As the horde of undead emerged from the forest, Adrien, Billy, and Adrius sprang into action, drawing their swords and preparing for battle. The air crackled with Magic as they unleashed bursts of energy to repel the advancing creatures.
Adrien and Billy moved with practiced precision, their swords flashing in the moonlight as they expertly parried and struck down their foes.
Adrien's movements were fluid and graceful, each swing of his blade calculated to cut his enemies with maximum efficiency.
Billy fought with a fierce determination, his swordsmanship honed through weeks of training with the Elves and few battle experience.
Meanwhile, Adrius stood at the center of the battlefield, his hands weaving intricate patterns as he called upon the elemental forces of nature to aid him in combat.
With a turn of his anr he summoned swirling gusts of wind to buffet the undead, sending them flying back with each powerful gust. Flames erupted from his fingertips, engulfing the creatures in searing fire that left nothing but ash in its wake.
Together, the trio fought in perfect harmony, their movements complementing each other as they effortlessly dispatched wave after wave of undead assailants.
Meanwhile, Saeldir focused his Magic sense, reaching out to feel the subtle vibrations of the surrounding energy.
His mind became attuned to the mystical currents flowing through the area searching for any anomalies or disturbances that might indicate the source of the undead menace.
Beside him, Erend stood ready, his keen eyes scanning the battlefield for any signs of danger. But his expression calm.
As Adrien, Billy, and Adrius engaged the undead in combat, Saeldir's senses catching on a dark aura emanating from a nearby grove of trees.
"There's something in the forest," Saeldir then informed Erend about what he felt and from which direction it came. He was confident that he could pinpoint the location very accurately.
"Alright. I'll go there," Erend said.
"You can handle it alone, right?" Saeldir asked.
"What? How did a kid like you awaken it?" Erend was shocked. He thought that what was happening was some kind of creature or natural anomaly causing the undead. But it turned out to be just a young boy.
"Because I am talented! Hahaha!" the boy laughed.
Erend sighed. He felt that what the boy said was indeed true. He is indeed talented. But what he did was a mistake; why did he suddenly stumble upon this kind of dark Magic once his talent awakened.
'Anyway, I have to stop him.' Erend sighed.
"Pull all your undead from the village, boy," said Erend.
"Make me!" the boy gave Erend an arrogant expression as if he wouldn't be defeated. Then he raised another pack of undead from around him.
Erend sighed. Then he flicked his finger and sent a torrent of fire at all the undead, obliterating them to ashes.
The boy watched in horror as his minions were reduced to nothing but ash, his control over them shattered by the ferocity of Erend's magic.
"You... you can't do this!" the boy stammered, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief.
Erend continued to unleash wave after wave of scorching flames. The forest echoed with the roar of the inferno, the flames consuming everything in their path as they surged toward the boy.
Desperation flickered in the boy's eyes as he realized the extent of Erend's power. He had thought himself untouchable, invincible even, but now he stood face to face with a force beyond his comprehension.
As the flames closed in around him, the boy's resolve wavered, his control slipping through his fingers like sand. In a final act of desperation, he raised his hands, summoning what little magic he could muster in a feeble attempt to defend himself.
But suddenly, Erend was already in front of him. "Stop it or I'll burn you as well, boy."
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