Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 183

I can feel the heat coming from the massive force of destruction even if still far away, and yet their mere presence has been enough to basically melt away all my efforts thus far.

I won’t deny it, there is a moment, a single moment there were I thought all was lost, that there was no chance of fighting against that, is almost as if I am going against the forces of nature itself, and I just stared as those whirlpools of destruction pulling bricks out of the walls and floor only for them to melt upon their heat, soon forming a mass that joined with the strong winds of the thing.

Yet there is no chance of falling back, there is no option but to win against him.

"Artic Storm!" A mix of my Wind magic with my Blizzard spell, the draining yet strong attack clashes with a reckoning force of its own, the cold wind pushing back the heat and opposing his attack, even managing to make it snow around me, some snowflakes get stuck on m eyelids.

Only that the Hellfire Whirlwind keeps coming our way, slowly yet no stop advancing.

"Blizzard!"

I have to add another spell on top of the other one, the winds pushing as the blizzard forms a thick layer of ice and snow, the same spell that helped me against the Ghost city, and yet both were needed to keep the Demon’s Lord attack at bay.

It is draining and I have to focus all my effort on it, and yet, to my surprise, is not the same for the Demon Lord as him, smiling, seems to be able to move freely and as he pleases, not even breaking a sweat even if his body told another story.

N-no way, this is... this sheer amount of power is not even affecting him? How can he do that?

And how wrong I was to think I could beat him with my magic.

I watch him approach, greeting my teeth and pushing back his magic with all I got, the winds around me going wild and freezing my eyelashes, and yet he just walks towards be, unfathomed with a widening smile and crazy gaze, playing around with his swords and the promises his sharp edge give.

"Ah, that was fun, It’s been a while since I fought for real, really good adrenaline pump when we risk our lives, isn’t it? But as much fun it was I still have a world to conquer and another son to kill, so how about we continue later uhm?"

I grunt in response, the mere second I try to answer him costing me a few bricks of space as his magic keeps pushing with all his force.

He grabs his sword, the long black edge glittering as the fire and the ice reflect on its edge, clashing back and white colors, pointing the dull end towards me, and I find no sympathy or mercy at the gesture as for what it meant to me, the fact that he wanted me alive and his promises for later.

Only that he does not get to reach me.

I wish that I could have said that I was trying the same trick he did, faking an opening, taking a hit, only to strike back with force, and it is what I try to do, only that his hit comes too fast, his slash to wild to give me enough time react, fall back from my spell and counter him, knowing now that provoking him into using the cutting edge would be a small blessing as he had not fully used his strength with me yet, giving me a glimpse of with that single piercing strike that glints against my widening eyes.

Only that the target it hits isn’t me, but my father instead.

"C-Camillo?" I say, quick to recognize the white tiger form even when part of him is covered by his wings, or rather a single wing as the Demon’s Lord attack hits the wing’s bone and muscles and when pulled leaves a limp limb in its place.

I do not have time for another scream when a second slash comes forth, brazing his snout as he dodges his face, grazing his shoulder.

"Father!"

As he falls down with way too much blood over his black and white pelt the Demon Lord is unfazed and goes right back at me before I can even start questioning why Camillo was there to begin with when Ethan finally comes back to the battle, still far from completely recovered for what I can see from his wound, but without the luxury of time he parries the attack with a grunt of pain.

"My, my, things are not looking up for you, are they my son?" The Demon Lords says, dripping malice and wickedness with each word spoken, eyes glinting with the bloodlust of a predator ready to finish its prey and savor the fresh meat and warm blood.

I don’t know why, after so much blood and effort in this fight, that is that right moment that makes me realize that we are going to lose, that no matter how we had prepared and trained for this moment that the Demon Lord had more than triple of time to do just the same, to prepare an army, to hone his skills, to learn how to fight.

And only in a million years we would be ready to match him, the old strongest demon of a race of strong beasts.

With my mind racing and going as fast as my heartbeat I see that we are both tired out and not ready to engage in another exchange of attacks, and as much as his appearance told me just how much the Demon Lord has been affected as well, would not help us in this battle for he is just as fast and strong as he was at the beginning, some sort of magic or skill at foot probably since he could ignore his wounds and tiredness with ease.

Is hard to think or look for a way out when the battle does not stop and none wait out, the Demon Lord pressuring us now, probably closer to his limit too but still far enough, and while giving support to Ethan’s attacks and defending him in his slower state, my worries increasing as the pool of blood from Camillo’s wound only grows larger, I see a way out in between attacks, something that had been there from the beginning, something that had been screaming to be done from the beginning, that he gave away when he desperately tried to defend, something to put all cards down and risk it all.

With renewed focus I put my plan into action, hoping that it will work out.

And that the creature that I was about to free does not turn back at us.