The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 148: The Elven Loop (3) The First Wave

The elves were fighting valiantly, but it was clear that even their disciplined ranks couldn't hold out forever. Their arrows flew true, cutting through demon after demon, but for each one they felled, more poured through the ever-expanding rifts, their twisted forms warping with every second that passed.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and sulfur, the ground beneath us shaking with the impact of demonic forces clashing against elven defenses.

I raised my hand, summoning a surge of dark magic that pulsed through the earth like a shockwave. The ground beneath the demons trembled as tendrils of shadow burst forth, wrapping around their grotesque forms. My necromantic power surged through the battlefield, and for a moment, it felt as if the very earth itself had become my weapon.

The demons screeched in agony as the dark energy coiled tighter, crushing bone and sinew in a grotesque display of strength. Their twisted forms contorted under the pressure, their once-mighty bodies crumbling to the ground, lifeless.

But even with this surge of power, the rifts continued to expand, warping the very air around us. Reality was fraying at the edges, and the demons... the demons were endless. Every tear in the fabric of time and space seemed to vomit forth new horrors—creatures with limbs too long, mouths in places no mouth should be, and eyes that glowed with the madness of a thousand years.

The distortion made it impossible to predict their movements, and they seemed to shift in and out of focus, as though caught in a loop of existence.

I could see the elves faltering. Their once precise, disciplined movements were slowing under the weight of exhaustion. General Aelthria was in the thick of it, her sword flashing in a blur of silver as she struck down demon after demon. Her face, though set in a mask of concentration, was betraying the strain. Her shoulders were tense, her movements less fluid than they had been at the start.

For all her skill and leadership, I could see the worry creasing her brow.

Despite her earlier skepticism, she had taken my plan to heart, executing it with the precision of a true tactician. But we were running out of time. I could see it in her eyes—she knew it, too.

"Elendorr!" I shouted, turning to the ancient general who was rallying a group of warriors near the edge of the battlefield. His eyes, sharp and calculating despite his age, flicked toward me. "We need to weaken the rift! If we don't stop the influx, they'll overrun us!"

Elendorr's gaze moved toward the pulsing rift at the center of the battlefield. His face, lined with the wisdom of countless battles, tightened. "You're right," he said, his voice grim. "But the magic keeping that rift open is unlike anything I've ever seen." Discover stories with m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

I gritted my teeth. The sorcerer's influence was unmistakable, woven into the very fabric of the rift. I could feel it in the way the portal pulsed, how it fed the demonic horde pouring into this world. And yet, the sorcerer hadn't appeared. He was waiting, watching. Testing us.

The coward.

"I'll need to get closer," I said, my voice cold and resolute. "If I can reach the rift, I might be able to disrupt it."

Aelthria, overhearing, broke away from the battle, her blade still gleaming with fresh demon blood. Her armor was splattered with ichor, her braid half undone from the fray, but her eyes were sharp, piercing me with a grim determination. "You think you can stop this?

With your dark magic?" There was no venom in her voice now—only a grim resignation, the kind born from understanding that we were all running out of options.

"I don't think," I replied, my eyes locking with hers. "I know."

She didn't argue. Time was running out, and we both knew it. "Then we'll hold the line," Aelthria said, her tone firm, the weight of leadership heavy in every word. "Do what you must."

I turned to Aurelia. She had been cutting down demons with terrifying efficiency, her sword a blur of death and fire as she cleaved through their ranks. Her once immaculate golden hair was now streaked with ash and blood, her eyes blazing with a fierce, almost otherworldly determination. She met my gaze, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. We didn't need to. We understood each other.

"Go," she said, her voice a quiet command that brooked no argument. "I'll cover you."

Without wasting another second, I sprinted toward the rift, my feet pounding against the blood-soaked earth. The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos and violence, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and the cries of the dying. My heart pounded in my chest, every step feeling heavier than the last as the distortions in time grew stronger, warping the reality around me.

I could feel the sorcerer's power pulling at me, trying to slow me down, to trap me in the endless loop of failure.

But I wouldn't let it.

My creatures moved with me, their dark forms tearing through the demons that blocked my path. The goblin king, my most fearsome servant, roared with unbridled fury as his massive fists slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves through the ranks of demons. Bones cracked and flesh splintered as the demonic horde crumbled beneath his might.

The chimeras darted ahead, their grotesque, slithering forms moving with terrifying speed, ripping through anything that dared stand in their way. They were monsters, yes, but they were my monsters. And they would serve me until the end.

As I neared the rift, the air around me began to shimmer, distorting as if reality itself was being pulled apart at the seams. The demons closest to the rift were twisted beyond recognition—bodies bent at impossible angles, limbs elongated and warped, their forms constantly shifting as if they were caught between different timelines.

It was disorienting, their screeches distorted by the warping air, echoing in ways that made my head throb. But I couldn't afford to stop now.

With a deep breath, I reached the edge of the rift. The swirling vortex of dark energy loomed before me, massive and pulsating with a malevolent force. It was a tear in the very fabric of reality, a portal between worlds. The demons were pouring through it, their forms warping as they crossed the threshold, their bodies twisting and mutating with every step they took into our world.

I could feel the sorcerer's presence now, stronger than ever. He wasn't here physically, but his influence was woven into the rift, feeding it, sustaining it, nurturing the chaos that threatened to engulf us all.

I raised my remaining hand, summoning every ounce of necromantic power I had left. The dark magic surged through me, coursing through my veins like a living thing, desperate to be unleashed. I could feel the strain on my body, the pain from the earlier battles still fresh in my bones, but I pushed it aside. This was our only chance.

"Now or never," I muttered through clenched teeth, focusing all my energy on the rift.

With a sharp command, I sent my dark magic surging toward the tear in reality. The shadows coiled around the rift, intertwining with the demonic energy like a serpent constricting its prey. I could feel the resistance, the immense power pushing back against me, but I pressed on, my will unyielding.

The rift pulsed violently, the demons screeching in agony as the dark magic began to disrupt the flow of energy. The vortex wavered, its form flickering as my magic fought to close it. For a moment, I thought I had succeeded.

But it wasn't enough.

The rift buckled under the strain, but it didn't collapse. I could feel the sorcerer's power pushing back, his influence too strong for me to break alone. My head throbbed with the effort, my vision blurring as the strain took its toll on my body.

"Damn it," I hissed through gritted teeth. I couldn't do this on my own. I needed more power—more than I had ever wielded before.

Just then, a sudden surge of energy erupted beside me, and I turned to see Aurelia stepping forward. Her sword was glowing with an intense, fierce light, and her eyes burned with a fire that could have melted stone. Her presence was like a beacon in the chaos, her aura radiating raw, elemental power.

She didn't speak, but I could feel her magic intertwining with mine, her strength bolstering my efforts. Her majestic flame magic surged forward, fusing with my dark necromancy, creating a combined force that tore at the rift like a storm of fire and shadow.

The rift shuddered, the demons wailing as they were pulled back, their forms distorting as they were dragged through the collapsing portal.

For a moment, it felt like we were winning.

But then, the rift pulsed one final time, a shockwave of energy blasting outward, sending both Aurelia and me flying backward. I hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind out of me. My head spun, and I could taste blood in my mouth, but I forced myself to sit up, my eyes locked on the rift.

It was still there—smaller, weaker, but still open.

Aurelia was already on her feet, her expression grim as she wiped the blood from her lip. "It's not enough," she said, her voice tight with frustration.

I struggled to my feet, my body screaming in protest. "No," I muttered. "But it's a start."