Wu Chan, Firoaz, and Nirav stand together in unison, preparing for their final stand against Mirauza. The air is thick with tension, each of them waiting for the right moment to strike. The demon's confident grin suggests he doesn't fear them, but the trio is determined to prove him wrong.
Nirav brushed the dirt from his cheek, eyes glinting with mischief despite the exhaustion, and called out with a crooked grin, "Hey guys, are you having fun with him or what?"
Firoaz managed a barking laugh between gasps. "Yeah… tons of fun, Nirav. That bastard's tossing us around like rag dolls. My spine's gonna remember this day."
Wu Chan, doubled over and lungs burning, shot Firoaz a hard look, frustration cutting through his words. "He's too strong, Nirav. Like, a whole other level. We're barely keeping up with him!"
Nirav, ever the curious, fearlessly marveled as he circled back toward the heart of the hellish fray. "I sensed his power... Honestly, I've never met a demon this powerful. Stronger than any demons I've faced…"
Wu Chan straightened, a note of dark awe rippling through his voice. "And on top of that… he's wielding dark elemental power. It's unreal."
Nirav's eyes went wide with astonishment and worry, his grip tightening on his sword. "Wait… dark element? Is that even possible? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing!"
Before the next breath, a guttural snarl cut through their stunned rapport—Mirauza's voice, cold and sharp as winter steel. "Enough of your chit chat. Are you going to fight me, or just gossip yourselves to death?"
Without hesitation, Nirav stepped forward, double-edged blade glinting. He leveled it at Mirauza, voice icy and resolute, "Wait a minute, bastard. This is your last day, so take a moment. Breathe it in—savor it."
Mirauza rolled his head back, letting out a dark, mocking chuckle, "My last day…? Hah… We'll see about that..."
Without hesitation, the three warriors charge, their weapons ready. Wu Chan leads the charge, his sword raised high. With a powerful swing, he aims for a decisive strike at Mirauza, but the demon counters effortlessly with his scythe. The force of the clash creates sparks through the weapon.
Nirav and Firoaz split, Firoaz going left and Nirav going right, their movements swift and fluid. Nirav, with precise control flies high, chanting while dashing towards Mirauza, "Power of Water, Aqua Crescent Slash!" A crescent-shaped wave of water slash rushes toward Mirauza's neck, but the demon easily ducks, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Firoaz follows with his own strike, aiming a mighty blow with his hammer, "Power of strength, massive head strike". Mirauza, agile as ever, dodges with a backflip, landing gracefully on the ground. The impact of Firoaz's hammer hitting the earth with a crushing force sends dust flying and creates smoke, but Mirauza remains unfazed, scanning the smoke with sharp eyes like a predator.
Suddenly, the trio presses their attack in tandem. Nirav and Firoaz move in close, striking in rapid succession. Nirav rapidly strikes with his double edged sword and Firoaz swings his hammer with fierce strength.
Mirauza blocks their blows with his scythe, his expression tightening as he struggles to keep up. At the perfect moment, suddenly Wu Chan gets behind Mirauza and stabs back precisely, his sword crackling with energy. "Power of Thunder, Thunder Lance!" he chants, unleashing a bolt of lightning from his blade.
Mirauza reels from the force of the attack, but Nirav seizes the opportunity. He swings his sword to cut at the demon's side, but Mirauza deflects it with his scythe. Just as the trio's momentum seems to wane, Firoaz lands a crushing blow to Mirauza's face. The demon is sent flying and rolling multiple times in the ground and crashing into the huge boulder with a loud impact.
He rises slowly, blood dripping from his face. Despite the injury, he sneers. "Is that the best you can do? I am far beyond your level, and you will never defeat me with a punt attack like this."
Nirav's voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding. "Enough of your nonsense. Either fight or retreat with your shitty demon army. We have no time for your blabbering."
Mirauza growls, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You'll regret those words soon bloody sorcerer. Prepare yourselves."
With renewed fury, Mirauza charges at the trio. His scythe swings in a deadly arc. "Power of Darkness, Abyssal Crescent Slash!" he yells, sending two arcs of shadow energy toward them. The trio leaps to the side, narrowly dodging the deadly strikes.
Wu Chan and Nirav close in, their weapons flashing in the air. Mirauza blocks their attacks with impressive strength, sparks flying from the clash of their weapons. Firoaz, taking the opportunity, leaps high into the air. "Power of Strength, Ironclad downward Smash!" he calls, his hammer aimed at Mirauza's head.
Mirauza, sensing the danger, quickly retreats, avoiding the blow. The shockwave from Firoaz's strike creates a ripple through the ground, but Mirauza is already moving again, analyzing the trio's coordinated efforts.
"So this is your strategy? Wear me down with quick strikes, then land the heavy blows when I'm distracted?" Mirauza muses, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Pathetic. What a simple move."
Nirav doesn't hesitate, charging again. His sword moves with blinding speed, cutting through the air as he attacks relentlessly. Mirauza blocks each strike with an intensity that shows his growing frustration. Just as the demon prepares to retaliate, Firoaz swings his hammer at Mirauza's leg, hoping to incapacitate him. Mirauza, in an unexpected move, counters by using his energy to push back the strike.
Nirav follows with another chant, summoning the power of water. "Water surge, capture the foes, Water prison!" he calls, creating a massive surge of water that surrounds Mirauza like a prison. The demon is momentarily trapped, unable to move. Firoaz takes full advantage, landing a devastating blow to Mirauza's side with his hammer.
The shockwaves from the impact are intense, sending Mirauza sprawling across the battlefield, crashing into nearby structures rapidly. Dust and debris fill the air as the trio stands ready, determined not to let up.
Firoaz looks at Nirav, a grin creeping across his face. "That was a great move. We've got him on the ropes now."
But Nirav, ever cautious, warns, "Don't get too confident. He's not finished yet."
The smoke clears, and Mirauza emerges from the rubble, a look of fury in his eyes. Despite the injuries, his scythe still gleams with deadly intent. His face is covered with a streaming blood, his broken arm hanging limply and useless in a grotesque form, but there's no sign of him backing down.
"You've hurt me," Mirauza admits, his voice seething with rage. "But you won't get another chance. I'll crush you all."
With a chilling grin, Mirauza snaps back his broken arm casually and heals his wounds and face in an instant, his Aki power surging through his body. He also heals his previous wounds in a second. The trio watches in disbelief as the demon's injuries vanish, as though they had never been there.
Firoaz amazed by his regeneration and shocks "he heals is wounds just like that... Incredible..." Firoaz clenches his fists. "We need to keep pressing him. If we stop, he'll just heal again."
Nirav with an annoying reaction. "Please... I know it better than you, don't blabber."
Nirav and Firoaz surged forward, their eyes burning with determination as they charged Mirauza. The demon general stood his ground, a twisted grin spreading across his face as he ready his scythe for the upcoming assault.
Just as he braced the impact, a flicker of instinct twisted through his mind. His grin faltered.
"Where is that old human?"
His eyes widened in realization, but it was too late. He spun head around, suspicion etched across his twisted features.
Wu Chan stood behind him, the veteran sorcerer eyes burned with fierce resolve, his long sword already in motion. "Power of thunder, Thunder Lance" In a single, fluid strike, the blade drove into Mirauza's back, piercing clean through his chest with a crackling Thunder.
Mirauza's roar tore through the air, a visceral howl of agony. "Ahhhhhhh!"
The demon's blood sprayed in streams as he writhed against the steel skewering his heart.
Firoaz saw the opening and seized it without hesitation. He leapt into the air, his mighty hammer raised high, he brought it down with terrifying force.
"Crush beneath my strength!" He bellowed.
With a sickening crack, the hammer shattered Mirauza's knee, splintering bone and flesh.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Mirauza's scream echoed again, louder and more feral than before, his voice a cacophony of agony and fury. His leg buckled beneath him, and he collapsed onto one knee, trembling with unrestrained rage.
"Now it ends!" Nirav roared, streaking through the air with a blur of speed. He swings his double edged sword with all his might, aiming to sever Mirauza's head from his shoulders.
Mirauza blocks that strike with his scythe, steel met steel with a deafening clang.
Green aura surged out from Mirauza like a flame, his aura flaring with uncontrollable power.
"YOU WILL NOT KILL ME!"
With a furious sweep of his scythe, he unleashed a devastating arc of force that hurled Nirav backward. The sweep struck with such power that Nirav was flung through the air like a ragdoll.
Mirauza's broken knee heals itself in a grotesque display of rapid healing. Without pausing, he whirled and drove his boot into Firoaz's face. The kick landed with bone-rattling force, sending the hulking Firoaz airborne and he crashed down hard.
Mirauza turned to Wu Chan, his eyes glowing with malice. He grabbed the old sorcerer by the throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground and slamming on ground with a crushing force.
"You pitiful creatures..." Mirauza hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "You think you can defeat me? I will erase your kind from existence. Your lives are nothing but fleeting insects to us... And I am going to eradicate your race soon..."
Then a voice rang out to Mirauza's ear through like a haze.
"Say that again."
It was Firoaz. Bloody but unbroken, he raised his hammer once more, power coursing through his veins.
"Power of strength, Ironclad upward strike!"
His hammer arcing upward with unimaginable force. The blow connected with the center of Mirauza's forehead.
The impact exploded like a thunderclap and shockwaves ripple through the battlefield.
Mirauza sailed through the air, limbs flailing as he crashed into the earth. He tumbled end over end, plumping through the ground before smashing into a towering structure with a sickening crunch.
His forehead was wide open, blood gushing in torrents, pooling around his crumpled body.
Nirav, Wu Chan and Firoaz stood victorious, their breath ragged but their resolve unbroken.
Mirauza switched, his body trembling as his healing powers tried to knit the damage together. But his healing process becomes slower than before.
His eyes filled with rage and desperation, stared at enemies. "This... This can't be..."
Nirav wiped the blood from his face, his sword once again in his grip. "It's over for you, demon. Your power is failing. You can feel it, can't you?"
Mirauza clenched his teeth, his fury boiling over. "Damn it... My power... It's slipping away..."
He struggles to rise, from his forehead blood dripping off and falling on the ground, the three of them looming over him, ready for the final confrontation.
The narrator declares "The end of the battle draws near, prepares for the adrenaline filled action in upcoming chapters."
Chapter 10 - TO BE CONTINUED....