The Land of Keimusho [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter Forty-five: LAST BATTLE

Suddenly, the emerald stone in Shadow's hand began to glow brightly, emitting a dazzling light that was blinding to the eyes. I instinctively covered my face to shield myself from the searing brightness.

"Storm? Where are you?" I called out, my eyes tightly shut as I could no longer see my surroundings.

"I'm here," Storm's voice replied, and I felt his hand gently rest on my waist, his touch a comforting presence. As the blinding light began to fade, I cautiously opened my eyes.

To my dismay, I noticed that the barrier protecting the school had been shattered. As a result, the demons were now spilling out, heading towards the nearby kingdoms to wreak havoc.

"Damn," Storm cursed under his breath. "We need to eliminate them immediately," he said with urgency, releasing his hold on me and taking to the air, ready to engage the possessed individuals.

"Emerald, sword," I called out, and the loyal spirit responded by materializing a shimmering sword in my hand. Gripping the weapon tightly, I rushed into the fray, determined to aid Storm in the impending battle against the demonic forces that threatened to engulf the land.

The air was thick with the clashing of steel and the anguished cries of the possessed. I fought with a renewed sense of purpose, my blade slicing through the darkness as I sought to protect the innocent and vanquish the evil that had been unleashed.

I continued to slash my sword through the throngs of possessed individuals that crossed my path, each strike carving a path through the darkness. My blade sang with each impact, the sound of steel against flesh echoing across the ravaged schoolyard.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Emerald engaged in a fierce battle with Shadow, the two spirits clashing with unbridled ferocity in the center of the field. Meanwhile, Storm was rapidly approaching, intent on providing aid in the fight against the formidable Shadow.

"The elites," I murmured under my breath as I caught sight of the elite forces joining the fray, their arrival signaling the escalation of the conflict. And in the distance, I could make out the towering figure of Ysabel's powerful demon, also embroiled in the chaotic battle.

Suddenly, a possessed individual managed to land a blow, slicing into my arm. "Augh!" I cried out in pain, but I refused to let it slow me down. Summoning my strength, I leaped into the air, spinning and twisting, before plunging my blade deep into the possessed being's skull.

The impact was shattering, tearing through the possessed individual's flesh and causing a shower of blood to erupt outward, spattering across my body and the surrounding area. The demon's physical form crumbled into ash, leaving only the remnants of its bloody demise in its wake.

I landed gracefully, my sword at the ready, determined to continue the relentless fight against the demonic forces that threatened to overwhelm us all.

"Are you okay?" Storm suddenly appeared by my side, his voice laced with concern as he noticed the wound on my arm.

"I thought you were going after Shadow," I responded, wincing slightly from the pain.

"I came back when I saw you getting hurt," he explained, gently examining the injury. "Can I?" he asked, and I nodded in response.

Storm leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek before tenderly licking the wound on my arm. As he siphoned the blood, the pain began to subside, and I watched in awe as the gash slowly closed and healed.

"You can heal me?" I asked, my eyes wide with surprise, as I ran my fingers over the now-smooth skin.

"Because you love me," he replied with a warm smile. "If you didn't, my power wouldn't be effective. After all, I am a half-goddess, aren't I?" he added, and suddenly everything clicked into place.