The sky split with a deafening roar as a cloack demon and Veythar swooped down, blackened wings tearing through clouds, ash and embers scattering over the battlefield. Its four clawed arms raked the ground, sending soldiers flying. The generals braced themselves instantly.
The summoner were panting, "We’ll have our freedom." Before collapsing.
From the battlefield, a rough, triumphant cheer rises. The male demons roared in exhilaration, pounding their weapons against the ground. "Ha! We’re still alive! We’re still fighting!"
Kael yells to the nearby soldiers, sweat and soot on his face. "Enough screwing around with them! Tie up the summoners and deal with the leftovers!"
"Eyes up!" Kael Draven bellowed, raising his molten greatsword as he sprinted forward. "Don’t let that thing get away!"
"Miren!" Ravenn called.
"Sir?" Miren replied.
"Help the soldiers. We’ll take care of that beast." Ravenn commanded.
Miren started at him, wide eyed, before reluctantly agreeing, "Yes Sir. Take care of youself." As she ran toward the soldiers.
"Sylas, you owe a date if we get out of this, alive." Sylara asked, her eyes fixed toward the beast.
Sylas looked toward her, then smiled, "Then we’re are winning this."
"Fools! Pathetic humans!" The female demon’s voice cut through the air, silk and venom in each syllable. Her fingers stroked the beast’s armored flank. "This is only the start of your suffering! Feel the wrath of what you created!"
"She hates humans... I can feel it," whispered Varra Selwyn, swirling water around her fingertips, forming a deadly spiral.
"Good!" Demon hissed, "Hate! Blood! Pain! All owed to your kind!" She slamd her palm against Veythar’s neck; the beast scread, the sound tearing at eardrums, shaking the ground.
The beast went into a rampage. Slaughtering every soldiers in its path.
The generals scattered into formation, already acting as one. Renn Aster fired fla-crossbow bolts at the creature’s wings, molten streaks searing through the air.
"Eat this, you oversized nightmare!" she yelled, smirking at the beast’s screeching agony.
Veythar reared, whipping its drill-tail across Kael’s flank. He grunted, turning mid-run, cleaving through a clawed arm that tried to pierce him. Flas licked the asphalt. "Get out of my way!"
From the eastern flank, Serica Veylan lashed her serpentine whip toward Veythar’s eyes—snakes hissing, venom striking. "Your hatred only makes the world crueler!"
Fiora Dawnveil leapt atop a shattered wall, vines shooting into the beast’s underbelly, constricting its limbs. "Feel my roots! Fertilize this hell with your bones!"
Veythar howled, countering, claws snapping at the generals like lightning. Demon leaned low, her aura coiling around the beast like a black storm. "More, my pet... tear their flesh, drown their courage!"
Ravenn, Sylas and Sylara leaped toward it at the sa ti, striking at it full force. The beast roared. As they had done so damage.
Across the chaos, Kairi launched herself into the air, katana slicing like a cot. "Finally, my fun begins!" Her blade glowed, swinging downward in a perfect arc toward the beast’s head.
Then Kairi dove from above, katana flashing. Sparks exploded where her blade t the monster’s armored forelimb, her exhilaration clear in every shout. "Finally... let’s see what you’re made of!"
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Aiden knelt, pressing his hands against the wounds he’d taken to shield Seraphina and Arisha. Tears streaked Arisha’s face due to guilt.
"System..." Aiden murmured, voice tight with strain. "Healing ti?"
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[ESTIMATED FULL RECOVERY: FIVE MINUTES]
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He exhaled, steadying his racing heart. Every second counted. Every second the generals kept the battlefield from descending into total carnage.
Luna crouched close, tail lashing nervously. "Master... are you okay? That thing... it’s huge!"
"I’m fine," Aiden said quietly, voice strained. "Just five more minutes... System says full recovery takes that long."
Nyxion crouched toward him. "Five minutes... that’s a long ti when it’s right there."
Thristle’s added. "Vegi-Chan... Can you help him?"
"With wound this deep, five minutes is much faster than what I can do." Vegia replied.
Ivy clung to Luna’s arm, eyes wide. "Onii-chan... I don’t like this... it’s scary."
Seraphina stayed silent, hugging herself, but her eyes never left Aiden. "You’ll be okay, won’t you?" she whispered.
Aiden reached out, placing a hand gently over hers. "I will. Just stay calm."
Arisha’s tears fell freely as she cupoed his face. "Sir... I am—"
"It’s alright," Aiden said softly. "You both are safe. That’s all that matters right now."
Nivara walked toward Aiden, then she bowed toward him, "Sir. Thankyou for saving her. I will forever be in your debt."
"Nini..." Seraphina said softly.
Aiden chuckled, "Husband always protect their wives."
"Huh?" Nivara eyes widened.
"Eh?" Seraphina murred, cheeks turning red.
Luna growled, pressing closer. "Master... hurry!"
Aiden closed his eyes for a mont, letting the healing energy pulse through him. Each second dragged, the screams and roars around them a distant thunder. But his focus kept drifting to the cloaked demon in the distance. Her glowing eyes occasionally t his, a strange pull in both their gazes.
"System... can you confirm?" he muttered. "Five minutes. That’s it."
"Affirmative," the System replied in his head.
The cloaked demon, standing mid-air, observed silently. Occasionally her glowing eyes flicked toward Aiden, a strange, almost magnetic pull evident in her gaze, as if sothing unspoken drew them together. Aiden, despite his pain, couldn’t help but glance back, feeling that sa pull.
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The generals fought in a coordinated storm. Kael spun his sword, cutting through claws as molten rivers trailed. Renn’s crossbow fire created explosions on impact. Varra’s tidal strikes toppled the beast mid-flight. Serica’s vipers struck lethal precision while Fiora’s vines tore through its scales. Ravenn’s striked his halberd toward the beast at his full strength. Sylas and Sylara strking at it with their bare fists.
Veythar lunged, screeching. Kairi slamd a slash into its clawed arm mid-air. "Eat this!" The blade sparked against the chitinous armor.
The demon hovered above, black wings outstretched, a lethal goddess of vengeance. "Die, you weaklings! You humans deserve every wound, every scream!" Her eyes glowed milky white, tattoos flaring as her power surged.
"Not today, demon," Kael roared, swinging, molten steel connecting with Veythar’s side. The beast shrieked, thrashing violently.
The demon scread from above, spittle flying. "HUMANS! You will burn for your arrogance! EVERY ONE OF YOU!" She sent a black wave of energy, twisting the battlefield.
"Not on my watch!" Kael roared, flas bursting outward, lting the energy barrier mid-wave.
Renn laughed, firing another bolt. "You’re on fire, Kael!"
Even as the generals fought with desperation and brilliance, Aiden’s eyes kept drifting toward the cloaked demon. Every ti their gazes t, the sa pull, the sa recognition, tugged at him. She seed equally aware, her movents precise but hesitant, as though the battle weren’t the only thing on her mind.
Varra’s water spear smashed into Selvara’s flank. Serica’s whip lashed at her feet. Fiora’s vines ripped through the rubble underfoot.
Kairi darted mid-air, slicing energy into Veythar’s wings, screaming in exhilaration. "This is fun!"
The Demon roared, teeth bared, claws striking toward the generals. "You... weak... humans... I... will... destroy!"
"Not if we destroy you first!" Kael yelled, spinning in a fiery tornado, cleaving through the air and tearing into the beast’s legs.
Renn’s crossbow bolts ignited, scattering demons. Varra’s tidal wave knocked Veythar sideways. Serica’s venom struck with deadly precision. Fiora’s thorns tore at Selvara’s cloak as she dove.
Kael Draven’s molten sword glinted as he spun, shouting over the roar. "Renn! Keep those crossbow bolts ready—watch the wings!"
Renn Aster smirked, firing a precise bolt that ignited a demon mid-scream. "Got it, Kael. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty more where that ca from. And you owe a dinner after this."
"Alright!" Kael replied.
"Wait? Really?" Renn asked again, maming sure she heard it right.
Then bounched in excitent, her boobs bouncing with her. "Let’s go!"
Serica Veylan’s serpents writhed around her, eyes flicking from demon to demon. "Fiora, your vines—now! Trap it before it flails again!"
Fiora Dawnveil’s laugh carried across the chaos. "Already done, Serica! Let’s see it struggle for once!"
From the shadows, rek Silia’s daggers glead, striking toward the demon.
The demon notices her, as she side stepped mid-air and it that instant, she ducked and kicked rek.
rek blocked with her blades, but the force slamd her toward the ground. She stabled her herself and landed on her feet, wipping the blood on her lips.
"Did she just kicked rek?" Sylara asked, surprised.
"Who is she?" Sylas asked.
Ravenn looked toward the Demon and he felt it, "No... It can’t be!"
"Ravenn, do you have sothing you should inform us about?" Sylas asked.
"I am not sure. But that presence. It can’t be anyone else but her." Ravenn said, his tone filled with worry.
"Who is it?" rek walked toward them, clutching her ribs.
"I guess she is, Selvara Nel Asto Nystovara. One of the generals of the demon kings army. She is also one of the founding mber of the Pale Hands."
"What?" Everyone shouted in unison.
"Revenn, are you sure?" Kael asked Ravenn.
The demon heard on their conversation and said, "So... You found out already." As she suddenly pulled off her cloack.
Gasp rippled through the battle field.
"No... It can’t be." The Queen whispered.
Before them was the very image of lethal beauty—her smooth white pale skin etched with black demonic tattoos that wind across her face, throat, and chest, her milky-white eyes glowing faintly with slit pupils that give her gaze a haunting allure. Twin obsidian horns crown her head, their polished ridges frad by the cascade of her silver-white hair flowing past her waist like moonlight against shadow. A full, voluptuous bust strains against the intricate black top clinging to her curves, her cleavage frad by elegant web-like markings, while a loose black cloak drapes her shoulders without ever hiding her sensual figure. Great leathery wings unfurl from her back with quiet dominance, runic markings along her body glowing when her power awakens. Her toned stomach narrows into wide hips and long, powerful thighs, every line of her form balanced between battle-born strength and feminine grace,
Seeing the demon, Aiden felt an unbearable pain shot through his head, as he scread out in pain.
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END OF Chapter : 112 : SUMMONING!
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