Chapter 26:"Blood Phoenix"

Amidst the battlefield, Vahaemorys confronted the menacing figure of the Dark Lord. His presence was overwhelming, but Vahaemorys's blood wings cast a shadow over him.

The Dark Lord's voice resonated, demanding, "Who are you?" Vahaemorys descended from the air and stood before the Dark Lord. In a calm yet thunderous voice, he replied, "You don't deserve to know."

The Dark Lord's dissatisfied with the response. He pressed on, "Why are you meddling in my matters? I don't recall any feud between us." Vahaemorys maintained a measured distance, his eyes unwavering. He replied, "I have no need for a cause. What concerns me is that you stand in my way."

Upon hearing Vahaemorys's defiant response, the Dark Lord's eyes glowed with an eerie purple light. In response, a legion of armored apparitions materialized around Vahaemorys, their ghostly forms manifesting with frightening speed. They brandished their swords and moved swiftly towards Vahaemorys, a living nightmare in pursuit.

Vahaemorys remained resolute, standing his ground without flinching. An aura shield enveloped him, protecting him from the spectral knights' deadly swords. However, what unfolded next was unexpected and terrifying.

The Dark Lord conjured a sinister sword, a weapon that exuded an aura of death and despair. Merely gazing upon it sent shivers down the spine, and it was said that the tormented souls of countless victims resided within its cursed blade. The Dark Lord swung the blade with malevolent intent, aiming directly for Vahaemorys's head from behind.

The strike was accompanied by a wicked black aura, slicing through the air like a vengeful specter. As it closed in on Vahaemorys, it cut through his aura shield, sending tendrils of dark energy scattering. Vahaemorys's survival instincts kicked in, and he narrowly evaded the deadly strike, feeling the malevolent force pass inches from his head.

Vahaemorys's eyes remained fixed on the sinister sword wielded by the Dark Lord, recognizing it as a grave threat. The encroaching legion of ghostly knights closed in on Vahaemorys, their spectral forms poised for another attack. This time, Vahaemorys wasted no time with formalities.

With a commanding gesture, he summoned the Blood Field, an ominous whirlpool of blood that began to envelop the ghostly knights and the Dark Lord. The whirlpool of blood was relentless, shattering the souls of the specters as it devoured them.

The Dark Lord, realizing the imminent danger, attempted to strike back by surrounding himself with a formidable Dark Aura. However, the Blood Field proved relentless, gradually devouring even the Dark Lord's malevolent energy.

Despite the Dark Lord's efforts to distance himself from the encroaching Blood Field, it closed the gap relentlessly, threatening to consume him completely.

Then Dark Lord summoned a massive shroud of dark fog to avoid blood field approaching him, enveloping both himself and his sinister army. The thick, malevolent fog began to advance, creeping ominously toward Vahaemorys, obscuring his vision and creating an eerie atmosphere.

Vahaemorys, however, already realized that the Dark Lord was not a living being. His attempt to use Hemokinesis to manipulate blood vessels and harm the Dark Lord proved futile, for he was an entity of pure darkness.

Realizing he needed to regain control of the battlefield, Vahaemorys summoned a colossal Blood Field, transforming the entire area into his domain. The Blood Field devoured the dark fog and all the monstrous entities within it without discrimination.

With heightened senses, Vahaemorys scanned the battlefield as the fog dispersed, determined to locate the elusive Dark Lord. Spotting him from above, Vahaemorys declared, "Got you."

With unwavering resolve, Vahaemorys began to gather an even more formidable manifestation of his Blood Wing stage. He drew upon the vast reservoir of blood he had harnessed, unfurling his blood wings in a breathtaking display. Through a stunning transformation, Vahaemorys metamorphosed into an enormous phoenix made of swirling blood, its cry resonating across the skies.

The blood phoenix soared through the air, its sights locked onto the Dark Lord. Despite the Dark Lord's desperate attempts to resist the impending onslaught using his dark aura, he found himself powerless against the sheer force of the phoenix's assault.

The blood phoenix descended upon the Dark Lord, and the collision was nothing short of cataclysmic. A blinding crimson flash illuminated the planet's surface, a testament to the titanic clash of powers.

Sensing the impending catastrophe, the true dragons, who had concealed their identities as knights while protecting the dwarves, united their auras and combined their powers to shield the innocent. The unfortunate victims of the attack were reduced to countless small blood crystals, their bodies shattered into oblivion.

The Dark Lord, once a formidable and imposing figure, had been vanquished, defeated by the overwhelming might of the blood phoenix. The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of the clash slowly dissipating, leaving behind only the remnants of a fierce and epic battle.

As the Dark Lord's body crumbled into countless small blood crystals, his fading voice echoed a final question, "Invader?"

In that moment, Vahaemorys could sense numerous watchful gazes fixed upon him, their presence looming ominously. Yet, as quickly as they had appeared, they vanished into the ether, leaving behind an eerie silence on the battlefield.