Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 305: Icy Tornado

Third Person's POV

In a fraction of a second, he raised his head and conjured an ice shield above him.

The shield met the lightning head-on—BOOM!

The impact shattered the shield, and the blow sent Ethan spiraling downward.

His wings folded involuntarily as pain erupted through his skull.

Charred flesh peeled from his scalp, and smoke curled from his body as he was flung back into the lake, vanishing beneath the waves.

The water exploded around him in a towering pillar as ripples hissed with residual lightning and trailing steam into the air.

Above the water, silence returned, but it was the silence before the storm.

Meanwhile, atop a colossal tree in the farthest corner of the devastated meadow, a shimmering dark hemispherical veil pulsed with invisible energy and masked a pocket of space where three figures stood.

It was a silent stronghold where an immobile shadow cloaked and protected two young women behind it.

It seemed to be a guardian force that was bound by some order to protect them.

Velcy clung tightly to Virelle's trembling hands the instant the black lightning struck Ethan's head with thunderous force.

Her knuckles were pale, and her breath was shallow.

The impact echoed through their bones as if their own bodies had been assaulted.

Though protected by the veil, they could see everything in the meadow clearly.

The veil didn't dull their senses, but it amplified them and forced them to witness every strike, every wound, every drop of blood spilled on the shattered ground.

Despite the silence inside the barrier, their hearts roared like drums.

They made no futile attempts to escape as they remembered Ethan's words, and they respected the terrifying presence of the blood slave more than their desire to help.

It wasn't fear that held them back, but the clarity of the fact that they would only be burdens to Ethan at this moment.

If they were outside, Ethan wouldn't be just fighting monsters, but he would also be protecting them.

And doing two things in the presence of such dangerous opponents was anything but lethal.

Virelle's calm voice whispered reassurance to Velcy but her composure was a fragile mask.

Every time she saw Ethan being flung, burned, or bloodied by the knight, her heart cracked deeper.

Her nails dug into her own palm as guilt coiled inside her like a tightening serpent.

Her chest ached with helplessness as she knew that she could do nothing but watch as he stood alone against such overwhelming odds.

Seeing each of his burns on his body felt like it had been branded on her soul.

It was the same for Velcy, who was also looking at the fight with wide and trembling eyes while harboring mirrored thoughts.

Together, their hearts burned and not from fear for Ethan's safety alone but from the bitter realization of their weakness.

They weren't just worried, but they were enraged and that at their own powerlessness.

With their fists clenched and jaws tight, they both made a silent vow as raw as blood.

And it was that they would never be this helpless again.

They would rise—stronger, sharper, and become something more than liabilities. They would then walk beside him and not behind.

The last five minutes had torn them apart inside.

They had gone from the euphoria of revenge, to Ethan getting injured multiple times.

Finally, they were at this moment in this fight, where only two threats remained: the demonic prince and the nightmarish demon knight.

A false sense of relief tingled in their veins, yet their bodies stayed tense.

The final confrontation was near and more dangerous than ever.

Still, Virelle forced herself to breathe and calm her racing heart.

She had full faith in Ethan's unshakable will and power, his brutal tenacity, and in the monstrous blood slave that stood like a silent spectator but was ready to act if Ethan's life truly hung by a thread.

Suddenly, a harsh voice shattered the silence like a hammer to glass.

"Good one, Telor! Now, let's see how this bastard runs!"

Demon prince Aram's gloating shout echoed across the destroyed meadow in a twisted triumph dripping from every word.

As for the towering demon knight, Telor, he landed near the lake shore with a deafening crash that rattled the very roots of the trees.

Earth burst into shards, and a geyser of mud and shattered rock erupted five meters around the impact zone.

Waves of debris splashed into the air as his dark armor shimmered with residual flashes of dark lightning.

He ignored the prince's excitement and praise as rage bled from his every movement and his eyes burned like coals.

He raised his obsidian sword high, and in the next moment, black arcs of lightning started writhing and flashing along the edge like hungry serpents.

Knowing that this was the perfect and most opportune moment to strike down Ethan for good, he moved with a grim determination in his eyes.

But just as his sword began to descend, a shrill whistling filled the air, and sharp and biting gusts of cold wind hit him.

He looked on, shocked as a volley of ice shards surged toward him.

They weren't simple projectiles as they spun violently like razor blades caught in a whirlwind.

The formation resembled a tornado of crystalline death with its perfect and precise radius.

Telor's eyes narrowed, and his instincts screamed that this attack would be too dangerous for the rushing prince behind him.

Realizing this, he gave a reluctant grunt and shifted his sword. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Black lightning exploded from his blade in branching, writhing bolts.

The tendrils danced through the air and intercepted the shards with violent popping and snapping sounds.

One by one, they shattered the icy missiles into gleaming blue powder with their fragments glittering like winter stars in the twilight.

But he frowned in the next moment as he noticed that something was wrong.

The glittering snowfall didn't dissipate.

Instead, it lingered and thickened into a freezing mist and one that unnaturally clung to the air.