Location - Shiu battlefield
The Shiu battlefield stretched under a darkened sky, the clash of wills reverberating across its scarred surface. Three sorcerers-Nirav, Wu Chan, and Firoaz-stood poised, their focus sharp as they loomed over their foe. Mirauza, the demon commander, was bloodied, dark streaks dripping down his face as his formidable body struggled to heal. His energy waned, and for the first time, his regeneration faltered.
"Huh.... Time is running fast," Mirauza growled inwardly, his rage simmering beneath a strained expression. "If I don't end this soon, they'll bring me down. My Aki power... it's slipping away. I need time-just... Enough to recover."
But time was a luxury his enemies would not afford.
Suddenly, the trio surged forward, their combined speed a blur of determination. Dust and air rippled in their wake as they dashed toward Mirauza, relentlessly in their approach.
Mirauza's eyes flashed with fury. His grip on his scythe tightened as he lifted it to block their assault. The weapon hummed with dark energy, a testament to his fading strength but still potent with malice.
The three sorcerers struck with fierce precision, their weapons moving as one. Nirav led with his twin-edged sword, its sharp edge slicing through the space between them with perfect aim. Mirauza twisted back, evading the strike by a hair's breadth, but the attack did not relent. Wu Chan's long sword followed in a sweeping arc, forcing Mirauza to spin and parry with a clang that sent sparks into the air.
The battle surged in a relentless rhythm.
Mirauza dodged, his movements fluid but growing slower. Each strike came faster than the last. His arms ached under the weight of every parry, and though he blocked one blow after another, the pressure mounted like a tide he could no longer hold back.
With a swift, calculated motion, Nirav swung his sword in a powerful arc that caught Mirauza across the chest. A sharp line opened across his torso, and though shallow, the strike was true. The demon commander hissed through clenched teeth.
Wu Chan capitalized on the moment, his blade flashing once more. Mirauza swung his scythe, their weapons colliding in a burst of energy as sparks scattered like fireflies.
In perfect synchronization, Firoaz stepped into place. His hammer, imbued with the strength of earth, gleamed with power as he chanted his spell."Power of strength-Rockbreaker Blow!"
With measured precision, he unleashed his strike. The hammer moved in a smooth, controlled arc, its impact creating a sound that resonated through the battlefield-a tremor of raw force balanced by skill.
Mirauza staggered as the energy rippled through the ground beneath him. His body lifted from the force, carried backward as he landed with a powerful thud. Dust erupted into the air as he stumbled across the battlefield, coming to rest against a massive stone structure. The ancient building groaned under the collision before crumbling, its stones falling in a cascade that swallowed Mirauza in a cloud of debris.
The battlefield grew quiet, the dust settling in slow, swirling spirals. The three sorcerers stood firm, their gazes fixed on the ruins where their opponent had fallen.
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The battlefield was thick with swirling smoke and dust as Mirauza staggered from the wreckage, his towering form diminished but still imposing. His face was streaked with dark stains, his head bowed slightly, a sheen of blood dripping from his brow. His natural healing had slowed, every second adding strain to his weakened body. He clenched his jaw, his breath ragged, and stumbled as though the weight of defeat loomed just over his shoulders.
Then, from deep within his chest, a terrible sound broke free-a roar of unrelenting fury that tore through the silence like thunder.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
The cry carried across the battlefield, reverberating through the air with a force that seemed to bend the very ground.
Firoaz watched with a look of baffled curiosity, his hammer resting against his shoulder. "What's this now? Did that last blow scramble his brain? He's just screaming like a madman."
Wu Chan, ever the thoughtful observer, frowned deeply, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword. "No... This isn't madness. There's a purpose in that cry."
Nirav's eyes gleamed with sudden realization. "He's not losing control, He's sending a call-to the other demons."
Across the battlefield, the ripple effect became clear. From every corner, the demonic horde seemed to pause, their heads turning as though drawn by an unseen force. A collective, resonant howl followed, dark and fierce.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
The demons surged forward in a relentless wave, their movements coordinated by a shared, primal rage.
Firoaz's confident smirk faded. "What in the world did he do?!"
Wu Chan, his expression cold with understanding, replied, "He's trying to buy some time to regain his power through fighting the demon with us. If we don't stop him-"
Nirav finished the thought grimly. "...he'll become unstoppable."
Firoaz stepped forward, his resolve hard as iron. "I will not let humanity fall by the hands of these blood thirsty demons. I will strike them all, reach him and smash him with my hammer until his death."
Wu Chan gave a small, knowing smile. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."
Nirav tightened his grip on his twin blades, his eyes blazing. "Let's bring this to an end."
As the demons charged from every direction, their dark forms blurred together in a tide of destruction, the three sorcerers shifted into triangle formation. Standing back to back, their weapons raised, they braced for the storm that was about to descend.
Nirav's voice rang out, clear and steady. "We want to finish them fast-there's no time to waste."
Firoaz gave a confident nod. "Count on me."
Wu Chan's gaze remained steady. "Let's do it."
The first clash came with the force of a tempest, but they held their ground. Together, they fought as one, each strike precise and fierce. Against the rising storm of darkness, they shone like unbreakable beacons, driven by the strength of their unity and the resolve to protect all that remained.
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The three sorcerers charged forward, moving in perfect harmony, each step filled with raw power and purpose.
Nirav, with unwavering confidence, called out, "Power of water, swift water current!" His form shifted like the rushing tide, cutting through the air with fluid precision. His twin blades struck swiftly, splits three demons aside with ease.
Firoaz, his body rippling with strength, bellowed, "Power of strength, consecutive hammer blow!" With multiple powerful swings, his hammer slammed the demons into the earth, crushing four demons beneath its force.
Wu Chan, his movements as quickly as lightning, roared, "Power of thunder, dancing thunder god!" His sword moved with the grace of a storm, carving through the demons with fierce determination, slicing three of them in an instant.
Mirauza, though battered, staggered toward the sorcerers, a fire burning within him. He fought to steady his steps, his thoughts filled with anger. "I hate to admit it.... In this state they will defeat me. But, I won't go down without a fight. I need more time to regain my power, that's why I summon my forces to battle against them. I know the three of them defeat my forces, but it will buy me sometime. Now, the only way to regain my power is to consume humans, then I will take care of these pests."
As the demons closed in on the trio, the sorcerers saw Mirauza's weakened state and charged towards him to attack. Mirauza, drawing his scythe, smirked cruelly and shouted, "Come at me!"
Meanwhile, Nirav continued to battle the relentless demons. His sharp eyes flicked toward Mirauza's position.
His instincts kicked in. "Mr. Wu Chan, Firoaz!" Nirav called out. "The demon leader is heading toward the others!"
Wu Chan, slashing through the demon horde without pause, nodded. "I see him. But there's no gap in their attack. How are we supposed to stop this?!"
Firoaz slammed one demon in ground with a brutal force of his mighty hammer. He wiped the sweat from his brow and snarled, " I will take care of him, you two handle the rest of them."
Firoaz unleashes a brutal blows from his hammer and breaks through the demon army. But as Firoaz rushed toward Mirauza, a wave of ten demons blocked his path, growling in unison. He gritted his teeth, frustrated but resolute. "Damn it, these pests keep coming out of nowhere."
Firoaz keep swing his hammer again, knocking the demons down, but they kept coming, their numbers endless. Every moment mattered now.
On the other side of the battlefield, Mirauza strode forward with a menacing smirk, his scythe resting casually at his side. A sorcerer from the opposing ranks leapt into the air, his axe raised high, ready to strike down with all his might. Mirauza, with effortless grace, shifted to his left, the blade missing him by inches
Another sorcerer, his eyes fierce with determination, approached from the right side, chanting, "Power of fire, flame edge slash!" His sword blazed with flames as he swung for Mirauza's torso. But Mirauza raised his scythe, blocking the fiery blow with ease.
Mirauza's eyes gleamed with malice as he whispered, "Power of dark, shadow step slash!" He moved like a wraith, his form flickering with shadows as he sidestepped his opponents. In a flash, his scythe lashed out, slicing cleanly two sorcerers'arms, sending the blade, and his confidence, tumbling away.
Meanwhile, Wu chan stood tall amidst of choas. His voice roared with authority as he chanted, "Might of thunder, crash of lightning, roar of thunder, thunder dragon!" A colossal dragon of pure energy burst forth, its scales crackling with electricity. It surged across the battlefield, obliterating more than twenty demons in a single, earth shaking strike.
Not far away, Nirav focused his Aki energy, calling upon the might of the seas. "Waves arise, deep and wide, spirit of water, water dragon!" A serpentine creature made of roaring waves soared into the fray, sweeping through scores of demons with relentless power.
On the opposite flank, Firoaz wielded his hammer with devastating fury. "Power of strength, hammer of ruin!" Each swing shattered the ground, sending demons flying as their forms broke apart from his crushing blows. He grumbled between strikes, frustration creasing his brow. "When will I master my earth power? I'm tired of watching you two use chants while I just smash things!"
Nirav parried a demon's attack and smirked. "Stop complaining, Firoaz. You have greater strength than us, strength is your greatest gift!"
"Strength isn't enough," Firoaz muttered. "My true power lies in mastering the earth itself. Until then, I'm just a brute swinging a hammer."
Wu chan cut down another for and glanced at them. "Stay focused, boys. We'll discuss that after the battle. Right now, we have a battle to win."
Suddenly a thud interrupted them. A human body landed near their feet, motionless. Blood strained the ground, and the horror grew as they realized, the head was missing.
The trio's eyes widened in shock.
Before they could react, another body hurtled through the air, crashing just beside them.
Following the trajectory of the carnage, they turned and saw him, Mirauza standing tall, an aura of dark triumph swirling around him. Many lifeless sorcerers around him with blood stained on the ground. In his grasp was a severed head. He grinned wickedly before biting into it, his eyes never leaving his adversaries.
The rage within Nirav, Wu chan and Firoaz ignited like a storm. Their fists clenched, teeth ground together, and their grips tightened on their weapons until their knuckles turned white.
"Oh my," Mirauza sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Your soldiers are quite... Delicious. My belly is full of them."
The three sorcerers vibrated with fury, their Aki flaring.
Suddenly, Mirauza's aura expanded, a dark green force that radiated from his core. The ground trembled beneath his feet, cracks spider webbing outward. The weight of his power bore down on the battlefield, shaking the very earth.
"Now..." He growled, his malice tangible. "Let's end this once and for all."
The narrator's voice rose with gravity: "Mirauza has regained his power, feeding on the life force of his enemies. The tide of battle turns... And this clash will forever mark the history of Yathra. The world watches, what fate awaits? Wait and watch."
Chapter 11 - TO BE CONTINUED....