THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Ten:The Sword of Winds and the Return of Light

The sky was like a dome of hell, colors of flames and ash scattering in every direction, and lightning igniting as if the earth and sky were fighting at the same time. Ordog, the leader of the Nargul, stepped steadily, dragging his blazing spear behind him, each step echoing like the roar of a beast awakened from the depths of hell. The ground trembled, stones cracked, and soldiers retreated in fear of his very presence.

Ordog (roaring):

"You wretch… do you remember when you babbled about cutting off my head? I’ll pluck your feathers today!"

Arathon, the young general with the glowing sword, smiled, a smile filled with daring and determination, raising his sword that shone like a raging star amidst the darkness:

"Hahaha… just a servant spouting such big talk? What nonsense!!!"

The two collided in the center of the arena, sparks flying from Ordog’s spear and Arathon’s sword, until the ground began to crumble under the force of each strike.

Ordog (mocking):

"You whelp! How dare you stand before me? I’ve fought strong enemies before you even learned to fly!"

Arathon (sharp voice):

"Maybe… but I’ll be the one to put an end to you!"

For hours, the clash continued, the sky glowing every second from lightning and flames, winds moving as if hidden swords, soldiers screaming and fleeing or trying to sneak between the explosions to avoid the flying fire.

Suddenly, Ordog gathered all his energy and engulfed the arena in a massive fireball, but Arathon sliced it with a decisive wind strike, shattering its roar into millions of sparks, causing Ordog to scream in intense pain:

Ordog (growling):

"I’ll kill you, whelp!!!"

Arathon (shouting):

"Impossible… this is already your end!!!!!!"

A wave of slicing winds, like a storm, came swiftly toward Ordog, who tried to block it with his spear, but the winds split him in half. His body fell from the sky, burned and torn, while Arathon raised his sword high, his shout echoing across the field.

The soldiers’ cheers rose, their morale soaring, energy in the arena moving with their collective pulse, and they cautiously began advancing to occupy the positions that Ordog had dominated.

Scene Two: Morlock vs. Oungan and Poseidon – Shadows Gather

Shadows engulfed the ground, and Morlock stepped with calm strides, his deep voice piercing the chaos:

Morlock:

"You, bearer of the golden shield… the only difference between humans and demons is that demons will never allow the weak and foolish to lead them. Do you understand this?!!!"

Oungan laughed mockingly:

"Ha… are you talking to me, you senile old man? Gathering the wise is complicated… but herding the flock needs only a shepherd or a dog! So to simplify it for you, you and your son are just dogs controlling this flock with force!"

Morlock (angrily):

"You wretch!!!!!"

Oungan laughed:

"Hahahahaha… I truly enjoy your reactions!"

Poseidon raised his trident firmly:

"Let’s begin… playtime is over."

Suddenly, Garouk the Bloody and Ambaros the Destroyer appeared, descending upon the arena. Their strikes were fast, powerful, shattering the ground and sky around them. Soldiers tried to intervene but fell under the force of these legendary figures, while Morlock and Poseidon skillfully blocked the attacks, each strike scorching the earth and breaking rocks.

Poseidon (staggering):

"This is impossible… they cannot be faced together… what the hell is Semiviel doing!!!"

Oungan (smiling madly):

"Even if I am finished… I will drag you with me into the abyss!!!"

Morlock (calmly, lethally):

"The game is over."

Suddenly, a terrifying crash shook the place! A woman with white hair and black horns leaped from a high rock, wielding a giant hammer, striking near Morlock, soaring amid the stones, debris scattering.

Oungan and Poseidon stared in astonishment, Garouk and Ambaros roared in anger.

Oungan:

"Who are you?!!!"

Athena:

"I am… Athena. The light that erases darkness."

Athena’s entry tilted the balance of the battle, and the soldiers began shouting with joy, advancing cautiously, inspired by her bravery.

Hades plunged his black dagger deep into Asmodeus’ chest, the pressure on the neck immense, almost breaking bones.

Asmodeus (roaring):

"You wretch… I’ll kill you!!!"

Hades (choked):

"I will tear out your heart… before you do this!!!"

The veins in Hades’ neck were about to burst, but his dagger sank deeper and deeper into his opponent’s chest.

Phoenix, lying amidst the rubble, his wings burned, blood covering his body, rose slowly, eyes glowing with fury:

Phoenix (in pain):

"Damn… I thought I just died!!!"

He focused his gaze on the battlefield, seeing Hades nearly suffocating, knowing the decisive moment was near.

Narrator:

"Phoenix will return to the fight… but the question remains: will Hades endure until his arrival? And will the mystery surrounding Odin ultimately turn all balances?"

On a high hill, Odin loomed over all the chaos and destruction, his eyes glowing with coldness and mockery, his white beard and hair flying with the wind, eyes now red, a cunning smile drawn on his face.

Odin:

"Hahaha… Semiviel… really, facing Varuna and Okylloth yourself? Nothing is more entertaining than watching the weak attempt to confront powers far beyond them."

The spirits of the trapped soldiers shivered at Odin’s mockery, the air trembling around him as if announcing an even greater storm yet to come.

Odin:

"Remember, boy… every step you take, every drop of blood spilled, every temporary victory… all this is my own game. And perhaps… perhaps you will not live to see its end."