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Wes calmly pulled a small sphere from his robe.
The moment it appeared, a pair of agile wings stretched out from his back. His fingers traced the glowing magic pattern on his robe, activating its power.
A golden light flared—blinding, radiant.
"Biu—biu!"
Ultra-high-speed water blasts shot forward like bullets, cutting through the air toward Wes with deadly precision.
Reacting instantly, Wes vanished in a flicker of light, narrowly evading the attack with teleportation.
But the assault was relentless. Wind howled as his opponents pressed forward.
A violent gust surged around him, lifting stones and debris into the air. The projectiles—no longer mere pebbles—hurtled toward him with the force of cannon fire.
Wes barely had time to regain his footing before the barrage descended. His enchanted robe absorbed several hits, but each impact dimmed the once-glowing magic pattern.
"Damn it," Wes muttered under his breath, dodging left and right, "Is that demented cowboy still struggling with just one opponent?"
The battlefield raged on, chaotic and merciless. Then—boom!
A shotgun roared through the storm of magic.
Carter had finally taken down the earth demon. The wind demon, caught off guard, had no time to react as Wes seized the opening.
"Freeze!"
His spell struck true. Frost spread from the wind demon's feet, creeping over its form with alarming speed. Within moments, its entire body was trapped in a thick layer of ice.
Without hesitation, Wes rushed to where the wind demon had fallen.
Carter's whip cracked through the air, slicing toward the monster with lethal precision. But even frozen, the wind demon moved swiftly, twisting just in time to avoid the attack.
"Enough."
Wes's voice was steady as he cast another spell.
The air around the wind demon shimmered. Stone spread across its limbs, locking its movements.
Then, the floating sphere beside Wes shot forward in a blur of motion—an invisible force propelling it like a comet. It struck the demon squarely, sending it reeling.
"Beautiful shot, wizard!" Carter called, his voice gruff but pleased.
Without missing a beat, his whip coiled around the immobilized demon like a snake. With a powerful yank, Carter dragged it forward.
"Look me in the eye, you bastard!"
The wind demon froze, locked in place by an unseen force. Its expression twisted into agony, its mouth parting in a silent, desperate scream.
No sound escaped—only fear lingered in the air.
Then, without warning, the demon's body crumbled into dust, vanishing into the wind.
The unholy power of the Ghost Rider's judgment left no room for mercy.
Carter exhaled, his eyes burning with the flames of vengeance. He turned to Wes.
"Didn't expect you'd be a good partner, wizard."
Wes looked away, avoiding Carter's gaze. He knew better than to meet the eyes of a man who could judge the sins of others.
Carter adjusted his hat, his voice unwavering. "One more demon left." He locked eyes with the frozen water demon. "I don't mind sending another one to hell."
The demon, sensing its impending doom, thrashed against the icy prison, desperation filling its watery form.
Had it been at full strength, breaking free would have been easy.
Now?
Now, it could only tremble.
Carter grabbed the demon with both hands. Flames roared from his touch, melting the ice and boiling the creature alive.
"Judgment—"
Before Carter could finish, a sudden force slammed into him, sending him flying across the battlefield. He crashed hard at Wes's feet.
Alarmed, Wes snapped his gaze upward.
A dark figure descended from the sky.
Cold. Silent.
His eyes—voids of endless black—exuded an oppressive, deathly aura.
The water demon scrambled behind him, cowering in pure terror.
The figure surveyed the battlefield, his gaze lingering on the fallen demons. His lips curled in disgust.
"Useless."
The water demon flinched but dared not speak.
Then, the figure turned his attention to Wes.
"Wizard," he said, his voice like a blade against stone, "hand over the Saint Venganza Contract and submit to me."
He stood with the arrogance of a monarch—one who expected nothing less than obedience.
Wes did not falter. He lifted his wand, pointing it straight at the newcomer.
"Demon," his voice was steady, "this world isn't yours to claim. This is the domain of the Sorcerer Supreme."
For the first time, a flicker of hesitation passed through the demon's expression.
But then—ambition burned away his doubt.
The contract.
With it, he could surpass even his father. The Supreme Sorcerer would be powerless before him.
Power—absolute, undeniable power—was within his reach.
"The Sorcerer Supreme?" he scoffed. "Let her try and stop me."
Wes had no patience for a monologue. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a devastating wind spell.
The demon did not flinch.
The attack washed over him—useless.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
"Pathetic."
He raised his hand. A black sphere, thick with malevolent energy, shot toward Wes at terrifying speed.
Wes reacted in an instant. His spell deflected the orb, sending it crashing into a nearby tree.
The moment it made contact, the tree withered, decayed, and crumbled into dust.
Wes's eyes narrowed.
"That attack… it devours life itself."
If he was hit, it wouldn't just injure him—it would erase him.
Carter, having recovered, didn't hesitate. He fired his shotgun at the demon, forcing him to focus on a new threat.
Seeing his chance, the water demon launched a surge of water toward Wes.
"Tch—" Wes turned his attention back to the demon, countering with fire and ice magic.
The water demon was learning.
Instead of direct confrontation, it weaved around him, aiming to keep Wes distracted—separating him from Carter.
Carter, meanwhile, fought fearlessly. His immortal body allowed him to face the demon head-on.
"Old fool," the demon sneered, "you dare attack your master?"
"Master?" Carter's eyes burned hotter. "You're Mephisto's son, aren't you?"
The demon smirked. "So you understand, then. Kneel, and I may let you live."
Carter's response?
A relentless storm of bullets.
"You talk too much, kid."
The demon finally snapped. His human guise melted away, revealing his monstrous true form.
But Carter had been waiting for this.
Locking eyes with the creature, he growled—"Penance Stare"
But—nothing happened.
Carter's expression darkened.
"What—?"
The demon laughed coldly.
"Fool," he whispered, "I have no soul."
Before Carter could react, the demon's claws shot forward, piercing straight through his chest.
Blood dripped onto the ground.
"Impossible," Carter rasped.
The demon grinned.
"First, I'll get rid of you." His gaze flicked to Wes. "Then, the wizard." He chuckled darkly. "And finally… my father."
But before he could relish his victory—
A roar split the air.
A motorcycle, engulfed in hellfire, streaked across the battlefield like a comet.
It crashed into the demon, sending him flying.
The bike spun once, then came to a stop.
A second Ghost Rider dismounted, flames licking at his skeletal frame.
He reached down, pulling Carter back onto his feet.
The two burning skulls stared at each other.
"Same kind."
Two Riders. One demon. The fight was far from over.
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