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Chapter 7 - Zordema Rescue

Everyone was forced to sit in a circle before the towering spire of Pentaur Lyee.

Their hands were bound tightly. The demons stood guard, ensuring that none dared to run or even whisper a spell.

To prevent any reckless act of defiance, they had taken every child present as hostages — insurance for obedience through fear.

"This is strange," Dermentian muttered, peering from behind the shadow of the ruined houses.

"Normally, They don't really care about others. Why do they seem so restrained because of a few hostages?"

"This is not how they usually act," he added grimly.

"Hey, are you alright?" Dieora gently brushed the top of a young girl's head, his voice soft and steady.

The girl pointed toward the gathering. "That's my mother and father."

Dieora followed her trembling finger. A middle-aged woman with long black hair sat among the prisoners. Blood from a wound on her head dripped down her gray dress. Beside her, her husband gently wiped the blood from her face, holding her close with a sorrowful gaze.

Dermentian shifted his eyes upward — to the top of the tower.

A humanoid demon stood there, the only distinction from a man being the sharp black horns sprouting from his skull.

The peak of the tower glowed faintly. That must be the legendary magical force of Pentaur Lyee.

"Alright, listen carefully," Dermentian said, turning to Lucia and Dieora.

"There are five guards. Three in the front, two in the back."

He observed again, calculating every move.

"Dieora, you'll draw their attention by showing yourself."

Then he looked to Lucia. "You'll use that distraction to slip behind them."

"If things go well, the two guards at the back will also be lured away by Dieora's commotion."

Dermentian straightened up, eyes glinting sharply.

"I'll take care of the one on top."

Both nodded firmly,ready to strike.

Lucia moved first, dashing quietly to the rear.

Dieora exhaled deeply, steeling himself.

"This shouldn't be too hard," he murmured, stepping forward into the open, revealing himself to the demons.

"Are you throwing a party?" Dieora shouted boldly. "How cruel of you not to invite me!"

The captives gasped — a lone boy had just revealed himself to the demons without hesitation.

"Who's that brat?" one of the demons in front growled, resting a massive hammer on his armored shoulder.

"Hey kid, if you don't want to get hurt, you can just join them nicely," another said, motioning toward the captives.

A third demon laughed mockingly. "Don't play the hero, boy. Come here before I smash that face of yours."

From atop the tower, the horned demon frowned. "What's going on down there? Why so noisy?"

"It's nothing, chief. just a lost lamb wandering in," one of the front guards replied.

The leader grunted and turned away, uninterested, waving them to deal with it.

The three demons in the front began to move toward Dieora, weapons in hand.

The two at the back remained still, watching.

Lucia was already in position, gripping her dagger tightly.

Dieora took a step back, muttering, "So this isn't a party, huh?"

His eyes flicked to Dermentian,ready.

Lucia raised her hand, poised to strike, but before she could, something seized her wrist from behind.

She gasped and instinctively slashed backward, yet her strike was easily parried.

The figure behind her drove a heavy punch into her abdomen, knocking her to her knees.

"Lucia!" Dieora shouted, charging forward, ramming into the three front-line demons without hesitation.

At that exact moment, Dermentian flicked a stone toward the tower's summit and snapped his fingers.

"Uliona Lukio!"

In an instant, Dermentian vanished — reappearing where Dieora had stood.

Meanwhile, Dieora's body flashed upward, suddenly appearing at the top of the tower, his attack still in motion.

In his confusion, his fist connected squarely with the distracted demon.

The impact sent the horned creature crashing down, its cloak torn away to reveal its monstrous visage.

Dermentian raised his hand.

"Veirian."

A radiant bow materialized in his grip. He drew back the shimmering arrow and loosed it.

The glowing projectile flew straight toward the figure that had struck Lucia.

but the being caught it effortlessly, its palm clutching the arrow of light.

Dermentian stomped forward, propelling himself at high speed, fist coiling tight.

Expressionless, he swung.

The punch connected with a thunderous roar, a gust bursting outward from the impact.

From above, Dieora froze, astonished, he had just witnessed something beyond human.

But the enemy had blocked it. Smoke rippled from the ground as the creature pushed Dermentian's fist aside.

Under the moonlight, its form was finally clear —

pale face, crimson eyes gleaming, long hair cascading behind, and a gaze sharp enough to pierce steel.

"Did you really think I didn't notice your presence?" the demon growled, its voice deep and cold.

Dermentian snapped his fingers — in an instant, Lucia vanished from the demon's grasp, replaced by one of the front-line guards.

"Lucia!" Dieora leapt down from the tower, rushing to her side as she coughed, clutching her stomach.

The demon snarled, swinging the struggling body of its underling toward Dermentian like a weapon.

With a powerful kick, it sent both bodies flying, slamming Dermentian backward.

"Lucia, Dieora," Dermentian adjusted his glasses calmly.

"Save the hostages. I'll handle the rest."

Before either could respond, he lunged forward again —

grabbing one of the front demons by the throat, lifting it, and hurling it straight at the horned one.

The collision shattered the ground. Dust filled the air.

Dermentian dashed through it, fist glowing faintly.

Another strike, faster, harder.

The demon caught the blow, but its eyes widened as a luminous bow formed beside Dermentian once more.

"Veirian."

The arrow fired point-blank, forcing the creature to retreat, releasing its hold.

Dermentian didn't let up, he followed with a leaping punch, smashing the demon square in the face.

The creature stumbled back, landing hard, then lifted its crimson gaze again — expression flat, yet burning with rage.

Around them, several spectral bows materialized midair.

Dozens of light-arrows rained down, striking the lesser demons that had been guarding the captives.

"Dieora, Lucia — the rest is yours," Dermentian said firmly.

Then he darted forward once again.

"Are you alright?" Dieora asked, helping Lucia to her feet.

She gave a small thumbs-up, forcing a grin.

Together, they rushed to the captives, cutting one rope after another.

As the last knot fell, the young girl ran straight into her parents' arms.

"Father! Mother!" she cried. Tears broke freely as her parents embraced her tightly.

They bowed their heads deeply. "Thank you… thank you."

"Everyone, move! We have to get somewhere safe!" Lucia shouted, raising her voice so all could hear.

"We can't," the village chief said weakly, struggling to stand.

"Pentaur Lyee…" it whispered to us. It said, no matter what happens, we must not leave this place."

"The Chosen One will come to save us."

Two villagers helped him stand, trembling yet hopeful.

"We believe… that person will appear soon."

Above them, the old tome known as Pentaur Lyee began to glow.

Its light spread downward — surrounding Dieora.

The pendant around his neck floated, radiating with the same brilliance.

Everyone watched in stunned silence.

Even the village chief's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The light… it's here…"

The people fell to their knees as the truth dawned on them.

The one foretold by Pentaur Lyee — had arrived.

"This… this can't be…"

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