Chronicles of Legends

Volume 7 Chapter 11 - Demon Prince

[NA/N: I won't be able to answer many queries or comments since I am not going to be online on Wattpad other than when I am writing the next chapter. I'll try to answer the questions in the author's notes of the next chapter. The only question I will answer here is that the other author doesn't feel like writing this ff at all anymore for various reasons. Also the reason this volume got butchered at the first half, he removed a lot of content.]

|Arthur|

The searing power of Realmheart surged through my veins, its golden runes blazing upon my skin as I locked eyes with the formidable being before us. Beads of perspiration dripped down my brow, mirroring the intensity of my racing senses that screamed danger.

He embodied danger itself—a force distinct from the Asuras we had encountered. While the Asuras exuded a raw and primal ferocity, this creature exuded an unsettling combination of regality and absolute malice. His presence resonated with an aura that repelled mana and aether particles, as if they rejected his very existence. It was evident that he did not belong in our world, and this rejection seemed to suppress his true power.

But deep within me, I understood the implications. If he were to unleash his full strength unhindered, he would be a force too formidable for any of us to overcome.

In the midst of this unsettling revelation, space behind us warped, and Gary materialized before our eyes. His arrival was accompanied by shock etched onto his features, and he spat out blood—a testament to the intensity of his battle.

An explosion of aura erupted from his body, distorting the very fabric of our surroundings. His voice, cold and resolute, reverberated through the air. "It's been a long time, Paladins," he declared, his words striking us with an undeniable weight. Gary was in battle mode, and we knew we couldn't afford to waste a single moment.

"I apologise for the lack of explanation," he continued, his voice tinged with urgency, "but we need to eliminate that being before he regains his full power."

Saphira, her scarlet eyes widened with bewilderment, spoke up, seeking clarity. "And who are you?"

Gary acknowledged her with a nod. "You must be Alistair's mother," he replied, his tone measured and filled with purpose. But before he could divulge more, the demon launched an attack, swift and merciless.

The ferocity of their clash was almost too much for my eyes to follow. Yet, with the aid of Realmheart's enhanced perception, I could discern the intricate dance of their movements.

The demon's fist surged forward, accompanied by a bizarre manipulation of mana that twisted and contorted under his command. But Gary, wielding Dusk's Shadowfang, skillfully deflected the attack, thwarting the sinister power with his own formidable skill.

"Where have you taken me?" The demon's voice reverberated with a mix of fury and curiosity as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Where is my king?"

The mention of a king sent a chill down my spine. If this being served someone even more powerful, then the magnitude of the threat before us was beyond comprehension.

Pushing aside my racing thoughts, I focused on the battle unfolding before me. Gary, despite his impressive skill, was effortlessly pushed back by the overwhelming might of the demon. The sheer disparity in power was evident, leaving us in awe and trepidation.

Seizing the opportunity, I activated Godstep, the divine energy coursing through me as Regis coiled around my fist. Gauntlet mode engaged, augmenting my strength and resolve. Lancelot, ever vigilant, launched his assault from the opposite side, his green halberd cleaving through the air with precision and force.