Suddenly, Roman's voice echoed through the forest, his laughter maniacal and chilling. "You fools," he cackled.
A burst of dark energy exploded through the forest, sending the three of them flying out of the treeline.
They crashed to the ground, dazed and disoriented.
As they struggled to get back to their feet, they were met with a shocking sight: the Demon Lord, now free from Ares's attack, stood towering over the fae warriors, its eyes fixed on them with malevolent intent. The battle was far from over.
"Roman's getting away," Crimson growled, his fists clenched. "We have to go after him." Aaron nodded, his jaw set. "We'll regroup with the others and come up with a plan. We can't take him on alone." But for now, they had to focus on surviving the Demon Lord's wrath.
The Demon Lord turned its attention to Eris, its massive claws swiping at her with deadly precision. Eris fought back with her twin blades, but the Demon Lord's strength was overwhelming. Despite her valiant efforts, Eris stumbled backward, her movements slowing.
Ares leapt into the fray, his sword flashing in the dim light as he clashed with the Demon Lord. However, the Demon Lord's relentless assault on Eris continued, its blows pushing her to her limits. Eris stumbled to the ground, exhausted and frustrated.
Just as the Demon Lord's claws were about to deliver the final blow, Eris let out a mighty yell, and her powers of Strife and Discord erupted in a spectacular display. The air seemed to ripple with energy as her blades shimmered with an otherworldly light.
The Demon Lord and the surrounding demons began to incinerate, their bodies disintegrating into nothingness as Eris's powers ravaged them. Time seemed to stand still as she unleashed a flurry of slashes, her twin blades slicing through the demons with deadly precision.
Ares reached Eris's side just in time to see her finish off the last of the demons. With a swift strike, he landed a powerful blow on the Demon Lord's head, bursting it apart in a shower of dark energy.
Eryx and the others joined the fray, dispatching the remaining demons. When the dust settled, they surveyed the battlefield, but Roman was nowhere to be found. A search of the dark forest yielded nothing,Roman had vanished into thin air.
Eris stood panting, her chest heaving with exertion. "Where is he?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with Anger. "We can't let him escape."
Ares's face was grim. "We'll find him. He can't hide forever." But for now, they had to tend to their wounded and regroup. The battle may be won, but the war was far from over.
Days turned into an uneasy calm as Roman remained hidden, his disappearance leaving the fae warriors and their allies on high alert. Aaron, Eris, Ares, and the others scoured the land, searching for any sign of Roman, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air.
The fae warriors were on edge, their senses heightened as they waited for Roman's next move. The silence was oppressive, and the feeling of being watched hung heavy in the air.
Eris's eyes narrowed as she patrolled the borders, her twin blades at the ready. "I don't like this," she muttered to Aaron. "Roman's planning something. I can feel it."
Aaron's expression was grim. "We'll find him," he promised. "And when we do, he'll pay for what he's done."
But as the days ticked by, Roman remained elusive, his absence a constant reminder that the war was far from over. The fae warriors knew they couldn't stay on guard forever, but they wouldn't rest until Roman was brought to justice.
Roman vanished into the depths of the Underworld, a realm shrouded in eternal darkness and shadow. The air reeked of decay and death, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to writhe and twist with the restless spirits of the damned.
Roman's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he breathed in the noxious atmosphere. This was where he would replenish his power, where he would grow strong enough to exact his revenge on those who had wronged him.
With a twisted smile, Roman began to absorb the dark energy of the Underworld, feeling its power coursing through his veins like liquid fire. His body began to glow with an otherworldly aura, his eyes burning with an intense, malevolent light.
Roman's form remained unchanged as he absorbed the dark energy of the Underworld. Instead, his eyes burned with an increasing intensity, his power growing exponentially with each passing moment.
The dark energy coursed through his veins, fueling his ambition and sharpening his mind. Roman's presence seemed to darken the air around him, as if the very shadows themselves were drawn to his power.
With each breath, Roman felt his strength growing, his connection to the darkness deepening. He was becoming a being of immense power, driven by a singular focus: to reclaim his place among the living and exact his revenge on those who had wronged him.
The Underworld's dark energy seemed to be limitless, and Roman's absorption of it was only just beginning. As he continued to absorb the energy, his power grew, and with it, his malevolent intentions. The fae warriors and their allies remained unaware of the growing threat, but they would soon face a reckoning unlike anything they could imagine.