Chapter 63. Lucian vs Valtharion
Lucian’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and urgent. "Spread out! Run! Now!" The students behind him froze, confusion on their faces, but his roar snapped them into action. "Move!" They scattered into the forest, footsteps fading as they fled.
Lucian’s green eyes locked onto the towering warrior before him, his soul resonance weapon pulsing red in his grip. "Are you the one who did this?" he bellowed, rage dripping from every word.
The warrior tilted his dragon-helm, purple eyes gleaming. "Zahr’val tu’kren?" he intoned, voice deep and guttural, like stones grinding.
(Are you the Ruler’s prophecy?)
Lucian’s face twisted in frustration. "What the hell are those words?"
"In’therak vel dromuul. Sa’ek ven’korath," he replied, his tone unchanging, alien.
(The fire in you burns bright. Let’s fight)
Lucian didn’t wait for more nonsense. Fire mana surged into his sword, the blade erupting in white-hot flames.
He ran, boots digging into the dirt, and swung—a fiery slash aimed at Valtharion’s chest. The demon blocked with a quick flick of his greatsword, red and blue sparks flying, the hit knocking Lucian back hard, his arms hurting, bones groaning.
"Damn fast," Lucian spat, blood on his lip, grinning like a wild dog. He channeled more mana in, flames wrapping him like a snake, and charged again. He faked left, spun right, and hacked at Valtharion’s side with a blazing sword.
The demon’s blade stopped it, the clash making a fireball that burned the ground. Valtharion didn’t move, his purple eyes cold.