[Fairy In The Forest] By Minutestory017

part 66

"You think you've won this fight with your anger, but listen to me, my son - a fight is never won without brains." Edward sneered at Lake, his eyes gleaming with a creepy intensity.

Lake, still seething with rage, threw his sword aside and declared, "You're right, Father. I may have shown you my anger, but I bet I can defeat you in any condition!" He charged at Edward, his fists clenched.

The two engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, their bodies crashing together. Lake grabbed Edward from behind, slamming him into the wall and unleashing a flurry of punches into his stomach, treating him like a human punching bag.

Edward grasped Lake's fist, halting the barrage of punches after four blows. A sly smile spread across his face as he snatched a handful of Lake's hair and slammed his forehead into his ankle. Lake's eyes darkened, and he stumbled.

Seizing the opportunity, Edward delivered a swift punch to Lake's chin, sending him crashing to the ground. Lake's nose began to bleed as he struggled to lift his head, his gaze locking onto his father's.

Edward took a step closer, his smile twisted. "How was it?" he taunted.

Lake's anger surged. With a sudden burst of strength, he kicked Edward's legs out from under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. Lake swiftly regained his footing and pounced, straddling his father's chest. Unleashing a torrent of punches, Lake ravaged Edward's face, striking his eyes, cheeks, and jaw repeatedly. Edward's features began to distort, his face swelling from the relentless assault.

Just as Lake seemed poised to destroy his father's face entirely, Edward mustered the strength to throw a handful of sand into Lake's eyes. Lake screamed in agony, frantically rubbing his eyes to clear his vision.

Edward broke free and fled, exploiting Lake's temporary blindness. Lake's roar echoed through the air. "Yaaaah!" He stumbled forward, vision blurry.
Finally, his eyes cleared, and he beheld an empty space. His father had vanished.

"Where will you go, Father? I WILL FIND YOU!!!" Lake bellowed, his fury-fueled determination hanging in the air like a promise.

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Ozella's grip on the queen's arm was desperate, her voice trembling with urgency. "My queen, they've already made it to the inside. Let's go!" But the queen's response was calm and detached, her hand slipping free from Ozella's grasp like a snake slithering through the grass. "No, Ozella, look there." Ozella's gaze followed the queen's, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the carnage before them. So many soldiers were still fighting, their bodies broken and battered, yet still they rushed forward, a never-ending tide of humanity determined to overwhelm them. "Yes, you are right, my queen. They are less in numbers." The words were a mere whisper, Ozella's voice barely audible over the sound of clashing steel and screams of the dying.

But as she watched, her heart heavy with dread, she realized that their own soldiers far outnumbered the enemy, their armor glinting in the sunlight like a sea of black insects. And still more came, wave after wave of fresh troops arriving to attack, their faces twisted with a ferocity that made Ozella's blood run cold. "They don't have a chance against us." The words were a cruel mockery, a grim reminder of the slaughter that was to come.

Mike and Blezi saw it too, their eyes locking in a moment of shared horror as one of their soldiers fell before them, his chest a bloody ruin, his life slipping away with each beat of his heart. Blezi's gaze darted between the fallen soldier and Mike, her face pale with shock, her eyes wide with fear.

"We need to act fast." Mike's voice was a low growl, his sword at the ready, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination. Blezi nodded, her own sword trembling in her hand, and together they charged forward, into the very heart of the abyss. But despite their bravery, Blezi and Mike found themselves surrounded by an endless horde of enemy soldiers. No matter how many they struck down, more seemed to take their place, their numbers seemingly infinite. The two warriors fought valiantly, but their strength began to wane, their movements slowing as fatigue set in. Hope seemed lost, the outcome all but certain.