Limitless Summoner: Rise of the Soul God-Chapter 85: He fought for me

Ethan had no idea what or why but he screamed like a teenage girl who just saw a cockroach in the bathroom. "KILL it! Kill it now!"

The remaining insectoids and the two demons did not need to be told twice. They used this opportunity to pummel the bastard and be done with it once and for all.

Ethan’s ragged breath filled the cavern as the hulking demon finally collapsed, its massive form crashing against the bloodstained stone with a resounding thud. The red glow of its berserk magic flickered, sputtering like a dying flame before vanishing completely.

It was over.

The cavern was eerily silent now, save for the exhausted panting of Ethan and his battered minions. The remaining insectoids twitched their mandibles, their bodies trembling from the exertion. His spiders, slimes, and demons stood motionless.

Ethan himself could barely stand. His entire body screamed in pain, his ribs felt like they had been cracked in multiple places, and his vision blurred with exhaustion. He was covered in dirt, sweat, and blood—both his and the demon’s.

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But none of that mattered.

They had won.

Ethan’s grip on the rock finally loosened, and it tumbled to the ground with a dull clatter. He staggered forward, staring at the demon’s lifeless body. This thing had been unstoppable—a wall of pure destruction that had pushed him to his absolute limits.

And yet, he had killed it.

Not with a grand finishing move. Not with some legendary technique. Not even with his dagger. But with sheer, unrelenting desperation. His gaze then landed on the rock that he tossed away. His eyes widened slightly when he saw that it was not really a rock but an ore fragment.

Did it have anything to do with killing the demon? Maybe weaken it or something? That would explain why the demon suddenly felt weak.

Ethan stared at it for a moment before letting out a breathless chuckle, then collapsed onto his knees, laughing like a lunatic. He had once again scraped by with his life because of sheer dumb luck. If this was not a wake-up call, then what was?

He needed to become stronger, and faster. He couldn’t waste time like this anymore. He immediately dismissed his minions to allow them to rest a little. Only ten of them were left now and he was too tired to deal with that.

He grabbed Lia who was on the verge of collapse and supported her as they stumbled forward walking out of the mine. Behind him, Lyra was still lying on the ground but Ethan did not have anything left to care about her at the moment.

He did not know her and he did not owe her anything. He was not some hero to sacrifice himself for every damsel in distress even if that labelled him as someone selfish and heartless.

Right now, survival was the only thing that mattered.

Ethan gritted his teeth and kept moving, dragging Lia along as they stepped out into the cool night air. The crisp wind hit his sweat-drenched skin, but it did little to soothe the deep ache in his bones. No matter what, he did not look back and continued moving forward.

A couple of hours after Ethan left, more footsteps echoed in the now almost empty mine. "Lady Lyra… Lady Lyra… "

The flickering torchlight illuminated the grisly battlefield, a place of destruction, of death.

A group of four figures stepped into the cavern, their armored boots crunching against the broken stone and dried blood. Their eyes swept over the shattered remnants of the battle—the lifeless bodies of the demons and most importantly, their gazes landed on the unconscious woman lying amidst the carnage.

"Lady Lyra!" One of the armored figures rushed forward, dropping to a knee beside her. He checked her breathing—shallow but steady. The relief on his face was palpable. "She’s alive!"

Another man, taller and clad in deep-blue plate armor, stepped forward with narrowed eyes. His expression darkened as he examined the demon’s corpse.

"This… this thing is a Blood-Fury Brute." His voice was grim, as though saying the name alone sent a chill down his spine. "An enraged berserk-class demon. Even a squad of elite knights would struggle to bring one down."

"Rutgard…" Lyra weakly mumbled. "Save him. Rutgard… needs help."

"Lady Lyra, please don’t strain yourself. Drink this first." The knight kneeling beside her quickly pulled out a small vial of glowing blue liquid from his belt pouch and gently pressed it to her lips. "It’s a high-grade potion, my lady. It will stabilize you."

Lyra’s fingers twitched as she weakly tried to push the vial away. Her hazy, unfocused eyes flickered toward the cavern entrance. "No… You don’t understand… He—he saved me…" Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "Ethan Rutgard… He—"

The taller knight in blue plate armor stiffened at the name. His sharp gaze snapped toward her, and for the first time since stepping into the cavern, his expression darkened further.

"Rutgard?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Are you certain?"

Lyra’s breathing was ragged, but she nodded weakly. "He fought… he didn’t run… the demon was killing him but he didn’t run… he did not leave my side for one minute… he…" Tears slipped down her face, mixing with the dirt and exhaustion clinging to her skin.

"He fought for me," she whispered, voice trembling. "When everyone else would have left… he fought. I am alive because of him…"

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End of volume 1~

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