~●~After the battle~●~

Chapter 8

The battle raged on, the sounds of clashing swords and screams echoing through the air. The ground beneath them is trembling, and every step forward feels heavier than the last. 

Scott is fighting alongside his companions, his expression focused and a little tired. The constant fighting and exhaustion are taking a toll on him, but he remains steadfast in his determination to protect those he cares about.

Scott dodges to the side, avoiding a sharp attack aimed at him. He quickly retaliates with a well-timed strike, his sword cutting through the air with precision and agility.

But just as Scott thinks he's scored a hit, Avris quickly blocks his attack, countering it with a powerful counterattack that sends the young man stumbling back.

Scott grunts as he rights himself, the impact from Avris's counterattack reverberating through his body. He shakes his head, trying to clear it from the pain.

"Dammit," he spits out, the frustration apparent in his expression. He scans his surroundings, trying to anticipate Avris's next move.

"Ready?" Exor smirks as he asks ?

? takes a deep breath, steeling their expression. They nod, their eyes fixed on Exor.

"Ready," they reply, their tone firm and resolute.

Exor's smirk widens at the response, his excitement palpable.

"Good," he says, licking his lips. "Now go and destroy them!”

? obeys Exor's command and teleports to the battle.

Scott's attention is suddenly drawn to a flash of movement in the corner of his vision. He turns his head just in time to catch a glimpse of ? appearing in the midst of the battlefield.

Scott's gaze falls upon the newcomer - ? - and an odd sense of familiarity washes over him. There's something about the man that seems oddly familiar, but Scott can't quite pinpoint why. As he takes note of his features, a few details catch his attention: the dark purple and black hair tied up in a messy bun, the gold bracelet adorned on his wrist, and a locket of pure gold resting against his chest.

Scott looks him over, now noticing the distinctively demon features in addition to his Elven attributes. The familiarity gnaws at him, as if the figure in front of him holds a significance that he can't quite place. The combination of demon and Elf traits is unusual, adding to the air of mystique surrounding the newcomer.

Scott doesn't have much time to ponder the newcomer's identity, as the battle swiftly demands all his focus and attention. Avris, taking advantage of Scott's momentary distraction, lunges at him with a flurry of attacks.

? swiftly joins the fray, launching an unexpected attack on Scott while Avris is keeping him occupied. The two opponents work insync, their moves fluid and well-coordinated, as if they've been trained to fight together.

Scott's reflexes and agility come into play as he dodges and parries the attacks, doing his best to keep both of them at bay. The unexpected presence of ? has caught him off-guard, making the fight even more challenging as he now has to deal with two formidable opponents simultaneously.

Elsa, with her powers of ice and snow, intervenes in the fight, coming to Scott's aid. She conjures up a powerful blast of frost, freezing Avris momentarily and giving Scott a chance to recover.

However, the ice blast doesn't deter ?. In fact, the cold has no effect on him, as if he is immune to its chilling affects. He continues to press the attack, his expression intense and unbothered by the frosty surroundings.

As ? continues his attack, he unleashes a burst of fire, igniting the frosty area created by Elsa. The contrast is stark, with melting ice and flickering flames creating an otherworldly spectacle as the two opposing forces clash.