"It's such a waste, I have to kill you, you could have obeyed our queen and achieved even greater heights, but with your betrayal, you're now dead," Lucy shouted, as she saw Gran running in their direction.
"Lord Velian, I will handle him, can you hold the other underlings? Kill them if you want, we don't need their information, Gran is enough," Lucy said and looked at Velian for confirmation and he just nodded his head.
"Good! Let's go, I will cover you," She said and look at the surroundings to take an idea about what she was going to do to overpower this powerful vampire.
With a swift surge of adrenaline, Gran's muscles tensed, and his gaze locked onto Lucy, who stood defiantly, ready to face him. Every step he took was fueled by a burning desire to prove himself, to defy the odds stacked against him. He had to survive, for the sake of his demon king's revival and for the hope of a better future for the demon race.
A future where demons controlled everything and not just a peaceful race, that farmed in their island while staying in fear of humans and other races.
"You talk of heights, Lucy, but it is you who stands on a precipice of delusion!" Gran retorted, his voice laced with determination. "I will not bow to a weak queen who values peace over the power and fame we demons seek. I choose freedom, and if it means facing you, then so be it!"
With his declaration hanging in the air, Gran lunged forward, his sharp nails gleaming in the moonlight. Each step he took echoed with the weight of his conviction, propelling him toward his adversary. Lucy's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of both apprehension and excitement flickering within them.
Their weapons clashed in a symphony of steel, sparks flying as their battle intensified. Every parry, every strike, held the weight of their beliefs and desires. Each movement was a testament to the clash between loyalty and rebellion, an embodiment of the choices that shaped their lives.
Meanwhile, Velian's enigmatic figure lurking in the shadows emerged with a calm demeanour. His presence radiated an aura of undeniable power, causing Gran's underlings to shudder in fear. With a flick of his hand, Velian unleashed a devastating wave of violet flames, his adversaries toppling like leaves caught in a tempest.
"Well, that was easy, they are rather weak to die when the flame is this weak," Velian muttered to himself.
Gran's attention wavered for a moment, his focus momentarily disrupted by the chaos that unfolded around him.
It was the respite Lucy needed, seizing the opportunity to launch a swift counterattack. Her blade met the Gran's sharp and strong nails once again, their clash sending reverberations throughout the battlefield.
But as Gran fought with all his might, Velian made quick work of Gran's underlings, his movements fluid and precise. Each strike landed with calculated force, leaving no room for doubt.
His strength was unmatched, overpowering any who dared to oppose him. It was a display of skill and dominance, one that struck fear into the hearts of those who witnessed it.
"Who is that monster?" Gran questioned himself, but then only he noticed the most important thing he missed because of his anger.
"Those eyes! Silver hair," He quickly thought while blocking Lucy.
"He is the man who kept chasing that woman and she asked me to be careful of Jim, but looks like she really wasn't wrong this time,"
Gran could feel the battle slipping away, exhaustion weighing heavily upon him. However, he gritted his teeth, drawing upon every ounce of resolve left within him. With a final surge of energy, he launched a desperate assault, his strikes fueled by a determination that refused to be extinguished.
But Lucy, though weary, matched him blow for blow. The clash of their sword and nails reverberated through the air, an embodiment of their struggles and the stakes of their conflict. At that moment, it was not just about survival or loyalty—it was a clash of ideals, of dreams, and the consequences that would shape the world around them.
As the battle raged on, the outcome remained uncertain. The clash between Gran and Lucy painted a vivid portrait of defiance, while Velian's mastery over his adversaries spoke of unyielding strength. The fate of each combatant hung precariously in the balance, waiting for the decisive strike that would determine their destinies.
"Lucy, I will help," Velian said as he was already tired of fighting, and he wanted to know what Daphnia and Lucy manage to find.
"Luna, activate my aura in full intensity aiming at that vampire," Velian said and he heard a little sound which was how Luna accepted his request.
As Gran's nails clashed against Lucy's, a sudden change in the atmosphere engulfed the battlefield. The air crackled with an undeniable force, and Gran's heart skipped a beat. A wave of intense pressure emanated from the shadows in front of him, causing his spine to shiver with an eerie sensation.
"What... What is this?" Gran gasped, his voice trembling.
Lucy, too, felt the shift in the air, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she realized the true source of the power that enveloped them.
"So, Velian finally you reveal true strength, this is amazing!" she whispered.
A figure came forward from the shadows, his presence growing stronger with each passing moment. Velian, his eyes ablaze with an otherworldly intensity, his aura overwhelming the battlefield. The very ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet.
Gran's body involuntarily knelt, as if an invisible force compelled him to submit. His muscles grew numb, his claws falling from his grasp. He fought against the overwhelming power, his mind filled with a mixture of fear and awe.
"How does it feel, Gran?" Velian's voice boomed, resonating with undeniable authority. "You sought to defy us and now you face the consequences."
Gran's voice quivered as he struggled to respond, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. "I... I fight for... freedom... for my race!"
A flicker of amusement danced in Lucy's eyes as she felt the power of Velian's aura coursing through her veins. It acted as both a buff and a debuff, strengthening her own abilities while weakening those who opposed her. She tightened her grip on her sword, her confidence surging.
"Foolish!" she sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance.
"Your determination is nothing but a futile spark against the raging inferno of our power. Kneel before us! And confess, then you will not have to go through pain,"
Gran's muscles strained against the overwhelming pressure, his mind reeling. Every fibre of his being urged him to surrender, to yield to the might before him. But deep within his heart, a glimmer of resilience burned brightly.