Chapter 35: Chapter 35 - Demon Queen on Move
In the heart of the Liander Duchy's border forest, where darkness reigned supreme, two figures cloaked in black engaged in a battle that seemed almost choreographed.
The Demon Elite, a cold and professional warrior, sought the little girl he was tasked to find by his queen. The shadowy guardian from The Obsedian Order, equally skilled, stood in his way.
Their swords clashed with precision, creating a symphony of metallic sounds that echoed through the trees.
The Demon Elite's movements were calculated, each strike meant to exploit any opening. He aimed for the guardian's shoulder, a calculated move to slow them down.
*Clang!*
The swords collided, sparks flying as the guardian deftly parried the strike.
Their dark aura gave them an almost supernatural advantage, but the Demon Elite pressed on. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
"You can't stop me. I must find her."
With a fluid spin, he launched a rapid series of slashes, aiming for the guardian's legs, intending to weaken their stance.
*Swish, swish, swish!*
His sword sliced through the air, but the guardian responded with agility, sidestepping and evading the strikes.
The guardian finally saw an opening and lunged with a lightning-fast thrust, aimed at the Demon Elite's chest.
But the elite countered swiftly, deflecting the blow with a sidelong parry and delivered a powerful kick to create distance.
*Thud!*
*Swish.*
The shadows that had concealed their presence vanished into thin air as they watched a little child enter the room.
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In the Demon Realm, within a grand palace where the sky teemed with various demonic creatures, their flight a sight that would send tremors through the hearts of mortals.
Yet, for the inhabitants of this realm, it was as ordinary as watching birds soar through the air.
Amidst the palace, upon a throne as black as the abyss itself, sat a woman who embodied beauty that could only be compared to that of a goddess.
In a room adorned with opulent decor, this otherworldly beauty stood, her presence commanding and regal.
She turned her attention to one of her loyal subjects and inquired, "How is my son? Is there any news?"
"My queen," the figure replied, bowing respectfully, "we have been engaged in a fierce battle with the forces of the Saint Realm for several days, yet regrettably, we have been unable to retrieve the young master."
"Cease the battle," she declared with a voice as imperious as her beauty, "I will confront this man myself."
"As Her Majesty commands," the black-clad figure acknowledged before disappearing into the shadows.
As she gazed out of the window, her radiant beauty seemed to illuminate the dimly lit chamber.
Her thoughts dwelled on the situation at hand. "Desperation befalls you, my husband," she pondered, her eyes fixed intensely on the tumultuous scene outside.
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