Chương 30: Alda’s Fight
Vice Commander Alda's eyes narrowed as she faced her opponent in the distance. The dark forest loomed around her, thick trees casting long shadows under the overcast sky. A sharp gust of wind blew her silver hair back as she gripped her twin short swords tightly, each blade gleaming in the dim light. Her heartbeat pounded steadily in her ears, but her gaze remained focused. She had been dragged away from Commander Thorian by the mysterious foe who had ambushed them, and now, she was locked in a deadly dance of survival.
Her adversary stood at the edge of a small clearing, a robed figure whose face was hidden behind a shadowed hood. His aura was dark, almost suffocating, like a void of hatred and death. He held a jagged, blackened blade, pulsating with dark magic, which hummed with the promise of destruction. Alda could feel the oppressive power radiating from him, and it sent a chill down her spine.
"You've separated yourself from your commander," the man sneered, his voice low and filled with malice. "Now you die alone."
Alda's eyes flickered with determination as she took a defensive stance. Alone or not, she was a Vice Commander, and she wouldn't fall so easily.
In an instant, the man lunged forward, his blade crackling with black energy as it sliced through the air toward her. Alda reacted with lightning speed, her short swords clashing against the enemy's blade with a burst of sparks. She twisted her body, deflecting his strike and immediately countering with a swift slash aimed at his chest. But the robed man dodged effortlessly, stepping back with an unnatural grace.
He moved faster than she expected, far too fast for a normal human. His dark magic enhanced his speed and power, but Alda wasn't going to be overwhelmed. She had faced far worse.
The enemy vanished in a blur, reappearing behind her in the blink of an eye. Alda barely managed to parry his strike, their blades clashing with a sharp ring. Her muscles tensed as she held her ground, the force of his attack pushing her back slightly.
"He's fast," she thought, her mind racing. "But predictable."
The robed figure struck again and again, a flurry of rapid, vicious blows meant to overwhelm her. But Alda's training and reflexes were impeccable. She met each strike with precision, her twin swords moving in perfect harmony as she deflected, parried, and counterattacked. Each time their blades clashed, the sound of steel on steel echoed through the clearing.
Despite her skill, the enemy's dark magic was relentless. His blade became shrouded in shadows, extending unnaturally with each swing. Alda's sharp eyes caught the change, and she adjusted her movements, dancing backward with agile steps to avoid the unnatural reach of the dark weapon.
"You're quick," the man hissed, frustration creeping into his voice. "But it won't save you."
Alda remained silent, her focus unshaken. The fight was far from over.
Summoning her Aether, a pale blue energy began to radiate from her blades. Wind Aether. The air around her stirred, swirling around her in a protective vortex as she channeled her power. With a burst of speed, she surged forward, her twin swords cutting through the air like lightning. Her strikes were faster now, enhanced by the force of the wind itself, and the robed man found himself struggling to keep up.
She spun gracefully, her swords singing as they sliced through the shadows around him, tearing at his cloak. The robed man snarled in frustration as he summoned a wall of dark magic to block her next attack, but Alda was already a step ahead.
Leaping into the air, she twisted mid-flight, bringing both swords down in a powerful strike aimed at his head. The force of the blow shattered his magical barrier, sending him staggering backward.
But he wasn't finished. With a roar of rage, the robed man slammed his fist into the ground, causing dark tendrils to erupt from the earth, snaking toward Alda with terrifying speed. She quickly flipped backward, narrowly avoiding the tendrils as they lashed at the ground where she had just stood.
Before she could regain her footing, one of the dark tendrils caught her leg, wrapping around her ankle and pulling her off balance. Alda grunted in pain as she was slammed to the ground, her swords slipping from her grasp as the tendril began to drag her toward the robed figure.
The man's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he approached, his dark blade raised high to finish her off. "I told you," he snarled, "you die alone."
Alda gritted her teeth, refusing to give in to fear. She wouldn't let this be the end.
With a swift motion, she summoned her Wind Aether again, sending a sharp gust of wind through the clearing. The tendril holding her ankle loosened, giving her just enough time to kick free and roll to the side, narrowly avoiding the enemy's downward strike.
Breathing heavily, she scrambled to her feet and retrieved her swords. Her body ached, but her resolve was stronger than ever.
The enemy glared at her, anger radiating from him as his aura flared darker and more menacing. "This is where it ends, Vice Commander."
Alda's gaze hardened. She wasn't giving up.
As the creatures lunged toward her, Alda summoned the full force of her Wind Aether, her swords glowing with brilliant blue light. She spun in a whirlwind of blades and wind, cutting through the creatures with deadly precision. Each strike sent shockwaves of wind through the battlefield, scattering the dark figures like leaves in a storm.
But it was clear she was being pushed to her limit. Her breathing was ragged, and the strain of fighting off so many enemies was beginning to take its toll.
Just as she dispatched the last of the shadowy creatures, a dark pulse of energy shot toward her from the robed man, faster than she could react.
A sharp pain shot through her side as the blast struck, sending her crashing into a tree. Alda gasped, clutching her side as blood trickled from the wound. The robed figure loomed over her, his blade raised for the final blow.
*To Be Continued…*
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