As Elvis marched towards the palace, he had resolved in his heart that this battle would be his last. His breaths were heavy, but there was a strange spark in his eyes. He only had two parts of his soul left, and he knew that these were his final hope.
As he gave the command to his army to advance, his steps quickened. His comrades were all around him, but in his heart, Elvis felt a deep loneliness. He knew that this fight was his alone. He could feel the burning fire in his heart—the fire of hatred and revenge against Averia.
In the distance, Averia's palace loomed, hidden among the dark clouds, like a menacing shadow. Outside the palace gates stood Averia, his cruel smile now even more terrifying. Beside him, his army of sorcerers and a battalion of jinn stood ready. Averia too had been waiting for this battle.
"So, you've finally come, Elvis," Averia's voice cut through the air. "I thought you'd surrender by now."
For a moment, Elvis glanced at the palace's massive doors, then turned his eyes back to his enemy. "Surrender isn't in my nature, Averia. Today will be your end."
Averia laughed, arrogance and cruelty dripping from his voice. "This will be interesting to see. You have no power left, and whatever remains will destroy you."
Elvis unsheathed his sword, fire blazing in his eyes. "What I have left is enough to end you."
As the two armies clashed, magic and the gleam of swords filled the sky. The final battle between Elvis and Averia had begun.
The battlefield echoed with screams and the clash of swords. Averia's sorcerers were casting all kinds of spells from different directions, causing chaos within Elvis's army. Ryans, Averia's most powerful sorcerer, was focused on scattering Elvis's forces with his impeccable magic. His sorcery was no ordinary magic; it was filled with dark powers that could bind even the strongest souls.
Ryans raised his hands in the air, chanting strange incantations, and the sky grew dark. His magical energy shook the ground, and Elvis's soldiers started scattering in different directions. Many soldiers were flung into the air by an invisible force and fell to the ground. They had no idea what was happening to them.
"This was my plan all along," Averia said, laughing coldly from a distance. "The unity of Elvis's army is his strength. Once they're scattered, I'll strike."
The jinn army followed the same strategy, breaking Elvis's soldiers apart and creating rifts between them. The jinn, with their immense power and speed, were attacking Elvis's warriors, making it impossible for them to fight together. Some soldiers, out of fear, started retreating, while others were completely overtaken by Ryans' magic.
"We're falling apart, my lord!" one soldier shouted. "This magic will destroy us!"
But Elvis refused to give up. He raised his sword high and called out to his army, "Remember, if we fight together, no one can defeat us! Feel the strength in your hearts, and do not fear this dark magic!"
Elvis's voice carried such power that his soldiers regained their courage. Now, Elvis had his eyes fixed on Ryans. He knew that to win the battle, he had to stop the sorcerer first.
"Your game ends now, Ryans," Elvis growled, clenching his teeth, and rushed towards Ryans with his sword.
As soon as Elvis struck Ryans with his sword, the sorcerer disappeared into thin air in a single moment. Elvis halted his sword and looked around, bewildered. He was stunned by the sudden turn of events. What kind of magic was this? He couldn't understand where Ryans had gone.
Just then, a cold laugh echoed from behind him. "Did you think you could defeat me like that, Elvis?" Ryans said, his voice filled with arrogance and confidence. "I am no ordinary sorcerer. Your sword cannot harm me."
Elvis turned around to see Ryans floating in the air, smirking as if this battle didn't concern him at all. Before Elvis could say a word or think about attacking again, Ryans closed his eyes and murmured a powerful incantation. A brilliant burst of magical energy erupted from his hands and shot straight toward Elvis.
The magical strike was so powerful that Elvis didn't have a chance to react. His legs suddenly felt heavy. When he looked down, he saw that a shimmering magical chain had bound his feet. The chain had risen from the ground, trapping his legs.
"When did this happen?" Elvis asked himself, but Ryans' laughter caught his attention again.
"You have no idea how powerful I am, Elvis," Ryans said in a cold voice. "This chain won't release you unless I will it. And now, you're running out of time."
Elvis tried to cut the chains with his sword, but they were so strong that his sword only glowed when it touched them, but they didn't break. He used all his strength, but the chains remained firm.
Watching Elvis struggle, Ryans laughed even louder and said, "It's useless, Elvis. You're now part of my game."
But Elvis refused to surrender. There was fire in his eyes, and he knew that no matter how difficult, he had to break free from this magic. "I'm not one to give up, Ryans," he said with determination.