Elias stood at the center of the throne room, his eyes narrowed as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. "It all makes sense now," he said, his voice cutting through the eerie silence. "Why King Alaric wanted the Flarefolk gone so badly, why he sent the Archmages, the other competent mages and the Griffin riders away—it was all to leave the kingdom as vulnerable as possible.
Killing the Flarefolk, some of the strongest people in Eldoria, would deal a huge blow to the kingdom and Elaris as a whole "
He paced slowly, his gaze fixed on the figure slumped on the throne. "If you had attempted this in your true demonic form, you would have been attacked before you even set foot in the kingdom.
So, you decided to possess the one person whose decisions are nearly unquestionable. It's a very clever plot. But it's over now. You've been caught, and I will expose you to the kingdom. All your scheming will have been for nothing."
But King Alaric remained seated, his expression vacant, as if he hadn't heard a single word. Frustration flickered across Elias's face. He conjured a fireball in his hand and hurled it toward the king. As the blazing sphere traveled through the air, it began to shrink, its fiery glow dimming until it fizzled out entirely before reaching its target.
Elias's frown deepened. He summoned two more fireballs, sending them streaking toward Alaric, but the results were the same—each one vanished into nothingness before it could cause any harm. Frustration boiled over into action. Elias drew his sword from his inventory, its blade gleaming with an ethereal light. With a swift motion, he sent a flying slash above the king's head.
The sharp arc of mana sliced clean through the top of the throne, leaving a dismembered chunk of marble and wood to clatter to the floor.
Finally, King Alaric stirred. He glanced at the ruined throne, then at Elias, a lazy, almost disinterested look on his face. The king yawned and stretched, as though rousing from a deep sleep.
Alaric rose from the throne, a dark aura radiating from his body. The air around him seemed to warp and twist, as though reality itself was recoiling from his presence. "I am far beyond the likes of any demon general," he hissed. "I am the one who commands them. I am the terror that lurks in the shadows of your world."
Elias squared his shoulders, his sword shined brighter in response to the dark energy filling the room. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice steely with determination. "But before this fight is over, I'll know your name. And when I do, I will make sure to enjoy your screams of pains as I drive my sword into your heart."
Elias gripped his sword, his frustration mounting as he dashed straight at King Alaric. Despite the strange force that seemed to nullify his spells, he was determined to break through. "If one fireball isn't enough, then maybe two will be and if two doesn't work then maybe a hundred will ," he muttered under his breath.
With a wave of his hand, he conjured a hundred fireballs, each crackling with intense energy. With a flick of his wrist, they shot toward the throne, a blazing barrage that crashed down upon King Alaric, engulfing him in a storm of flames, dust, and debris.
But as the dust began to clear, Elias's eyes narrowed in disbelief. King Alaric sat unscathed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The throne room around him was in ruins, but the king himself remained untouched.
Elias frowned, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. With a burst of speed, he lunged at Alaric, his sword gleaming as he rained down a series of slashes. Alaric moved with unnatural agility, dodging each strike effortlessly. Elias mixed in small fireballs, wind blades, and other elemental spells, but they all dissipated before they could reach their target, fading into nothingness.
"Is that all you've got?" Alaric taunted, his voice cold and mocking. "I've seen you fight, Elias Ashdown. I know the extent of your power. You'll never land a hit, much less hope to defeat me."
Frustration boiled over in Elias. He gathered his strength, preparing to unleash a combination of [Hurricane Fury] and [Blazing Hell], but his gaze flickered to Queen Seraphina and Lady Selene. They were too close, and the sheer force of the attack alone would undoubtedly harm them. His momentary distraction was all Alaric needed.