Third ignored every warning delivered by Second, with no other choice he decided to head to the current Queen "someone has to put an end to this" she said sitting at her throne made of ice, "please, let me be the one to end this" Second said bowing down on one knee "no, someone needs to remind him their is always a greater power."
The air crisp against Thirds' skin, the kind that carries whispers of frost. The full moon hangs low, casting a silver glow that paints everything in shades of monochrome. Shadows dance with the light, the stars playing hide and seek in the moon's radiance. It's quiet—like the world is holding its breath, soaking in the serene beauty of the night.
Third sat in the middle of nowhere bugs under his eyes, 'very soon she will be their, Third stop it!' a voice inside his said warned him 'i might not be powerful for her but, i still can cause a scratch, Second thank you for everything' he said standing up "sure you got hear first" a lady with long blonde hair reaching her waist stood before him in a white strap dress.
Third started to walk in circles "you really did it this time Third" a short round man said watching from a distance with other two people "silence Fourth!" Second whispered right behind them, with their great senses they could get what was going on regard less of the distance.
Third eyes narrow, scanning the surroundings with a cold intensity. Muscles tense, every sinew taut with anticipation. Breath comes slow, controlled—each inhale fueling the determination coursing through his veins. Fists clench and unclench, seeking the perfect balance of strength and precision. Heartbeat thudding like a war drum, they step forward, every movement purposeful and deliberate, ready to face whatever comes.
Black smoke stared to surround Thirds' body. A great wind started to brush her hair back, putting her right foot forward and raising her left hand, she was ready for whatever her opponent was serving. When the smoke died down, Third held a Zweihander.
Charging in, swinging the sword towards her head it, it cut nothing but the thin air. Ice ice spikes formed in the air, with the accuracy of an archer they came towards Third, the air shimmered with heat as a barrier formed. Flames leaping and crackling, intertwining in a fierce dance. The barrier glowed with an intense, almost blinding light, radiating both heat and menace. It flickered and roared, a living wall of fire that moved like a wild creature, ready to incinerate the spikes. The ground around it scorched, and the very atmosphere felt charged with raw energy.
The ice spikes clashed with the barrier, a thick mist formed followed by a strong force that sent anything around them flying. "You managed to evaporate my ice, you're strong i'll give you that."
Second kept watching from a distance with the serious face as always "you might be strong but you're nothing to me." Fighting the Queen was considered disrespectful in the demon world and, Third was completely aware of this. Forming a huge fireball, he was ready to use the strongest skill in his arsenal "admonition!" the huge ball of raw energy moved in a super sonic speed.
Coming out of the mist, her breath formed little puffs of mist as she concentrated, her eyes gleaming like shards of ice. With a fluid motion, she raised her hand, and the air around her chilled. A thin layer of frost spread from her fingertips, creeping along the ground. As she focused, ice crystals formed, growing into intricate patterns. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned an ice barrier, solid and unyielding, and launched a barrage of razor-sharp icicles towards Third. Every move was elegant, controlled, and breathtakingly cold.
The fireball struck the ice barrier, but to everyone surprise it remained standing. The icicles ran-through Thirds' body, "it's over!" Second said shaking his head in shame "what did you expect, going up against a Primordial?" fourth said to him seeing his disappointed face, swinging his hand fourths' body was throne across the ground, skirting across the floor a single line of wind came towards him cutting his body in half "don't forget your place" Second said vanishing.
The Queen walked towards Third who was struggling to get back up "you fought well" Second said helping him to his feet "you have to thank your friend for convincing not to slit your throat" she said.