Erik’s resolve hardened, his grip tightening on his spear. "I will not let that happen," he declared, his voice steady despite the exhaustion creeping into his limbs. He drew upon the last reserves of his strength, channeling the power of the enchanted forest into his spear.
Instead of a simple beam, Erik crafted a complex construct of light—a luminous green dragon, its scales shimring with radiant energy. The dragon coiled around Erik with its wings spread out, its eyes glowing fiercely. With a roar, the dragon lunged at Silas, its jaws snapping with imnse power.
Silas recoiled, raising his hand to summon a shield of darkness. The dragon’s jaws clamped down on the shield, its radiant teeth gnawing through the dark energy. Erik pressed the attack, his spear striking in tandem with the dragon’s bites. Each hit from the spear and dragon chipped away at Silas’s defenses.
Silas snarled, summoning shadowy tendrils to lash out at the dragon. But Erik was ready, crafting a shield of light that intercepted the tendrils, deflecting them with ease. The dragon’s tail whipped around, smashing into Silas and sending him sprawling.
As Silas struggled to rise, Erik ford another construct—a radiant phoenix that soared into the air before diving toward the necromancer, talons outstretched. The phoenix struck with a burst of light, its radiant claws raking across Silas’s form, leaving trails of searing energy in its wake.
Silas scread, the pain and light overwhelming his senses. But Erik did not relent. He crafted chains of light, binding Silas in place. While battling Silas, Erik noticed that Silas had done sothing to himself that made him hard to kill or disperse.
Erik was getting tired and his mana reserve was low. The only way he could currently think of defeating Silas was to seal him. Silas, who was caught in the chains, could be seen struggling before suddenly stopping.
Erik remained on guard, watching Silas. Outside the domain, back on the ground where the soldiers were still fighting, the female mage of Silas, who had been unmoving the whole ti, suddenly wove a spell and took off into the sky with quickness.
Edward, who always had his eyes on her, followed. He didn’t know what was going on but knew he had to stop it. As he flew closer to the female general, he heard her muttering as if casting a spell. The clouds gathered, followed by a huge gust of wind targeted at Edward, who was taken aback as he tried to push past the wind.
Finally breaking through, Edward saw the female mage going through a hole that appeared in Silas’s domain before it closed.
Flying over to Erik’s domain, Edward tried reaching out to it but was repelled. Inside the domain, Erik remained on guard, eyes fixed on Silas, whose struggles had abruptly ceased. Suspicion gnawed at Erik; this sudden stillness seed unnatural. Just then, a piercing light broke through the domain, drawing Erik’s attention. He saw the female mage, Silas’s loyal lieutenant, entering through a tear in the fabric of the shadowy barrier.
Silas’s body was limp, the chains of light holding him aloft like a marionette with its strings cut. Erik could sense the faint pulse of dark magic still emanating from Silas, but it was different now—muted, as if hiding beneath layers of deception.
The female mage landed gracefully beside Silas, her eyes burning with a mix of determination and desperation. She began to chant, her voice low and steady, weaving a complex spell that intertwined with the remnants of Silas’s dark energy.
"No!" Erik lunged, spear poised to strike, but a barrier of shadow and light erupted between him and the mage. He slashed at it with his weapon, but it held firm, pulsing with a combined energy that seed unbreakable.
The mage’s chant grew louder, her words echoing with power. Silas’s body began to glow with a sickly green light, his form shimring and shifting.
The spear in Erik’s hand began buzzing and shaking, leaving his hands to float midair. Erik’s attention was torn away from Silas as he looked at the spear with tears falling from his eyes. "Please don’t leave ," he said to the spear.
The spear was a weapon crafted by the world consciousness of his world in the hope of slaying the demon that was about to kill them. Sadly, that didn’t happen, yet the spear made its way to this new world with him, and right now, a chance to kill that enemy was in front of them.
Erik knew that the spear was about to sacrifice itself to stop Silas from doing whatever he intended. Phantoms of elf souls appeared around the spear as they waved goodbye to Erik.
The spear, vibrating with an intense, otherworldly energy, floated higher, positioning itself directly between Erik and the barrier shielding Silas and the mage. Erik’s heart ached as he saw the phantoms of elf souls surrounding the spear, their ethereal forms shimring with a sorrowful light.
"No, please," Erik whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "We can find another way."
But the spear, guided by the collective will of the elf souls, seed resolute. The spear began to spin, gathering energy from the phantoms around it. The air crackled with power as the spear transford into a brilliant beam of light, piercing through the barrier with an unstoppable force. The mage’s chant faltered, her eyes widening in shock and horror.
Silas, who had been silent, opened his mouth as he struggled to get free from the chains’ hold, but the dragon and phoenix construct made sure he was held still.
"Nooo!" Silas roared as his body convulsed. The beam of light struck him, and the sickly green glow around him intensified before shattering into a million fragnts. The female mage behind Silas didn’t stop chanting as the light engulfed both figures, turning them to ashes and leaving nothing behind.
Erik watched in awe and sorrow as the spear’s light engulfed Silas, tearing a hole in Silas’s domain. The phantoms around the spear smiled one last ti at Erik before dissipating into the ether, their mission complete.
The domain around Erik began to collapse, the shadows retreating and the light returning. Using the platform beneath him, Erik shot forward and grabbed hold of the spear’s remnants as they fell toward the ground, now a simple, inert piece of tal.
Grabbing hold of the spear, Erik didn’t create another platform to stand on. He allowed himself to fall, the weight of the battle and the loss of the spear’s power heavy on his heart.
Edward saw Erik’s falling figure, fearing that Erik was badly damaged. He rushed, flapping his wings with urgency as he flew to grab hold of his new friend.
As Edward flew toward Erik, he didn’t notice the small dark seed that fell from the sky. Because he was up in the sky, his shadow wasn’t around him but was instead spread out down to the battlefield on the ground. The dark seed fell from the sky into Edward’s shadow.
As soon as the seed fell into his shadow, Edward’s shadow squird and turned a bit darker. He was unaware of this as he reached Erik.
"Erik!" Edward shouted, reaching out to catch him. Erik, still clutching the remnants of the spear, felt Edward’s strong arms wrap around him, steadying their descent.
"I’ve got you," Edward said, relief flooding his voice as he slowed their fall and floated in the sky, looking down on the battlefield below.
Erik looked at Edward, eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "Thank you," he said quietly, his grip tightening on the broken spear.
Edward helped Erik stand. "Is it over?" Edward asked, scanning the battlefield in confusion, as Silas’s troops were still moving like nothing had happened. For a mont, their formation faltered but quickly fixed itself.
Erik, already tired, clenched Edward’s hands. "Please, I need you to act and take care of them personally before they spawn a new queen and grow even stronger."
Edward nodded, dropping to the ground and leaving Erik in a safe place on the battlefield. Taking off once again into the sky, his wings dispersed, forming a huge fireball. This ti he wasn’t alone, as his flying troops joined him, each losing their wings to rge with the huge fireball. Soon a large shadow covered the sky above.
Beams of different sizes and concentrations fell from the sky, targeting Silas’s left army. Erik watched from his safe perch as Edward and his aerial troops ford the massive fireball. The sky darkened, and the battlefield below was illuminated by the ominous glow of the descending beams of fire. The enemy forces, caught off guard by the sudden assault, scrambled to defend themselves, but the relentless barrage was overwhelming.
The beams struck with pinpoint accuracy, decimating Silas’s left army. The ground shook with each impact, and Erik could see the panic spreading among the enemy ranks.
The current attack seed to push Silas’s army to their limit as they began devouring faster, even those roasted by the fire. Soon, one parasite soldier grew and changed, its body covered in a mirror-like surface.
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