The cursed wolves—monstrous beasts with hollow eyes and bodies wrapped in black mist—surrounded Lucious Fang and the fallen Boros like a pack of hungry shadows.
Lucious narrowed his eyes, muttering, "Tch… this time, we're really in trouble."
These weren't ordinary creatures. They were Shadow Wolves, born from Lufi's forbidden magic—a manifestation of rage, darkness, and war-blood. Fast, ruthless, and immune to light-based spells.
Lucious stood his ground, realizing Boros was down for good. He couldn't drag him away, not with this many enemies closing in. Gritting his teeth, he summoned his magic spear, a weapon crackling with condensed lightning, and unleashed a barrage of mid-range attacks.
He pierced through the first wave of wolves, taking down five in a swift flurry. Then another three. But for every one he killed, more emerged from the mist—circling, growling, their fangs glowing with cursed energy.
Nearby, Victoria warriors tried to break through to help them, but the Utopia warriors blocked their path, locking them in an intense skirmish of their own.
Lucious clenched his fist. "Damn it. I'll have to do this alone."
Summoning all his strength, he pushed his magic to the limit. His spear danced with blinding speed, bolts of lightning tearing through the air. He roared as he pierced another group of wolves—ten more down in a brutal display of skill and power.
But it wasn't enough.
At least twenty-five to thirty wolves remained, and now they lunged at once—fangs bared, claws stretched out, darkness converging.
Just then—
FWOOOSH!
A glowing magic arrow streaked across the sky like a comet and exploded midair, unleashing a shockwave that blasted several wolves backward and scorched the mist.
Lucious turned, wide-eyed.
"Emma?!"
A figure stepped forward—bow in hand, cloak fluttering behind her. Her Blonde hair caught the Sunlight as her glowing eyes scanned the battlefield.
"You came at the right time," Lucious said with a breath of relief.
Emma nodded. "Are you alright?"
"Barely," he replied. "But now that you're here—let's finish this."
Without hesitation, they charged in together.
Lucious hurled his spear like a bolt of divine lightning, skewering wolves in a single strike, then recalled it with a snap of his fingers. Emma floated slightly above the ground, her arrows guided not by strings but pure mind control—each shot a deadly whisper of willpower.
The battlefield lit up with fire and lightning.
Together, they began to turn the tide
The last shadow wolf crumbled into dust as Emma's mind-guided arrow pierced its heart. The battlefield quieted, but only for a moment.
Suddenly, a mocking voice echoed through the smoke and ash.
"How cruel…"
A woman emerged from the darkness—tall, elegant, and terrifying. Her Black hair flowed like silk shadows, and her obsidian armor shimmered with cursed runes. Her eyes, deep crimson, glowed with ancient fury.
Lufi—the Dark Elf.
"You killed my precious pets," she said, her voice calm, yet laced with venom. "You'll both regret that."
Lucious Fang immediately stepped in front of Emma, sensing the weight of Lufi's terrifying aura.
"She's strong," Emma whispered, her hand tightening around her bow.
Without warning, Lufi raised her palm, and the sky turned black.
"Black Flame Blast."
A torrent of cursed fire roared toward them like a demon's breath. Lucious gritted his teeth and charged forward, his magic spear glowing with golden energy. With all his remaining strength, he hurled the spear, colliding head-on with the black flames.
BOOM! The explosion cracked the ground.
Lucious knelt, panting. His magic was almost depleted.
Lufi chuckled. "Impressive. But you look like you're about to drop."
Emma narrowed her eyes, reading the situation. "Lucious," she said firmly, "Take Boros and fall back."
He looked at her, torn. "What?"
"You're exhausted. Boros is still unconscious. If you stay, you'll just be in my way."
Lucious hesitated. "But—"
Emma's gaze didn't waver. "I'm not asking. I'll hold her off."
Lucious clenched his fists, frustration in his eyes. But he understood. "Alright… Don't die, Princess."
Just then, several Victoria warriors appeared behind them. One saluted Emma and turned to Lucious.
"General, we will protect princess Emma. You must take Boros to safety."
Lucius took one last look at Emma before he picked up Boros and rode off on a worriors horse to head off to the Victoria war chamber
Now, it was just Emma and Lufi.
The air grew cold. Magic crackled like lightning between them.
Lufi licked her lips. "Finally, just both us."
Emma raised her bow, arrows of pure mana forming behind her like wings.
"Let's end this," she said, her voice as sharp as her aim.
The Victoria warriors dismounted swiftly from horse, their boots striking the ground with resolve. Without hesitation, they stood in front of Emma, forming a protective wall between her and the dark elf.
Luffy tilted his head, smiling again. "How noble… You think you can protect her?"
Her crimson eyes flickered with cruel delight as she raised her hand.
"Rise… and serve me again."
A dark spell pulsed from her fingertips, flowing like black mist toward the scattered corpses of fallen warriors. Bones cracked. Flesh twisted. Eyes glowed with death.
Moments later, a horde of undead warriors—twisted, snarling, and soulless—rose from the earth.
The Victoria warriors faltered for a second.
Emma's voice rang out, calm and commanding.
"Don't waver. Fight them. I'll deal with her."
That was all they needed. With war cries, the Victoria soldiers charged toward the undead.
Emma and Lufi's eyes locked again.
No more words.
Lufi dashed forward, her hands blazing with dark energy.
"Dark Flame Charge!"
She exploded toward Emma like a comet of black fire.
Emma sidestepped and unleashed a volley—"Rain of Wind Arrows!"
Dozens of glowing arrows rained down from above, but Lufi spun mid-air and countered with a Black Flame Blast, disintegrating several arrows in an infernal eruption.
Their powers collided again and again.
Lufi hurled a Dark Ball, a pulsing sphere of corrupted magic.
Emma responded with Wind Spear, piercing through the darkness with a howling gust.
Explosions lit up the battlefield, magical wind clashing against cursed flame.
"Wind Storm Arrow!"
Emma conjured a massive arrow, infused with a raging tempest, and launched it.
Lufi smirked and cloaked herself in fire, charging through the blast with demonic force.
They clashed in the center—Emma's blade of wind against Lufi's flaming fists—sparks and embers flying with every blow.
Every attack answered. Every spell countered.
Neither backing down.
Their duel wasn't just a battle. It was a storm against an inferno.
And neither storm nor flame would yield easily.
Scene Shift – Victoria Kingdom War Chamber
Lucious Fang arrived at the war camp gates, his body bloodied and breath heavy. Boros, still unconscious, was slumped over the horse behind him.
A group of warriors rushed over.
"General!" one of them shouted.
They carefully pulled Boros down from the horse and carried him toward the medical quarters.
Lucious didn't wait. He pushed forward, straight into the heart of the Victoria war chamber.
Inside, the air was tense. Magical lanterns lit the grand strategy table where Princess Yuhi and King Advert White stood over a massive battle map.
Yuhi turned immediately. "Lucious! What happened?!"
Lucious knelt briefly out of respect, then stood, his voice serious.
"The front lines are falling. Boros is injured. Lufi—the dark elf—is holding the field with terrifying power. Emma is still fighting... but we can't hold much longer."
A moment of silence. Then King Advert's hand clenched into a fist.
"We'll send the third battalion."
But Yuhi looked outside. The sky had turned ink-black.
"No. Night has fallen."
She turned to the King.
"Sending more troops now would be a death march. We wait till first light."
Scene Shift – Utopiya Kingdom, Dark Throne Hall
Far from the battlefield, deep within the cold heart of Utopiya, Azrael stood in the throne chamber.
The hall was vast and silent, lit by flickering crimson torches. Before him sat a mysterious young girl on a high throne made of gold.
She appeared no older than seventeen, yet her aura was commanding. Her skin glowed like porcelain, and she casually toyed with a golden orb that floated beside her.
Azrael bowed slightly, his long coat swaying.
"My lady… Golem Rex has been destroyed. Lufi still holds the line… but the enemy is pushing harder."
He paused, eyes burning with intent.
"I believe it's time for me to enter the battlefield."
The girl opened her eyes slowly, their golden hue radiant with power.
"Not yet, Azrael."
She spoke softly, but her voice carried a weight that silenced the room.
"Let them struggle. Let them burn through their strength."
She rose slowly, still balancing the orb in her fingers.
"Only when they think they've survived… will you strike."
Azrael nodded without another word.
Outside, the cold wind howled.
The war had rageing for ten long days.
But the true nightmare had yet to begin.
Scene Shift – Battlefield, Night Sky Bleeds
The battlefield was soaked in blood and smoke.
Emma, her breath heavy, stood amidst the chaos. Her once-glowing wind aura flickered weakly—her mana nearly drained.
Behind her, the Victoria warriors were struggling. The undead soldiers they had slain rose again and again, as if death refused to claim them.
Emma grit her teeth. "How many times do we have to kill these things…?"
She turned her gaze to the true threat—Lufi, the dark elf.
The twisted smile on Lufi's face hadn't faded. Despite the fatigue, she stood tall, her cloak fluttering in the dark wind, her hands still pulsing with black mana.
Emma narrowed her eyes. "You witch… Just how much mana do you have?!"
Lufi laughed—a chilling, venomous sound.
"Tonight is your last night, princess."
And with that, she launched a powerful Dark Ball straight toward her.
Emma dodged swiftly and responded with a sharp Arrow Wind Spear, but Lufi countered, conjuring a wall of Dark Flame to block it.
Then Lufi's eyes glowed crimson. She raised her hand over the battlefield.
The fallen soldiers—dead warriors and undead alike—glowed with red energy as their souls were pulled from their bodies.
She absorbed them all in one horrifying breath.
Lufi grinned. "Let's end this."
Suddenly, she unleashed her most devastating spell yet:
Dark Giant Pulse—a swirling wave of black and crimson magic that thundered toward Emma like a roaring beast.
Victoria warriors cried out:
"Princess!"
Some tried to run, others fell to their knees in terror.
Emma stood frozen, her body too weak, her mana nearly gone.
She thought, So this is how it ends…?
The pulse came closer. Her heartbeat slowed.
But then—
CRACK!
A bolt of thunder exploded through the sky, slicing down from the heavens.
It slammed into the Dark Giant Pulse, shattering the attack in a blinding flash of lightning.
Emma's eyes widened.
She turned her head slowly—
And through the smoke, she saw a towering shadow forming.
It wasn't human.
It was the silhouette of a lion, crackling with lightning, majestic and overwhelming.
From behind the lion, a calm, familiar voice echoed:
I am come !
"You're late, Emma said"