The Threat of the Demon King

Eldor and Alex analyze the situation, observing the imposing army of the demon king in the distance, emerging from the gate with red inscriptions. Despite Eldor's warning to flee, Alex, determined, wants to confront the threat. Suddenly, a large and powerful commander appears, whose strength is evident even from a distance. Assessing his level, Alex realizes that he is facing a formidable adversary, with an impressive aura that makes you feel suffocated just by his presence.

The demonic commander emerges in a majestic leap, accompanied by his hellish jackals, emanating an even more overwhelming presence. His arrival intensifies the tension. In response, Alex shouts with determination that he is the hero destined to stop both the commander and the demon king.

The commander, in a mocking tone, laughs and comments, "Hahaha, if you're the hero, the world is screwed. It's like saying I'm the Demon King. Hahaha." The commander's sinister laughter resonates, marking a tense moment before the imminent confrontation between Alex and this imposing figure of the demon king's army.

Alex, ready to fight, is stopped by Eldor, who, recognizing the inequality in strength, urges him to flee and fulfill his destiny as a hero. Eldor's decision resonates with bravery, preparing to face the commander and become the last line of defense, leaving Alex with the weight of an uncertain destiny.

The commander, revealing himself as Ignis the Soul Devourer, proclaims that both Eldor and Alex will be his feasts. His hungry gaze and guttural laughter engulf the scene, announcing a confrontation where destiny hangs by a thread, and diabolical laughter echoes in the dark prelude to a ruthless battle.

Eldor, with desperation in his eyes, shouts, "Alex, flee, don't look back!" before lunging at Ignis with his wind-devouring sword. Eldor's speed impresses Alex, but for Ignis, it's nothing more than a slight inconvenience, easily blocking the attack.

The battle unfolds between Eldor and Ignis. Eldor, skilled and swift, wielding his sword with unmatched dexterity, seeks openings in the soul devourer's defense. Meanwhile, Ignis, with his axe engulfed in flames, blocks and receives attacks with indifference, showing no signs of weakness. The resonant blows of Eldor's sword clash against Ignis's fiery axe, but the efforts of the semi-elf elder seem ineffective against the unstoppable force of the soul devourer. The dance of steel and fire paints a picture of inequality in the fight, with Eldor bravely battling against an adversary whose resistance seems unbreakable.

While Eldor and Ignis clash in a fierce battle, Alex remains frozen, his gaze fixed on the clash of swords and the flicker of flames. The reality of the situation envelops him, leaving him caught between the impulse to flee and the need to confront and assist his mentor in the unfolding destiny before him. In that tense moment, the weight of choice settles on his shoulders, watching helplessly the struggle between his mentor and the demonic commander.

At the climax of the confrontation, Commander Ignis executes a masterful move, skillfully deflecting Eldor's swift attacks and, in a heartbreaking twist, dealing him a devastating blow that sends the semi-elf elder crashing to the ground, his wind-devouring sword dimly glowing in the darkness as agony reflects in his eyes.

The scene turns bleak, with Eldor's fall resonating like a melancholic echo in Alex's heart. The hero in training, witness to his mentor's defeat, feels despair creeping over him like a dark storm eclipsing hope.

Eldor lies agonizing on the ground, his wind-devouring sword barely a dim gleam in the darkness. The commander, with a mocking tone that resonates like a cruel symphony, scoffs at Eldor's wind sword, comparing it to a rusty blade or a harmless fly. Then, with palpable disdain, he grabs Eldor by the head and holds him aloft.

Alex's expression transforms into a mixture of sadness and rage as he watches this heartbreaking scene, helpless in the face of the brutality with which the commander belittles his mentor. Each contemptuous word becomes an additional blow to Alex's heart, who, with clenched fists and a fixed gaze on Eldor, confronts the heartbreaking dilemma of his own helplessness.

Eldor, with one last effort, tosses a necklace with elven runes to Alex and says in a choked voice, "Boy, take care of it with all your might. I love you very much. Flee. Become stronger." As he utters these words full of love and farewell, the commander holds Eldor in his cruel grip, brutally crushing his head.

Amidst fury and sadness, Alex channels his pain by grasping Eldor's sword, feeling the weight of responsibility. Each blow becomes a tribute to his fallen mentor, while tears mix with the rain falling on the battlefield. Vows of vengeance resonate in the heat of battle, marking the beginning of a fierce struggle against Ignis, with Eldor's memory guiding every move.

With a stroke of luck, a flash of magical energy unleashes in the sky, momentarily distracting Ignis. Seizing this opportunity, Eldor's sword, guided by fortune, finds its mark in the demonic commander's eye. Despite the precise blow to Ignis's eye, the commander manages to deliver a devastating counterattack that sends Alex flying. The impact, combined with the overwhelming force of the enemy, makes reality hit Alex: the power imbalance is insurmountable at this moment. With determination mixed with pragmatism, Alex makes the difficult decision to flee, recognizing that facing Ignis in his current state would only lead to certain defeat.

As he retreats, Ignis's mocking words resonate, "Even as a fugitive, you'll still be insignificant. I'll find you, I'll defeat you. You'll pay for this, coward." The promise of a future confrontation hangs in the tense air, marking the beginning of a quest where redemption and revenge intertwine in Alex's uncertain fate.

Fleeing from the commander while his fierce jackals follow his trail, Alex, wounded but determined, moves from tree to tree, dodging attacks. His sole goal is to reach a safe area where he can heal his wounds and plan his next move. The tension in the forest increases with each leap, as the commander's infernal beasts relentlessly pursue the fleeing hero. With one eye injured and palpable fury, Ignis, though wounded, orders his swift jackals to pursue the fugitive Alex. The fearsome infernal beings launch after him, eager to fulfill their wounded commander's will.

As the fierce jackals continue to pursue Alex, he finds a narrow and steep gorge. With agility, he ventures into it, aware that the jackals will not be able to follow easily due to their size. The gorge gives him a brief respite, allowing him to assess the wounds inflicted by the battle with the powerful Ignis.

Determined, Alex uses pieces of cloth to improvise bandages and try to alleviate his wounds. The throbbing pain mixes with the urgency to stop the bleeding. As he applies pressure to his bandage with a piece of cloth, the jackals appear again, eager to fulfill their wounded commander's order.

With cunning, Alex clings to Eldor's sword, feeling its weight and the connection with his mentor throughit. Recognizing that it is one of the most cherished possessions, he decides to sacrifice it for his survival. With a precise twist, he throws the sword into the center of the gorge, triggering an avalanche that blocks the path of the jackals and creates an opportunity to escape. Eldor's sword, now unreachable in the blocked gorge, represents a painful but necessary sacrifice in the struggle for Alex's life and freedom.

With the words, "I'll miss you, my friend, you were like a father to me. I swear I'll avenge you and kill that commander; he'll beg for mercy," Alex plunges into the dark vegetation, taking advantage of the chaos created by the avalanche. Now, as adrenaline flows and wounds burn, he skillfully distances himself from the commander and his jackals.

Injured but determined, Alex ventures into the undergrowth in search of medicinal herbs. Applying his knowledge acquired through Eldor, he meticulously examines the plants, identifying those that can be used to heal his wounds. With skill, he gathers the necessary herbs to prepare a remedy that will alleviate his pain and accelerate his recovery.

He moves away from the jackals, venturing deeper into the undergrowth. With Eldor's sword sacrificed and the words of vengeance still echoing in his mind, Alex advances with determination. The threat of the jackals is left behind, but the challenge he faces is only the beginning of his journey toward revenge and redemption. With each step, the darkness of the night embraces his wounded figure, marking the beginning of an uncertain chapter in his quest for justice.