand and sucked her blood.
Ren, who saw that scene, lunged right away at the Vampire Queen, but she released a shockwave that threw him away. He knew what Anelia did very well. High-ranking vampires consud their blood, sacrificing their regenerative abilities to obtain a sudden boost in physical capabilities. They transford from elegant nobles into berserk fighters. Due to Cinhard's domain, Ren couldn't see well; he was just hanging due to the help of his enhanced eyesight. He scanned his surroundings to see where Anelia was when he felt a sudden pain in his abdon.
The next second, he found himself lying on the ground; his head got smacked, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. When he tried to stand, a heavy kick landed on his face. He tumbled upwards, and his body ford an arc before he slamd into a post. After that, a black-haired woman raised him by pulling so strands of his hair. His face and body were now in a complete ss. His nose and mouth, even his ear, were covered in blood. Yet he still thrust his sword at the silhouette in front of him.
Anelia saw the sword that was going straight for her chest. But she didn't evade. The sword traveled along its trajectory but couldn't pierce her. The attack was a hollow one.
"At least, your courage is comndable," Anelia said before she punched Ren once more.
Ren's mind went blank due to the punch that Anelia gave him. His eyes closed, but he never let go of his sword. Anelia looked at his nape, and her fangs grew longer. She bent down while still holding Ren by his hair. She was pleased by the outco of the fight, and she wanted to kill Ren by sucking him dry, but when she was supposed to take a bite. A spear made of lightning was thrown between her and Ren. She pulled Ren away before she evaded the attack, like a child who wouldn't let go of her newfound toy. She ran backwards while holding Ren by his hair to avoid the rain of lightning spears.
"Let him go, you blood-sucking demon," Calix shouted with anger while chasing Anelia. He produced a massive bolt of lightning and then threw it at her.
Anelia made several human-sized black orbs to slow down the lightning bolt thrown by Calix while getting away from him. The ti limit for her blood sacrifice was getting near, and she couldn't face Calix after that because of the backlash from consuming her blood.
She looked at Cinhard, but his hands were tied at the mont. He was locked in an extre battle with the Human Emperor and two others. She ran away into the woods to hide from Calix when she saw an undead army marching out of the swamp. And a smile blossod from her lips.
"As I thought, you were alive after all, Cadaver," she shouted while running towards the marching army of bones. But the undead knights attacked her as soon as she approached them. Extre shock was written all over her face. She managed to dodge, but a spear of lightning struck her in the back. It made her immobile for a second. And the next mont, two undead knights thrust their swords into her chest, giving her extre pain. She dropped Ren and tried to free herself by sending shockwaves to the knights, but a huge magic circle appeared below her, sealing all of her abilities. Afterwards, roots erged upwards and wrapped her hands and feet to prevent her from escaping.
"Bastard, Cadaver, why are you doing this?" She asked, full of hatred. Then a man whose face was covered in stitches walked out from the sea of undead. He was dressed in a hooded black robe, and if you looked closely, you would have noticed that his eye sockets were empty. He had a wooden staff with three skulls lined up from the top down to the shaft. Each skull's eye emitted lights of three different colors: black at the very top, red in the middle, and blue at the bottom. He was one of the Four Darkness Generals—the Undead Summoner of the West—who they thought was dead due to a sudden loss of contact a few months ago.
"Anelia, Anelia, Anelia, this is a revolution, my dear. It's ti to change the ruler of this place. And it will be my pleasure if you will pledge your loyalty to ," the man said while caressing Anelia's face.
"I won't bow down to anyone other than Cinhard," Anelia replied, then she spat in Cadaver's direction. Due to this, Cadaver slapped her with fury.
Calix, who was chasing Anelia, arrived the mont before this happened. And he continued to observe as the death knights retracted their swords, which made the vampire growl in pain.
"One last chance, Anelia, be mine, and I will save you from this; you will still be the queen, and I," Cadaver paused for a second then laughed before he continued, "the king."
Anelia wanted to kill the man who was laughing in front of her, but she couldn't do a thing. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, not because of the pain she felt but for the reason that she wouldn't be seeing Cinhard again.
"Cinhard will kill you, traitor," Anelia whispered with a smile on her face while tears silently flowed down her cheeks.
"You bitch," Cadaver said, then he slapped Anelia once again due to irritation. He walked back to the sea of undead, and one of the knights stepped closer to Anelia and stabbed her chest. The pain that she felt slowly faded away as her crimson-red eyes started to dim and closed for eternity.
Calix, who witnessed this scene, picked up the unconscious Ren and watched as the undead dragged the Vampire Queen's lifeless body back to the castle.
'I hope that we are right about the choice we've made,' he thought while he walked behind the army of bones.
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On the outskirts of a certain kingdom in the Embercrown Empire, a white-haired young woman was standing next to a window. She was staring in the direction of the Forest of Nightmares when her black eyes suddenly turned into a crimson-red hue.
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After Calix left the battle above the castle, purple and blue flas began to clash with each other. Augustus Embercrown VI, the Blazing Plum Phoenix, the current Emperor of the entire human race charged at Cinhard again and threw a burning straight punch to the Demon King's face.
Cinhard did not wait for the emperor's fist; instead, he welcod the attack by doing the sa thing. Their fists collided and produced a massive shockwave in the atmosphere. Then with his left hand holding his blade, he hacked the Emperor's side, but Augustus parried it with a simple tap of his palm and clenched his fist to aim for the Demon King's abdon. Cinhard stopped the attack by holding the Emperor's arm before it reached him. Once again, he burst his blue flas with the idea of burning the arm of the emperor, but just like what happened a few monts before, the emperor ignored the sudden blast of blue flas and punched him instead.
"As I thought, even my fla can't do a single thing to you," Cinhard said after evading the emperor's fist.
"I'm the manifestation of fla itself. You can't use it against ; that is my Legacy," Augustus replied before kicking Cinhard's side.
"No need to tell ; I already figured that much. But for you to declare your very own Legacy, you sure are confident, aren't you?" Cinhard asked while continuously dodging the emperor's attack.
Augustus didn't reply to Cinhard's provocation; instead, circlets of fla suddenly enveloped his arms, and all of his punches beca much faster and fiercer, but Cinhard still managed to dodge the attacks, and he even perford counterattacks. Then an arrow passed through him within a hair's breadth.
"Do not forget about us," the elven prince said while aiming his next shot.
Cinhard stepped into the air and vanished from the emperor's field of vision, and then a hand grasped the elf's head from behind.
"Of course not; I did not forget about you; I just think that you're not worthy enough of my attention," Cinhard said after his figure appeared at the back of the elf.
The elven prince let go of his bow and put all of his strength into his arm, yanking the hand away from him, but Cinhard's grip did not even budge.
A ball of water was imdiately thrown at Cinhard by Kizhaia while the old man was furiously running and shooting flas in his and the elf prince's direction, but the Demon King didn't even pay attention to their attacks as a curtain of fla appeared, encircled him, and negated all of the incoming projectiles.
"Let him go, Cinhard," Kizhaia begged from afar.
"The mont you stepped on this land, you should at least prepare yourself to die," Cinhard said, clenching his fist.
The elf shouted in agony before his head was crushed into tiny particles of flesh and bone. Blood splattered on Cinhard's face and clothes. Even the elf's brain turned into minceat.
However, the Demon King seed not to be that content with the result of his action when, in the next second, he set the young elf's body on fire.
The elven prince had been turned into ashes the mont the Emperor arrived. He threw a blazing punch but got blocked by the burning sword. Then, Cinhard, who was now drenched in blood, disappeared once more from his eyes.
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