The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Chapter 88: The Royal Banquet (5) Is This My End?

A line befitting the end of someone worthless.

She even wonder why she's here in the first place.

Amberine's vision blurred, and she braced herself for the inevitable pain. Instead, a cool sensation of water sprinkled upon her face, jolting her back to awareness. Blinking rapidly, she opened her eyes to see Elara standing in front of her, her hand outstretched and a shimmering barrier of water swirling around them.

"Elara?" Amberine croaked, her voice weak and trembling.

"Rise and shut up," Elara snapped, her gaze fixed on the demon before them. "This demon isn't even damaged," she muttered, biting her lip in frustration.

Amberine struggled to her feet, her body aching from the previous blows. She glanced at the demon, noting its grotesque, twisted form. The creature stood over seven feet tall, with sinewy muscles rippling beneath its dark, scaly skin. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent red light, and its elongated claws dripped with a dark, viscous substance that hissed and sizzled upon contact with the floor.

"We're in trouble," Amberine whispered, her voice barely audible.

"No kidding," Elara replied, her tone sharp. "We need a plan."

The two girls huddled close, keeping their voices low. "The demon's fast and strong," Amberine noted. "Its claws... they're coated in something poisonous."

Elara nodded, her eyes narrowing. "And its skin... it's almost impenetrable. Our spells are barely scratching it."

"We need to work together," Amberine suggested. "Combine our strengths. Maybe we can find a weakness."

Elara glanced at Amberine, her expression unreadable. "Fine," she said curtly. "But don't get in my way."

With a shared nod of understanding, they turned to face the demon, their resolve hardening. Amberine summoned her fire magic, feeling Ignis's warmth flow through her. Elara's water magic crackled in the air, a shimmering aura surrounding her.

The demon roared, charging at them with terrifying speed. Amberine darted to the left, her fire swirling around her in a protective barrier. Elara mirrored her movement, a stream of water coiling around her like a serpent. They moved in sync, their spells weaving together in a dazzling display of elemental magic.

"Hit it with everything you've got!" Elara shouted, launching a jet of water at the demon's face. The creature snarled, recoiling slightly as the water struck its eyes. Amberine seized the opportunity, sending a barrage of fireballs at its chest.

The demon howled in rage, its claws swiping through the air in a frenzy. Amberine and Elara dodged and weaved, their movements fluid and precise. They exchanged quick, terse instructions, coordinating their attacks with a practiced ease that belied their rivalry.

"Left!" Elara called out, and Amberine ducked just in time to avoid a swipe from the demon's claws. She rolled to the side, coming up on one knee and launching another fireball at the creature's flank. The flames licked at its skin, but the demon barely flinched, its eyes locking onto Amberine with a murderous glare.

"Distract it!" Elara ordered, her hands moving in intricate patterns as she prepared a powerful spell.

Amberine nodded, her heart pounding. She took a deep breath and charged at the demon, her fire blazing brightly. The creature lunged at her, its claws slashing through the air. Amberine twisted and turned, narrowly avoiding each strike. She could feel the heat of Ignis's power coursing through her, fueling her movements.

"Now!" Elara shouted, and a torrent of water erupted from her hands, slamming into the demon with the force of a tidal wave. The creature staggered, its balance disrupted.

Amberine seized the moment, gathering all her remaining strength and launching a massive fireball at the demon's head. The flames engulfed the creature, and it let out a deafening roar, its body writhing in agony.

For a brief, hopeful moment, it seemed as if they might succeed. But the demon shook off the attack, its eyes burning with renewed fury. It lashed out with its claws, and Amberine barely had time to react. The impact sent her sprawling across the floor, pain radiating through her body.

Elara rushed to her side, her water barrier flickering as she struggled to maintain it. "We're not strong enough," she said through gritted teeth. "It's too powerful."

Amberine's vision swam, and she fought to stay conscious. "We have to keep trying," she gasped. "We can't let it win."

Elara nodded, determination etched on her face. They pushed themselves to their feet, ready to face the demon once more. But the creature was relentless, its attacks growing more ferocious with each passing moment.

As they fought, flashes of Draven's lessons filled their minds. His cold, indifferent voice echoed in their thoughts, guiding their movements.

"Understand the core principle of your spell," Draven had said. "Without that, you are merely casting shadows."

Amberine focused on the core of her fire magic, feeling the heat and intensity grow within her. She launched another fireball at the demon, aiming for a vulnerable spot beneath its arm. The flames struck true, and the creature let out a guttural snarl.

"Elara, now!" Amberine shouted, and Elara responded with a powerful jet of water, targeting the same spot. The combined force of their spells created a burst of steam, momentarily blinding the demon.

"Move!" Elara commanded, and they darted to the side, avoiding the demon's flailing claws.

"Elements are not enemies," Draven had said in another lesson. "They are partners in a dance. Each movement must be understood, anticipated, and countered with precision."

Amberine and Elara moved with a newfound synchronicity, their spells weaving together in a seamless dance of fire and water. They struck at the demon from different angles, keeping it off balance and disoriented.

But despite their efforts, the demon's resilience was staggering. It shrugged off their attacks with an almost casual ease, its dark mana protecting it from the worst of the damage.

"We're not doing enough," Amberine panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "We need more power."

Elara nodded, her face pale with exertion. "But where are we going to get it?"

Before they could formulate a new plan, the demon roared and charged at them, its claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. Amberine and Elara tried to defend themselves, but the creature was too fast, too strong.

With a sickening thud, they were sent crashing into the walls of the hall, the impact knocking the wind out of them. Amberine's vision blurred, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Ignis's voice echoed in her mind, calling out to her, but she couldn't respond. The world around her faded to black, and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness.

As Amberine lay there, her body aching and her mind drifting, she could hear Ignis's desperate calls growing fainter. She tried to reach out, to summon the strength to fight back, but it was no use. The demon loomed over her and Elara, its eyes gleaming with a cruel, triumphant light.

In her final moments of consciousness, Amberine thought of Draven's lessons, of Elara's determination, and of the fire that still burned within her. She refused to give up, to let the demon win. But her strength was gone, and the darkness closed in around her.

The last thing she heard was Ignis's voice, calling her name, before everything went black.

Is this where it ends? Amberine's thoughts drifted in the darkness. She felt an overwhelming sense of failure and regret. Elara, with all her annoying arrogance, had tried to help her. And now, because of her, Elara was going to die as well. Amberine cursed herself for her weakness, for dragging someone else down with her.

She remembered the moment the demon appeared, the sheer power it radiated. It was too strong for new magicians like them. A monster like that shouldn't have been their responsibility. The thought of Elara's potential being snuffed out because of her... it was unbearable. Elara could have been a great magician, with her talent and determination.

But now...

Amberine felt herself slipping further into the abyss, the darkness pulling her in. Her body was numb, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. She was on the verge of succumbing when a voice, cold and commanding, cut through the void.

"Focus, fool."

The words pierced the darkness, sharp and unyielding. Amberine's consciousness jolted back, her eyes fluttering open. The cold, indifferent gaze of Draven loomed over her. His presence was a stark contrast to the chaos around them, a pillar of icy determination.

"Draven..." Amberine managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

"You're not done yet," Draven said, his tone harsh. "Get up."