SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

The battlefield had turned into a nightmarish realm of despair as the Elf Queen’s Soul Magic spread like a blight, transforming friend and foe into mindless, zombie-like creatures.

Among them was the Beast King, once a proud and noble warrior, now reduced to a soulless husk, his eyes hollow and empty, his movements mechanical and unyielding.

Worst yet, he only had one enemy in sight.

Even in death, it seemed he still sought after the strongest.

“Aria…”

Aria, already exhausted from her fierce battle with the Beast King, found herself facing him once again.

Only now, he was a relentless and ruthless monster, his body driven by dark magic, knowing no fatigue, no pain, no mercy.

“You cannot be serious!” Aria exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief and horror as the Beast King lumbered toward her, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike.

“I’m sorry, Aria,” the Beast King’s voice came, hollow and devoid of emotion, his words a cruel mockery of his former self. “I must destroy you.”

With that, he lunged at her, his movements faster and more precise than before.

~FWOOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!~

Aria barely managed to dodge his blow, her body aching, her strength waning. She knew that she was at a severe disadvantage.

The Beast King was tireless, driven by a dark power that seemed endless.

~CLANG!~

~WHAM!~

~VWUUUSSSHHH!~

They clashed again and again, Aria’s sword meeting the Beast King’s fists in a desperate dance of death.

She struck and parried, dodged and countered, but every move was met with relentless force, every attack turned aside with ruthless efficiency.

“You were a worthy opponent,” the Beast King said, his voice cold and emotionless as he advanced on Aria, his eyes fixed on her, unblinking. “But now you must die.”

“I won’t give in to you!” Aria shouted, her voice filled with determination. But her body was betraying her, her movements slowing, her reactions dulling.

She could feel the Beast King’s power growing, his attacks becoming more and more relentless, his advantage increasing with every passing second.

She tried to summon her lightning magic, but it fizzled and died, her magical energy drained.

‘Damnit!’ She thought internally.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t even given the chance to register such thoughts.

The Beast King’s fist connected with her side, sending her flying, her body slamming into the ground.

“You can’t win,” the Beast King said, his voice cold and final as he stood over her, his massive form casting a dark shadow. “You are beaten.”

Aria looked up at him, her body battered and bruised, her strength all but gone. But her eyes were filled with a fierce determination, a fire that refused to be extinguished.

“H-haa… haa… as if I’d accept that,” she whispered, her voice filled with defiance. “I already beat you once. I can do it again…”

The Beast King said nothing, his face an emotionless mask as he raised his fist, ready to deliver the final blow.

Aria’s body was broken, but her will remained unbroken, her spirit indomitable.

In that dark and desperate moment, she knew that she had to find a way to win, to overcome the impossible odds, to defeat the monster that the Beast King had become.

She could see her comrades running close to her already, their faces etched with worry. She could see how they struggled to break free from the ravaging army that closed in on the Fairy Kingdom’s troops.

With blurry eyes, she could see that the war had continued, and that more people would have to die.

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At this point, more than anything, she wished for it all to end. This war… had to be stopped.

“Alright, that’s enough.” A voice suddenly echoed throughout the large battlefield, drawing Aria’s attention, as well as the focus of every major player in the battlefield.

It was a familiar tone, from a familiar person.

“L-Lewis?!”

That’s right! The man who appeared from thin hair, his dark hair fluttering on his head as he donned a fearless smile, was none other than Lewis Griffith.

The air around the battlefield suddenly grew tense, a new energy entering the fray.

Everyone, friend and foe alike, turned to see Lewis stepping forward, his face etched with determination and resolve.

“I can’t bear to watch this anymore,” he declared, his voice ringing out clear and strong. “I’ll be putting an end to this war.”

For a moment, silence prevailed completely. No one could utter a word of response to the man who had just showed up.

No one except the malefactor herself.

“Pfft!”

The Elf Queen scoffed at his words, her eyes narrowing in contempt. “Who are you to make such a declaration? You’re a nobody. You can’t dare to stop me and my army.”

Her words were filled with arrogance, but they died in her throat as Lewis raised his hand, casting a single, devastating Spell that swept through the battlefield.

“[Full Death]”

In one fell swoop, he disposed of the Beast King and Dwarven Chief, their bodies crumbling to dust, the dark magic that had controlled them vanishing into thin air.

“W-what?!” The previously prideful Queen gasped at the sight.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence, all eyes on Lewis as the true scope of his power became apparent.

The Elf Queen’s face paled, her eyes widening in shock and fear as she realized the danger she now faced.

“Who… who are you?” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Lewis smiled, a cold, determined smile that sent a chill down the spine of everyone who saw it.

“I am the one who will put an end to this war,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet, deadly conviction. “Once and for all. Even if it means executing every last member of the Triumvirate’s forces.”

His words hung in the air, a promise and a warning, a line drawn in the sand that could not be crossed.

The Elf Queen’s face twisted with rage, but behind her eyes, there was a flicker of doubt, a realization that she was no longer in control, that the tide of battle had turned.

Lewis’s eyes met hers, and in that moment, the full weight of his determination, his commitment to ending the war, was laid bare.

The battlefield was always a place of horror and death, a place where friends could become enemies, where the lines between right and wrong had blurred and twisted.

Elf Queen Kamilia knew all of these things, and deep within her, she longed for such stimulation; especially the part where she could completely dispose of any who sought to challenge her.

But now, a new force had entered the fray, a force driven by a singular purpose, a force that would not be swayed or deterred.

This war in particular… was different.

The Elf Queen’s reign of terror was about to be challenged, and the fate of the Fairy Kingdom would be decided by the actions of one man, determined to make a stand, determined to make a difference.

The battle lines were drawn, and the final showdown was at hand.

“So make your choice, Elf Queen. Yield… or die.”

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