Enemigo

Galen had silky blonde hair cascaded in waves, framing his face with a touch of ethereal elegance.

His vibrant green eyes sparkled with a mischievous glimmer, hinting at the depth of his magic.

Galen instinctively took a step back as he witnessed Ron's formidable new demon form. He could feel that the enemy was now stronger than him.

In this demon mode, Ron appeared to be almost on par with a 5th class mage, and there was even a possibility that he surpassed Galen in strength.

With the dark heart now in his possession, Ron could currently tap into only 8% of its power, but it was clear that his potential for growth was immense.

As Ron's eyes turned a fiery shade of red, two small horns emerged from his head, his nails extended into sharp claws, and tiny wings sprouted from his back.

"You're a demon?" Galen exclaimed in surprise as he observed Ron's transformation "But I don't sense any dark magic from you,"

Before Galen could even receive a response, Ron lunged towards him with astonishing speed. "Damn, this guy's lightning-fast!" Galen thought, narrowly evading Ron's powerful punch.

Relentlessly, he prevented Galen from reaching for his bow and unleashed a barrage of continuous attacks.

Observing his enemy grow stronger, Galen muttered to himself, "Looks like I'm left with no other option."

Galen's green eye glowing with an otherworldly light. He effortlessly levitated in the air, the wind swirling around his bow.

"Holy crap, this guy's got spirit magic," Ron exclaimed, taken aback by Galen's power boost.

{Spirit magic is like forging a pact with a natural spirit, enabling the wielder to harness its magic within the limits of their own body. It's similar to the pact Ron made with the devil.}

Ron covered his arm in a whirlwind of wind magic and launched a projectile towards Galen, who retaliated with a blazing arrow from his magical bow.

The arrow streaked towards him with incredible speed, but he agilely dodged it, causing the bow's force to create a shockwave that reverberated through the forest. In response, Ron unleashed a combination of fire and wind magic, aiming to overpower Galen.

However, Galen swiftly erected a protective barrier of swirling wind, skilfully blocking Ron's attack.

Undeterred, Ron attempted to shatter the barrier by channelling decay magic through his hand. To his disappointment, it didn't do the trick.

"I need something sharp to break through that, something like ice magic used by this elf" thought Ron now that he was almost 4th class, he felt like he could do it.

Focusing his concentration, he channelled the power of water magic, feeling its temperature drop and envisioning the chilling effect it would have upon his opponent.

He maintained a steady control over the magic, ensuring no disruptions would hinder his efforts.

Ron's body became surrounded by a series of intricate magic circles, radiating a powerful energy.

He unleashed a torrent of ice magic towards Galen, catching him off guard. Galen quickly dodged the ice magic, realizing that his wind magic wouldn't hold up against such an onslaught.

"Who the heck are you?" Galen asked, his curiosity piqued.

At just 14 years old, Galen had spent a solid two years working his way up from the third class to the fourth class. He was considered a genius by many. But now, infront of him was someone even stronger than him.

However, seeing Ron reminded Galen about someone specifically.

"You're just like him," Galen muttered under his breath.

"Huh?" he questioned, seeking clarification.

Galen, wanting to know more, asked, "Which family do you come from?"

Ron shot back with a grin, "What makes you think I'd willingly walk into my own grave? I prefer to keep my grave-digging days for later".

"Very well," Galen responded, attempting to regain his composure as he loaded another arrow onto his bow.

Galen, fuelled with curiosity, responded defiantly, "Then I'll capture you and make you talk!"

He then moved towards Galen deciding to attack first. He could sense his demon form weakening, knowing that he could only sustain it for a maximum of two more minutes.

With a swift and calculated movement, Ron unleashed a fierce barrage of icy rain, shattering Galen's wind magic once again.

In the midst of the chaos, Galen unleashed wind arrows so fast that they broke the sound barrier, but Ron effortlessly dodged them, leaving Galen vulnerable and exposed.

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"Nutbuster magic," he declared, swiftly delivering a powerful kick to Galen's groin.

Galen, wracked with intense pain and unable to move properly, curled up and clutched his... well, you know.

"You... you coward! Resorting to such dishonourable tactics!" Galen seethed with frustration.

"Bro, I can't handle the reinforcements either," Ron calmly remarked as he sprinted away from the location, making his escape. He had already caused enough commotion.

"I'll kill you, you bastard!" he could still hear Galen's screaming echoing through the forest.

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Ron made a calculated decision to retreat from the forest, ensuring he wouldn't be caught by any other elves in the vicinity. Though he possessed the power to end the battle using his decaying eyes, Ron chose not to.

He knew his role in the novel was crucial, and he had never taken a life before, nor did he wish to do so now.

Leaving the forest behind, Ron found himself outside the forest of Vellehin.

He continued walking, relying solely on his memory since he had lost his compass and map along the way.

"Well, I'll just keep walking, I suppose," Ron muttered to himself, feeling a tinge of boredom.

He reached into his pocket and found a leftover scone, which he proceeded to munch on as he made his way towards somewhere safe.