Location - Shiu battlefield
In the heart of the Shiu battlefield, chaos reigned supreme. Blood splattered across the landscape, staining the earth in crimson hues, and the air was thick with the sickening stench of death. The once vibrant ground was now a grotesque canvas, painted with severed limbs, shattered torsos, and lifeless sorcerers whose eyes remained wide open in eternal shock. Their bodies lay twisted, their blood soaking the shattered cobblestones and the walls of crumbling buildings.
Amid the carnage, screams of agony and defiant battle cries mingled with the crackling roar of elemental magic. Sorcerers fought desperately, their wounds pouring blood, some missing arms and legs, their bodies trembling from sheer exhaustion. Yet, they continued to clash with the demonic horde, refusing to back down despite being hopelessly outnumbered.
A lone sorcerer drove his sword into a demon's stomach. Blood gushed from the gaping wound, splattering onto his face. But his victory was short-lived. Before his horrified eyes, the demon's flesh began to knit itself back together, the wound vanishing within seconds.
Fear seized his heart as he staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief. His voice quivered as he shouted, "Guys... These demons.... they're too strong! We.... We can't kill them! They outnumber us.... and they also regenerate so fast!"
His words were barely out when the demon's eyes gleamed with malevolent joy. It raised a massive axe high into the air and brought it down with brutal force. The sorcerer's right arm was severed in a single blow. He screamed in agony, his blood spraying across the ground. "AAAAAAHHHHH!" The cry of pain echoed across the battlefield.
Nearby, another sorcerer parried a demon's claws, only to glance over and see his comrade's arm flying through the air. Rage exploded within him. "Hold on! Our leaders will kill their demon commander! Just hold on a little longer!" His voice was a beacon of hope amidst the despair. Lightning surged around his blade as he leaped into the air, aiming for the demon's head, determination blazing in his eyes.
On the other side of the battlefield, the true battle of titans was about to begin. Nirav, Firoaz, and Wu Chan stood before Mirauza, the commander of the demon army. His dark green aura pulsated with sinister energy, distorting the air around him. The ground beneath him cracked under the weight of his power. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he gazed upon the three sorcerers who dared to challenge him.
Nirav's eyes blazed with fury, his fists trembling as his grip tightened around his double-edged sword. "You bastard..." he growled, pointing his blade at Mirauza. "This time, there is no escape for you. I will kill you. I swear!"
Mirauza's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Oh? You are burning with rage, How terrifying" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Firoaz stepped forward, his muscles taut with barely contained fury. He hoisted his colossal hammer, his eyes burning with hatred. "Enough of your filth! I'll smash you into the ground with my hammer until your death, you're nothing but a stain!" With a roar, he charged, swinging his hammer with bone-shattering force. The ground split beneath the impact, and demon blood sprayed from the crushed remains of a lesser demon that had wandered too close.
Wu Chan's voice was calm, yet stern, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Nirav, Firoaz... Don't let your emotions consume you. You can't think straight if you fight with rage. Control yourselves."
But his words fell on deaf ears. Nirav and Firoaz were beyond reason, their hatred blinding them to all caution.
Mirauza's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he raised his scythe, its blade shimmering with dark energy. "Come then... Show me this rage of yours. Let's see how long you can survive" he sneered, his voice echoing with a sinister resonance.
With a battle cry that shook the earth, Nirav and Firoaz charged, their speed unmatched. But before they could even swing their weapons, a deafening "WHOOSH" cut through the air. Firoaz vanished in an instant. Nirav and Wu Chan barely had time to register his absence before they heard the sickening sound of flesh colliding with stone.
They spun around to see Mirauza holding Firoaz by the face, his fingers digging cruelly into Firoaz's skull. He slammed him into the ground with merciless force, again and again, the impact shaking the battlefield. Dust and debris flew into the air as Firoaz's body bounced lifelessly.
Mirauza's smile was cold, his voice dripping with malice. "You annoyed me a lot with that huge hammer of yours, brat. I'll break you first... then i will handle the rest of them." He lifted Firoaz into the air, his fingers crushing Firoaz's skull. With a monstrous roar, he launched him skyward.
Firoaz's body spun through the air, blood trailing from his mouth. Mirauza vanished, appearing above him in an instant. With a wicked grin, he drove his foot into Firoaz's gut. Firoaz's eyes bulged as the air was violently expelled from his lungs. His body shot downward like a meteor, slamming into the ruins of a collapsed building, which crumbled under the force.
Nirav and Wu Chan's faces twisted with horror. "FIROAZZZ!" they screamed, their voices breaking. But their cries were silenced as Mirauza appeared behind them, his voice calm and cold. "First worry about yourselves."
Wu Chan's instincts kicked in and he spun around, swinging his sword towards Mirauza with lethal precision. But, Mirauza ducked effortlessly, his moments fluid and graceful.
Nirav leapt high his double edged sword glowing with power as he brought it down in a deadly arc. But Mirauza caught his hand mid swing, his grip like iron. With a vicious right hook, Mirauza's fist crashed on Nirav's face, followed by a graceful backflip kick that sent him tumbling across the battlefield.
Wu Chan lunged with his sword attacked with precision, his sword slicing through the air. Sparks erupted as Mirauza blocked the strike with his scythe, his eyes flashing with rage. "You... You think your dirty tricks work on me again?!" With a roar, his aura exploded, the air growing heavy with his power.
He swung his scythe in a wide arc, the blade tearing through Wu Chan's chest. Blood sprayed from the wound as Wu Chan staggered, barely able to stand. Before he could recover, Mirauza's foot connected with his face, sending him crashing into a boulder. Blood trickled down his forehead as he struggled to remain conscious.
Mirauza approached Nirav, gripping his hair and yanking him off the ground. His smile was cold and cruel. "You talked too much, big mouth. Also You challenged me... but look at you now. Broken. Helpless. This is the price of arrogance. I'm going to enjoy your suffering... I'm going to savor every moment as I tear you all apart."
Nirav spat blood, his eyes blazing with defiance. But Mirauza merely laughed, raising his scythe and slicing a shallow cut across Nirav's forehead. Blood ran down his face, blinding him.
Then a voice rang out, filled with fury, "Take out your filthy hands from him!" Mirauza turned, his eyes narrowing as he saw Firoaz standing, bloodied but unbroken, his hammer crackling with power. He swings his hammer with all his might towards Mirauza.
Mirauza dodged with ease, his face turned to disappointment, "You... just don't know when to quit."
Firoaz's eyes burned with rage. "I'll never quit... not until you're dead!"
Firoaz responded with action, his hammer swinging horizontally with terrifying force, aiming to crush Mirauza's skull. But in a flash, Mirauza's hand shot out, fingers closing around the handle of the hammer with inhuman strength. His grip was like iron, unmoving.
Mirauza's lips curled into a snarl. "Then I'll just have to make you quit."
Before Firoaz could react, Mirauza's fists flew at blinding speed, a flurry of jabs that smashed into Firoaz's face, each blow cracking bone and drawing blood. A final punch slammed into his gut, the impact echoing across the battlefield. Firoaz's eyes bulged, blood spurting from his mouth as pain surged through his body.
But even then, Firoaz's spirit refused to yield. With a roar, he swung his hammer once more, defiance blazing in his eyes. Yet Mirauza's movements were fluid, almost mocking in their ease as he dodged effortlessly. His fist collided with Firoaz's chest, the force sending shockwaves through his body.
Then came the uppercut-devastating, brutal. Firoaz was launched skyward, his body twisting from the sheer power of the blow. Time seemed to slow as he hung in the air, vulnerable, helpless.
Mirauza's form blurred as he leaped high, his agility unnatural. His body spun in mid-air, his leg whipping around with deadly precision. "Take this!" he roared, his voice filled with malice. The spinning reverse kick slammed into Firoaz's stomach with a sickening crunch.
A howl of agony escaped Firoaz's lips as he was sent hurtling toward the ground, crashing into the earth with the force of a meteor. The ground shattered beneath him, dust and debris exploding outward. His body lay motionless, blood pooling beneath him.
Mirauza descended slowly, his silhouette menacing against the darkened sky. He raised his scythe, its wicked blade gleaming with anticipation. His voice was filled with cruel delight as he approached Firoaz's broken form, "Now I am going to end your life, brat."
With a roar, Mirauza brought his scythe down in a vicious arc, the air itself shrieking from the sheer force. But a sudden clash of steel echoed across the battlefield, halting the deadly strike. Sparks flew as a long sword intercepted the scythe's path, holding it at bay. That's Wu Chan.
Mirauza's eyes widened in fury. "YOU..." His voice trembled with rage, his aura flaring dangerously. He howled with agony, his voice shaking the earth itself, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHH...."
His body moved like a viper, his scythe spinning at terrifying speed. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around his assailant's throat. It was Wu Chan, his face calm but his eyes blazing with defiance.
"You old, decrepit fool..." Mirauza spat, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into Wu Chan's neck. "You should have stayed out of this."
But before he could strike, a flash of steel tore across his back. Blood sprayed into the air as Nirav's blade carved through his flesh. Yet, before Nirav could even blink, the wound closed, regenerating instantly.
Mirauza's head snapped around, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. He hurled Wu Chan away like a ragdoll, his body smashing into the ground. His scythe intercepted Nirav's next strike, the force sending shockwaves through the air.
"You dare... You dare to defy me?!" Mirauza's voice was venomous, his aura seething with hatred. His knee slammed into Nirav's gut, the impact stealing his breath and bending him double.
Firoaz staggered to his feet, his body trembling with pain, blood dripping from his wounds. But before he could steady himself, Mirauza's hands closed around Nirav's body, lifting him high before hurling him with inhuman strength. Nirav's body collided with Firoaz mid-air, the two crashing into Wu Chan with explosive force.
A massive boulder shattered as the three warriors were flung against it, the impact sending debris flying. They collapsed to the ground, their bodies broken, faces smeared with blood. Yet, with unyielding resolve, they rose once more, their weapons lifted high.
Mirauza's eyes narrowed, his body trembling with fury. "ENOUGH... ENOUGH!" His voice was a monstrous roar, his rage shaking the battlefield. "You morons... Do you really believe you can defeat me? Pathetic. It ends now. Once and for all... with my full power."
He moved his hands to his chest, his fingers weaving into an ancient gesture, his aura darkening ominously. Wu Chan's eyes widened in horror. "It can't be... No... Not that technique..."
Nirav's face turned pale, realization dawning. "He's performing..."
Firoaz's fists clenched, anger twisting his features. "This bastard..."
Mirauza's voice echoed with power as he chanted, "From the depths of the dark Abyss, the army of shadows arise... Shadows of eternity, warriors of darkness, serve my eternal power."
The ground beneath him turned black, a swirling pool of inky darkness spreading outwards. The air grew heavy, the battlefield trembling with a power unlike any other.
Mirauza roared. "Supreme Technique... DARK ABYSSAL LEGION!"
The pool of shadows erupted, figures emerging one by one. Armored knights, hundreds of them, their forms wrapped in darkness, their eyes burning a sinister red. Their swords gleamed with malevolence as they surrounded Mirauza, standing in perfect formation, awaiting his command.
Mirauza stood amidst his dark legion, a devilish smile curling his lips. "Now... you shall witness the true meaning of power." His voice was cold, merciless.
The three warriors stood frozen, their faces pale with disbelief. Wu Chan's voice trembled, "This... This is impossible..."
Nirav's sword shook in his hand, "How... How can we fight that?"
Firoaz gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with fury, "We... we're not done yet!"
But in their hearts, they knew they were facing an unfathomable force.
The narrator's voice echoed across the battlefield, "The ground quaked under Mirauza's terrifying power, his dark legion standing ready to erase all hope. As the Shiu battle reaches its climax, can the sorcerers withstand this monstrous power? Or will darkness consume them all? The end draws near... Prepare for an explosive, power-packed upcoming chapter!"
Chapter 12 - TO BE CONTINUED....