LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 217: Jallen's Kidnapping
Booom!
Bang!!
Claaanng!!!
The forest erupted into pure chaos. Screeches, snarls, and the clash of metal against flesh filled the air as the demons descended upon them like a storm.
Damien, standing at the forefront, didn't waste a second. His blade gleamed under the faint light that managed to pierce through the thick canopy above.
With a single command, Damien sent Luton flying forward. The red slime expanded and devoured the nearest demon whole, its attack so swift and ferocious that it sent shivers down the spines of everyone watching.
Arielle, perched safely on Aquila, watched in awe as Damien launched himself into the heart of the fray.
The demons swarmed from every direction, their twisted forms blending seamlessly with the shadows of the forest.
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Yet, Damien moved through them with precision, his movements fluid and calculated.
Splaaaat!!
Each swing of his blade brought a demon to its knees, their black blood staining the forest floor.
Jallen, who had been fighting two Grade Seven demons at once, found himself cornered.
One demon lunged at him with razor-sharp claws, while the other circled behind, its glowing red eyes locked onto him.
Jallen slashed at the first demon, managing to wound it slightly, but he was too slow to react to the second.
Just as the second demon's claws were about to tear into his back, Damien appeared out of nowhere. "Keep your eyes open and be careful."
With a single powerful swing, Damien's blade cut through the demon's arm, severing it cleanly. The demon howled in agony, staggering backward before Damien finished it off with a swift stab through the chest.
"Focus," Damien said coldly, not sparing Jallen another glance as he moved on to his next target.
Jallen gritted his teeth, nodding silently as he turned his attention back to the remaining demon.
On the other side of the battlefield, Vel was in trouble. She had been holding her own against a single Grade Six demon, but two more had joined the fight.
One of the new demons lunged at her, its claws aimed at her legs. Vel dodged narrowly, but her foot slipped on the damp forest floor, leaving her vulnerable.
Damien noticed her predicament instantly. Without hesitation, he darted through the battlefield, cutting down two demons in his path before reaching Vel.
He planted himself between her and her attackers, his blade moving so fast it was almost a blur.
"Get up," Damien barked, blocking a swipe from one demon while simultaneously slicing into the other.
Vel scrambled to her feet, her heart racing as she watched Damien dispatch both demons with ease.
"Thanks," she muttered, her voice shaky.
"Don't thank me. Just don't fall again," Damien replied curtly before leaping back into the chaos.
Arielle, accompanied by Aquila, was faring way better than the rest of the group. The Griffin had created a defensive perimeter around her, slashing at any demon that dared come too close with its talons.
From her vantage point, Arielle fired off precise spells, targeting the demons that seemed to pose the most threat to her teammates.
Her lightning spell crackled through the air, striking a demon that had been sneaking up on Ryn. The demon collapsed to the ground, convulsing as the electricity coursed through its body.
"Thanks, Arielle!" Ryn shouted, her voice carrying over the chaos.
Arielle nodded, her focus never wavering as she prepared her next spell.
Meanwhile, Jallen found himself in trouble again. A particularly aggressive Grade Five demon had pinned him to the ground, its claws digging into his wears as it snarled inches from his face.
Damien, who had just finished dispatching two other demons, noticed Jallen's struggle. With a sigh of exasperation, he moved swiftly, appearing behind the demon in an instant.
He drove his blade through the back of the demon's neck, severing its spine. The creature let out a final, pitiful growl before collapsing lifelessly onto Jallen.
"Do I have to babysit you the whole time?" Damien asked, his tone laced with slight annoyance as he yanked his blade free.
Jallen pushed the demon's corpse off him, scowling. "I had it under control."
"Sure you did," Damien muttered, already turning to engage another demon.
The group began to gain the upper hand. With Damien cutting down demons left and right, Arielle and Aquila providing support, and the others holding their own, the remaining demons started to retreat. Their snarls became more hesitant, their attacks less coordinated.
Kaareeeeiii!!
Just as it seemed the battle was nearing its end, a new wave of demons emerged from the shadows. These were larger, more menacing, and their glowing eyes burned with a fiercer intensity.
The group tensed, their exhaustion evident in their movements. Damien, however, remained calm. He stepped forward, his blade at the ready.
"Stay focused," he said, his voice cutting through the tension.
The new demons charged, their growls echoing through the forest. The group braced themselves, ready for another round of chaos.
Jallen, once again, found himself the target of two demons. This time, they moved with alarming speed and coordination, forcing him to retreat further and further from the group.
"Dammit!" he cursed, slashing wildly to keep them at bay.
One of the demons feinted an attack, distracting him while the other lunged from the side. Its claws tore through his clothes, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Before Damien could intervene, a third demon appeared, grabbing Jallen by the legs and dragging him toward the shadows.
"Jallen!" Vel screamed, her voice filled with panic.
Damien's eyes narrowed as he sprinted toward the scene, but the demons moved too quickly. In the blink of an eye, Jallen was gone, swallowed by the darkness of the forest.
The group stood frozen, the sudden disappearance of one of their own leaving them stunned.
"Damien," Arielle said, her voice trembling.
He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stared into the shadows where Jallen had been taken, his jaw clenched tightly.
"We're going after him," Damien finally said, his tone cold and resolute.
Without waiting for a response, he started heading toward the darkness, his blade gleaming in the dim light, stained with the blood of his enemies.