A battle to survive [3]

As Lucas gazed at the dark elf lying on the ground without one of his arms, he didn't get too close to him. His instincts kept warning him that something was wrong. He was missing something. That's why he didn't hesitate to spend as much mana as needed to take him down just now.

He even used one of his most taxing spells called [Chaos Cut]. With this spell, he could cut the flow of mana of a single target for a few seconds by sending a wave of chaos energy inside his body. He could only use this spell three times in top condition until he would be depleted of all his mana. He already used this spell now, cutting off his mana flow when the dark elf was creating stone walls, and before that, he used a few big spells, resulting in him only being able to use [Chaos Cut] one more time if needed.

Suddenly, he saw the man take out a pill that looked ominously black and swallowed it before Lucas could react to it. A burst of ominous black energy burst out of his body, resulting in Lucas retreating a few more meters away from him.

What he saw was the dark elf standing with his arm regenerated, his eyes became pitch black, as the black ominous energy was seeping out of his body and his body became much bigger and bulkier.

"Miasma..."

It was miasma. Lucas recognized it. The man somehow was able to use miasma after consuming the pill.

Before he could think further, he heard Sylviette, who apparently regained consciousness, scream at him.

"LUCAS, WATCH OUT, DODGE!"

Before Lucas could comprehend what she meant, the dark elf wasn't in front of him anymore.

"Keke, behind you..." he heard the ominous voice whisper behind his ear, and the next second, the dark elf punched Lucas's head from behind, and his head exploded into thousands of pieces...

Or at least, that was supposed to happen. All he was met with was Lucas, whom he punched, turning into a gust of wind and disappearing—it was his skill [Mirage].

[Mirage]: Be able to make clones of yourself out of thin air. The more clones, the more mana it will consume.

"What? Don't tell me you actually fucking fell for that."

The dark elf suddenly heard Lucas instead behind him, and before he could turn around, Lucas punched him with red lightning surrounding his right fist straight into his gut, making him fly a few meters back and tumble on the ground until finally regaining his balance again.

"To think you would actually work with fucking demons just for power... disappointing," Lucas said as he watched the dark elf as if he was some sort of worm.

"Haaa, you got me there, keke! But now that I am using this miasma, there is no way you can simply defeat me."

"Is that so? All I see is you being a fucking idiot, if I'm honest. You might have a stronger type of power now, but what good is it if you can't even use it properly?"

"Huh!? What are you talking about, kid?"

sigh

"Fucking stupid. You aren't a demon; you are an elf! You are meant to be a race that stands at the pinnacle with using mana, but instead, you gave it up for fucking miasma when your body obviously can't handle something that is the opposite of what your body can handle! In other words, even if you win, you will still die because your body naturally rejects miasma!" Lucas said as if he was talking to an idiot—which the dark elf, was by the way.

"YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DAMN BRAT!"

Before Lucas could react by using any skill or spell, the dark elf was in front of him, with his fist pulled back and about to hit Lucas straight in his face.

Lucas quickly used his sword to block the attack in front of him. As the punch connected with the blade of chaos, the collision brought shockwaves to their surroundings, and a few seconds later, Lucas was flung back, unable to handle the dark elf's raw power anymore.

As he tumbled on the ground, he used his blade of chaos in his hand and struck it into the ground to regain his balance as he spit out blood from his mouth.

"Shit, I can't drag this out too long, or my mana would deplete before he dies... I will have to use 'that,' I suppose," Lucas said to himself as he wiped the blood coming out of his mouth.

Suddenly, the dark elf was again in front of him, hell-bent on fucking punching Lucas's face again. But when the punch was about to connect to Lucas's face, he used another skill, [Phase].

[Phase]: Be able to let any attack pass through you for the next 3 seconds.

As the punch went through Lucas, he used the opportunity to [flash step] a few meters ahead to create some distance. Suddenly, the dark elf's feet were covered in ice, preventing him from moving for a few seconds.

Both Lucas and the dark elf looked toward Sylviette, who was the reason for subduing him.

"Sylv, hold him there for a few more seconds!"

"Alright, but hurry up!"

"YOU FUCKING BRATS! YOU THINK THIS WILL HOLD ME!" The dark elf kept thrashing around, trying to free himself. Yet, every time he broke the ice on his feet, a new layer of ice would instantly cover him again up to his knees, making it harder.

As Lucas saw that he was distracted, he aimed his right hand upwards and started concentrating by using all his mana for this spell, intending to finish him off.

The sky became dark, clouds started emerging above them, as rain and thunder started emerging from the sky and clouds. If not looked closely at the sky, they could tell that instead of blue, the thunder was red and chaotic, going everywhere.

As Lucas concentrated, sweat was visible on his face, showing how taxing it was, and the next moment, he uttered the name of his spell...

[Judgement of Zeus]

A huge red lightning bolt came from out of the heavens and struck straight at the dark elf, making him scream in pain as he was getting electrocuted out of existence.

"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

The lightning bolt destroyed everything in a 15-meter radius, but Lucas already used [flash step] with his remaining mana and ran to Sylviette since she was at a safe distance from the spell.

When the lightning bolt disappeared, the dark elf did as well. Nothing was left of him.

All that surrounded Lucas, Sylviette, and Luna was destruction.

sigh

"It is finally over..." Lucas said tiredly.

"Yeah... Are you alright, Lucas?" Sylv asked worriedly, since she understood that such a terrifying spell must not have been without cost.

"Yeah... I am fine, just a littl-" Before Lucas could finish his sentence, his eyes felt blurry and he felt light-headed, and in the next second, he fell to the ground unconscious, while Sylviette and Luna screamed in worry and approached him.

"Lucas!"

[Father!]

The battle against the dark elf finally came to an end, resulting in Lucas Nightstar being the victor.