“I will be your opponent, Veltrerxx.”
Veltrerxx’s eyes snapped to Estheria, his expression twisting in shock and fury. “Are you really challenging me?”
His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You lowly elf… Don’t get cocky just because you deflected some weak attack.”
Estheria glanced back over her shoulder at Strixx, her tone steady. “Strixx, stay back.”
Strixx hesitated, her eyes locked on Estheria, uncertain. Estheria gave her a small, calm smile. “Don’t worry.”
She rolled her shoulders slowly, stretching her arms as she settled into position.
Veltrerxx bared his teeth, slamming the tip of his wand into the ground. Dark energy sparked around it. “Alright, I accept your challenge… You’re going to regret this.”
His wand began to glow, power building fast— but before the spell could form, Estheria shot forward like a fast arrow.
In a blink, she closed the gap and drove her foot hard into Veltrerxx’s chest.
The impact exploded outward. Veltrerxx’s body flew back, crashing violently into the stone wall near the Sacred Tower. Cracks split through the stone on impact.
The elite mages, bound and helpless, stared wide-eyed at Estheria—utterly stunned by what they’d just witnessed.
The Grand Mage, still bound in chains, smiled faintly at the sight. A glimmer of pride flickered in his eyes.
Estheria turned calmly to Strixx. “Strixx… lend me your ears.”
She leaned in and whispered something quickly.
Strixx’s brows knit together. “Estheria… you sure handle it alone here?”
Estheria smiled gently, unwavering. “Don’t worry. I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll give everything I have in this fight.”
Across the field, Veltrerxx groaned and slowly rose from the rubble. “No one told me they had a crazy-strong elf here… even without any magic.”
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth,
“Alright… enough playing around.”
He thrust his hand into the air. A circle of glowing runes erupted beneath his feet, crackling with dark energy. From the swirling depths, two towering figures rose--hulking shapes clad in jagged, ancient armor.
Veltrerxx spread his arms wide, voice echoing with pride. “Behold--the Ancient Armor Golems of the fallen Aries Nation.”
The armored giants stood motionless, metal plates gleaming under the dark sky. Each radiated raw, immovable power.
“Let’s see you break this, elf girl.”
The Grand Mage, still bound, stared wide-eyed at the towering armored figures. His breath caught.
“That’s… the unbreakable Ancient Armor Golems of the Aries Nation…” he muttered. “An legendary artifact, only nation in history that never lost a single war…”
Estheria glanced back sharply and raised her voice. “Strixx! I’m counting on you!”
Strixx nodded without hesitation and spun on her heel, sprinting away.
Moments later, she came running toward me. “Luca! We have to go--now.”
I caught her urgency and narrowed my eyes. “Estheria told you something right?… What is it?”
Strixx took a quick breath, Strixx will explain… Then glancing around cautiously, then she called out— “Aeliff! We need help!”
Aeliff jogged toward us, “Tch. Don’t start barking orders at me… but fine. We don’t have a choice. What is it?”
Strixx focused on both of us, “We three--we’re going to stop the corruption of the Sacred Tower in the forest.”
Aeliff blinked hard, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “And how exactly are we supposed to do that? I can’t use magic, you know.”
“Don’t worry,” Strixx answered without pause. “I’ll fight if demons get in our way.”
She turned to him squarely. “Estheria said… Aeliff should be able to figure out how to stop the corruption once we reach the place.”
Aeliff shot a glance across the field at Estheria, his jaw clenching. “Tch… That girl. Acting like she knows me so damn well.”
He exhaled sharply. “…But it’s better than standing around doing nothing. Fine. I’m in. You better be grateful.”
I nodded to both of them, steady. “Let’s move. We don’t have time to waste.”
Without another word, the three of us sprinted away from the battleground.
From behind, Veltrerxx’s eyes caught our retreat. His cruel laughter echoed across the field. “Running away? What do you think weaklings like you can possibly accomplish? You’ll be dead long before you reach the tower.”
“I’m not the only demon involved in this, you know…”
Estheria’s gaze snapped to Veltrerxx, calm and unwavering. “I believe in them.”
Her tone was sharp, cutting clean through the air. “And don’t underestimate my friends. They’re more reliable than anyone I know.”
They are stronger than anyone I know. She tightened her stance, eyes locked on the hulking golems before her.
“I’m here. I’ll defeat those absurd summons of yours--even if they’re a million times stronger than me. Because my friends believe in me… and I won’t disappoint them.” Veltrerxx’s voice ripped through the air. “Die!!”
The two massive Armor Golems lunged, crashing down toward Estheria.
The ground exploded beneath them, the impact rocking the battlefield like an earthquake. Stone shattered and fissures split across the earth.
Estheria twisted hard, barely dodging the first crushing blow. But before she could recover, the second Golem’s fist slammed into her side, knocking her back. Her feet skidded across the broken ground--but she didn’t fall.
She gritted her teeth and pushed forward.
The first Golem rose again, leaping high before driving down like a meteor. Estheria darted aside at the last second and countered—her fist slammed into the Golem’s chest. A shockwave erupted from the impact.
But the hulking figure didn’t budge.
With terrifying speed, the Golem’s hand clamped around her wrist.
Before she could break free— SLAM It drove her into the ground. SLAM Again. SLAM Over and over, smashing her into the cracked earth before hurling her aside.
She groaned, her arms trembling as she pushed herself up, battered but not broken.
Veltrerxx let out a low, menacing laugh, his grin splitting wide. “Well, well… I thought you’d put up more of a fight. This is just straight-up disappointing.”
He took a few slow steps forward, his boots crunching over shattered stone. “I’m sure your friends will be disappointed too. All that faith in you—wasted.”
He thrust his arm toward the towering golems, his voice snapping like a whip. “Finish her. We need to begin the summoning ritual. Enough wasting time.”
Dust exploded skyward as the second Golem leapt and crashed down on her. The entire field quaked, clouds of debris blotting out the view.
Across the battlefield, the elite mages and soldiers stared in frozen horror. The Grand Mage’s breath hitched as he strained against his chains. His fists clenched, metal biting into his wrists.
“Estheria… Forgive me. Even as Grand Mage, I can do nothing to assist you at a time like this…”
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