CHAPTER 10 : CLASH OF TITANS
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THE CLASH OF TITANS
Without warning, the sky turned pitch black. With a terrifying crash, Malakor and his remaining army appeared right in the heart of the kingdom. The ground shook, and fear spread everywhere.
"LANCE! ELANA!" Malakor shouted, his voice full of hatred. "You killed my people! You destroyed my plans! Today, I have come to take revenge! I will s*******r everyone here and bathe in your blood!"
Lance and Elana stood tall, shielding Lunar behind them. They could feel that this enemy was on a completely different level. His power was heavy and suffocating.
"So you are here to avenge your dead subordinates?" Lance said sharply. "They deserved to die. They stole my son. Anyone who harms my family deserves death."
"Shut up!" Malakor roared. He waved his staff, and massive waves of dark magic crashed down like a tsunami. BOOM! CRASH!
The attack was so strong that Lance and Elana were pushed back. Their feet dug deep into the ground, struggling to hold on.
"Argh! He is strong!" Lance grunted, his body tense. His aura was clashing against the darkness, but it was a tough fight.
Elana was sweating too, pushing her magic to the limit. "He is not joking! Everyone, stay back!"
Malakor laughed wildly, seeing them struggle. "Yes! Feel the pain! This is what happens when you mess with me! I am going to kill you slowly!"
He gathered all his power for one final, deadly blow. "DIE!!!"
But suddenly, Lance and Elana combined their strength. Lance’s red energy and Elana’s golden light merged together, creating a blinding explosion that pushed Malakor back.
BOOOOOOM!
The smoke cleared. Malakor was standing there, breathing heavily, looking shocked. He had used his strongest attack, but... THEY WERE STILL STANDING! 🤯
Lance and Elana looked tired, their clothes messy, but their eyes were burning with determination. They were not dead. They were not even defeated.
"Impossible..." Malakor whispered, trembling. "Why won't you die?! Why are you not breaking?!"
"You want to know why?" Elana said, wiping sweat from her forehead. "Because we are not fighting just for power. We are fighting for our lives. And we will never give up."
Malakor tried to attack again, but he realized something. His energy was running out, but their resolve was endless. He could hurt them, he could make them bleed, but HE COULD NOT KILL THEM. He could not defeat them.
"You..." Malakor pointed a shaking finger at them. "You are monsters... you are truly monsters..."
Lance walked slowly towards him. He was ready to end it, his claws out.
Malakor flinched, closing his eyes. "Do it! Kill me!"
But Lance stopped right in front of him. He looked down at the Sorcerer with cold, merciless eyes.
"I should kill you," Lance said lowly. "You deserve to die for what you did."
"But..." Lance turned his head slightly. "Killing you would be too easy. And it would dirty my hands."
He stepped back and sheathed his power.
"Leave this land. Now. And never show your face in front of us again. If you ever come back... next time, I won't be merciful."
Malakor couldn't believe it. He was spared? He was defeated but alive?
"You... you are crazy..." Malakor stuttered.
"LAST WARNING!" Elana shouted, her power flaring up again.
With tail between his legs, Malakor turned and fled. He couldn't accept it, he was so angry and frustrated, but he had no choice. He failed. He couldn't kill the King and Queen.
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