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Chapter 12 - Your Life Or Mine

The battlefield throbbed with an electric tension as Elora, drained yet resolute, faced the Warlock, whose dark powers surged forth with terrifying intensity. But she, too, had unleashed her ultimate weapon – a staff of ancient power, a relic revered by those who knew its legend.

The forest itself seemed to respond to her call, quivering and shifting as she raised her staff high. Its polished surface shimmered with an otherworldly light, reflecting the fierce determination burning in her eyes. With a strength born of desperation, she tapped into the raw power of the surrounding nature, channelling its essence through the ancient artifact.

In that moment, she became one with the world around her. The wind howled in harmony, carrying the whispers of the forest on its breath. The very earth trembled beneath her feet, acknowledging her mastery over its domain.

With a primal roar, Elora unleashed her attack – not arrows, but a tempest of swirling vines and thorns, summoned from the depths of the forest itself. The projectiles surged forward with such ferocity that even the Warlock, with all his dark magic, was forced to conjure a barrier of flickering black flames to shield himself.

A wall of fire erupted, barely deflecting Elora's onslaught. Yet, despite his injuries, the Warlock couldn't suppress his excitement. "That's what I'm talking about!" he bellowed, his voice tinged with amusement.

But Elora knew she couldn't hold out for long. The staff drained her life force with every surge of power, each pulse weakening her further. She continued to unleash her barrage of attacks, knowing that her only chance lay in keeping her distance, away from the Warlock's deadly grasp.

She conjured vines to entangle his legs, but he retaliated with a burst of flames, incinerating the restraining tendrils with ease. Then, in a dazzling display of Combat Magic and finesse, he twisted and weaved between her attacks before rushing her way. Closing the distance between them, he seemed to intend to render her ranged attacks ineffective.

Attempting to stop him from doing so, Fluffy pounced at the dark mage, but it was to no avail as he unleashed a burst of dark flames in all directions that concealed him.

Elora knew that her adversary would not be easily defeated. Meanwhile, the obscured view of the Warlock through his fiery barricade left her uneasy, aware of his affinity with Spatial Magic and uncertain of his next move. In the midst of her miscalculation, a sudden mastery of Earth Magic manifested. The Warlock sank into the very ground, vanishing from both sight and mana sensory, only to reappear in alarming proximity to Elora.

Bracing herself, she prepared to engage the Warlock with as much of the might of her staff as she could draw out.

As nature mana coursed through her, a vibrant green glow enveloped the area, radiating from Elora's staff. The Warlock sensed the impending danger and cast a protective spell, yet the force unleashed by Elora's staff sent him hurtling backwards, crashing through multiple sturdy trees. His swift reaction couldn't fully mitigate the internal damage inflicted upon him.

The rogue mage, masked and robed, revealed an unsettling smile beneath his disguise. The blood at the corners of his mouth seemed to intensify the wicked expression. Unaware of this, Elora couldn't shake the foreboding aura as the Warlock advanced leisurely.

Suddenly, he materialised beside Fluffy, Elora's loyal companion, not for a battle but to swiftly dispose of the nuisance.

Infusing his body with an overwhelming surge of mana, the Warlock surpassed the strength and swiftness of the towering beast. Combat Magic, an unconventional discipline, allowed him to channel a constant stream of mana to push physical boundaries. The Warlock's masterful display shattered bones with a devastating kick and a subsequent aerial descent upon the beast's back.

"Enjoy your slumber," he uttered nonchalantly as Elora's desperate cries echoed through the air.

Interlocking his hands, the Warlock descended upon the beast's back with an overwhelming force, fracturing numerous bones, then multiple others upon impact. Elora's efforts to soften the fall with her command over plants could not spare the creature from the brutal collision with the ground. Immobile, the beast lay there in the large crater that had formed around it.

Momentarily battling against the excruciating pain before succumbing to unconsciousness, Fluffy helplessly left Elora to face the rogue mage alone as he descended from the air with a casual demeanour.

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"I warned you, Elora, that your feeble attempts against me would be futile. You insisted on this confrontation, and now, witness the consequences," the Warlock declared, his voice dripping with arrogance as he descended gracefully from the air. His eyes scanned the fallen beast she had raised from a cub, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

"No room for regrets now. It's your life or mine!" she roared, her voice tinged with defiance, cutting him off before he could continue.

Elora, seemingly irrational, understood deep down that negotiation was futile with the Warlock. Tales of his infamous exploits had reached even this remote region, fueling her worry when he appeared in her sacred forest. Her vigilance, heightened by the breach of her barrier and the appearance of the mysterious youth, now focused solely on the Warlock.

She had relentlessly searched for the rogue mage over the past week, and when he revealed himself, drawn by the powerful blast, Elora knew she had to risk everything to protect what lay within the forest.

As thoughts raced, Elora accepted the risk, knowing she might not survive to witness the unfolding of her mentee Ryan's journey.

"My life may not have been lived to its fullest, but in Ryan's eyes, I have already lived a long one. If only I could witness the fate of Aria during this tumultuous period. But it seems I will be returning to the World Tree, where it all began..."

It was a bitter realisation, but Elora found solace in the belief that there was no one eagerly awaiting her return, nobody who would miss her presence.

Or so she thought...