The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 142: The Elven Cry (4) The Burning Elvish

The elder elf clenched her jaw, clearly struggling with the decision to trust us. But before she could respond, the ground beneath us rumbled again—this time more violently than before. The air around us crackled with energy, the same strange distortion from earlier returning in full force. The trees shimmered, their shapes blurring as reality itself seemed to waver. Stay updated through m-v l|-NovelBin.net

And then, in the distance, came the unmistakable sound of battle.

Screams echoed through the forest, followed by the harsh clang of steel against steel. The elves stiffened, their ears twitching as they caught the sounds of their kin being slaughtered. Panic flared in their eyes, and I could see the cracks forming in their composure.

Aurelia's eyes flicked toward the source of the noise, her expression growing more serious. "Looks like the battle's already begun," she muttered, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "And it's closer than I thought."

The younger elf, the one who had attacked me, stepped forward, his anger now replaced by fear. "Our brethren… they're being attacked?"

I nodded, my mind racing as I pieced together the situation. "It's not just demons. Something else is out there, something powerful enough to manipulate time and reality itself. These distortions… they're pulling elves from different timelines into one place. And whatever's causing it is hunting them down."

The elder elf's face paled as the implications sank in. "Impossible," she whispered, though her voice trembled. "We have no enemies with that kind of power…"

"None that you know of," I said darkly. "But they're out there. And they're not waiting for you to figure it out."

Aurelia stepped forward, her expression grim. "We need to move," she said, her voice losing its playful edge. "If we stay here any longer, we'll be caught in the crossfire. And something tells me none of you want to be standing here when that happens."

The elves exchanged uncertain glances, but the sound of battle was growing louder, closer. They didn't have a choice. I could see the fear in their eyes, the realization that they were out of their depth.

The elder elf, her expression tight with frustration, finally nodded. "We'll go," she said, her voice filled with reluctance. "But if you're leading us into a trap—"

"Trust me," Aurelia cut in with a smirk, "you'd already be dead if we wanted that."

Without another word, the elves began to move, their reluctance clear in every step, but the fear of the unknown greater than their distrust of us. I followed at the back of the group, my mind still racing through possibilities.

Who or what could be responsible for these attacks? The distortions, the clean kills… It wasn't adding up. But one thing was certain—whoever it was, they had the power to bend time and space. And that kind of power was far beyond anything I had ever encountered.

As we moved deeper into the forest, the sounds of battle grew more distinct. I could make out the clash of weapons, the guttural cries of demons, and the unmistakable sound of magic being cast. We were getting closer.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar—a sound that shook the very ground beneath us. The trees trembled, and the air itself seemed to vibrate with the force of it.

The elves froze, their faces pale with terror.

"What was that?" one of them whispered, his voice barely audible.

I didn't answer. I already knew.

The queen's eyes glinted in the dim light, and she grinned. "Well, this is going to be fun," she said, her voice filled with a dangerous excitement.

I sighed. "Fun isn't the word I'd use."

Before we could take another step, the forest in front of us erupted. Trees splintered, the earth cracked open, and from the shadows emerged a creature unlike any I had ever seen. Its body was massive, towering over even the largest of the chimeras, its form twisted and monstrous, with scales that shimmered like molten metal and eyes that glowed with an unnatural light.

A demon, but not like any I'd faced before. This one was different. Stronger. More intelligent.

And it wasn't alone.

Behind it, more creatures appeared—demons, twisted and warped, their forms shifting and changing as they moved, like shadows given form. They were different from the ones we had fought before, more like nightmares pulled from the darkest corners of the mind.

The elves drew their weapons, their faces tight with fear, but I could see the doubt in their eyes. They weren't ready for this. None of us were.

Aurelia stepped forward, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Well," she said, her voice filled with anticipation, "let's see what these bastards are made of."

I took a deep breath, my mind already calculating the best course of action. This was going to be a fight like no other. And if we didn't play our cards right, none of us would make it out alive.

But one thing was certain.

We didn't have time to fight amongst ourselves anymore.

The roar of the demons still echoed in the air as we continued deeper into the forest, but the ground below us had stopped trembling for the moment. The tension was thick—every step we took brought us closer to the heart of the chaos. And then we saw it: the elven kingdom, once serene and hidden among the towering trees, now engulfed in flames.

The ancient trees, which had once formed the pillars of their homes, were now alight with demonic fire, their bright orange flames licking up into the sky, consuming everything they touched. The air was filled with smoke and ash, thick and acrid. Screams of agony, the clashing of steel, and the terrible screeches of the demons mingled together into a cacophony that was almost overwhelming.

It was a battlefield, a war zone.

From our vantage point, I could see elves fighting desperately, their arrows flying through the air, their blades clashing against the claws and teeth of the demonic creatures that had overrun their lands. But it was clear they were being pushed back, overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.

The demons, twisted and grotesque, swarmed like locusts, their shapes shifting and mutating as they tore through the elven defenders.

I narrowed my eyes, watching the battle unfold below us. The demons weren't like the ones we'd fought before. These were different—larger, more feral, yet somehow more calculated in their attacks. Their forms shifted with each strike, their limbs extending, claws growing longer, teeth sharper. Some had wings, others seemed to sprout tentacles.

It was as if their very nature was in constant flux, adapting to whatever challenge they faced.

"They're different," Aurelia muttered, her voice low but sharp with observation. "Not like the ones we saw at the desert. Not like the goblins either."

I nodded, keeping my gaze fixed on the chaos below. "Every time we've faced them, they've been… altered. It's almost like they change depending on the quest."

Aurelia froze for a moment before she cast a sidelong glance at me, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "You also have those 'quests' then?" she asked, though the mocking tone was absent this time. There was something else there. Relief. And concern?

I didn't answer right away, watching as an elven warrior was torn apart by one of the demons. His scream cut through the air like a knife, and I felt my grip tighten on the hilt of my blade. The blue screen that had appeared earlier, the one that read [Protect The Queen (2) The Elven Cry], still lingered in the back of my mind. There was no question now.

This was part of something larger, something orchestrated. But the nature of these creatures—the way they changed from quest to quest—it unsettled me.

"They're adapting," I finally said, my voice grim. "Whoever or whatever is behind these demons… They're tailoring the demons to the situation. They are supposed to be weak to nature magic which is the closest to holy magic,"

Aurelia let out a sharp breath, her eyes flicking to the burning kingdom below. "Fantastic," she muttered. "As if things weren't bad enough."

I could hear the frustration in her voice. She wasn't the type to care much for these political or military affairs—she had always found them tedious. But even she couldn't ignore the gravity of the situation. The elven kingdom was under siege, and if we didn't do something, it would fall. The demons would consume everything.

But helping wasn't as simple as just jumping in. As I watched the elves desperately fighting for their lives, I knew that charging into the fray with Aurelia would only create more problems. We were outsiders—uninvited, and in many ways, unwelcome. The elves already distrusted us, and even if we were there to help, they might see us as a threat.

One wrong move, and we'd find ourselves with arrows in our backs, cut down by the very people we were trying to save. My quest is to protect her majesty, not the elves.

Aurelia seemed to read my thoughts because she glanced at me, a knowing smile on her lips. "You're hesitating," she said softly, though there was no mockery in her tone this time. "What's holding you back, Dravis?"

I shook my head slightly, my eyes narrowing as I watched a group of elven archers struggle to hold the line against a particularly vicious demon. "If we just rush in, they'll see us as a threat," I said, my voice measured. "We're outsiders. You saw how they reacted earlier—angry, confused. They won't hesitate to kill us if they think we're here to take advantage of the chaos."

Aurelia raised an eyebrow, her gaze thoughtful. "And you think sitting up here, watching their kingdom burn, is a better option?"