Chapter 93: The Call of the Fomorian

A few minutes before Kaylen fled to lure Niolz into their duel, the battlefield was teeming with combat.

Sylena's battalion was locked in a fierce struggle against a garrison of werewolves and demons—a relentless battle where every second mattered.

At the heart of the battlefield, Sylena invoked an ancient Elven technique.

"My will is strong, just as my path is set."

A radiant white energy surged around her, embedding itself into her arrows.

They transformed into luminous, razor-sharp heart-shaped projectiles.

As she loosed them, dozens of demons and werewolves fell pierced by the devastating shafts.

A werewolf attempting to flee screamed in terror: "Ahhh!" before a single arrow struck him down.

A demon witnessing the scene,roar in horror "I must escape!" 

He dodged one of Sylena's arrows, only to watch in shock as it turned midair and struck him in the back.

"What?!" he gasped before collapsing.

Other werewolves formed a defensive line, attempting to regain their composure.

One among them tried to rally his kin.

"Do not fear! We just need to be fast—kill that elf!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a gleaming blade slashed through his torso. The wielder, Geolt, stared impassively at the dying werewolf.

"Don't be so sure of yourself, beast," he growled.

Beside him, Geilor raised his massive hammer and declared in a firm voice:

"We are the friends and protectors of Princess Sylena. Do not think you can lay your filthy savage hands on her!"

The two goblins fought in perfect synchrony, their attacks precise and lethal, cutting down their enemies one by one.

Sylena glanced at them with a faint smile before shifting her gaze elsewhere.

She spotted a group of werewolves gathering near a building.

Without hesitation she mounted her steed, Nildim and galloped toward them.

One of the werewolves, noticing her approach, howled:

"Cursed elf! Kelyurn, hurry and use the instrument!"

A brown-furred werewolf, Kelyurn hastily pulled out a long pan flute engraved with strange symbols.

Trembling, he brought it to his lips and blew with force.

POOOOOOONNNNNNN

A deep sound echoed across the battlefield. But nothing have happened Kelyurn looked around, bewildered muttering:

"Why… why isn't it working? Did the dark mage lie to me?"

Sylena continued closing the distance, loosing arrows that swiftly felled the remaining werewolves.

Kelyurn still stunned, had no time to react before an arrow struck his stomach, carving a gaping wound.

He crumpled to the ground, gasping in agony.

Sylena dismounted and picked up the strange flute, holding it in her hands.

Geilor panting rushed to her side, followed closely by Geolt.

"Princess please, do not rush into battle alone again!" Geilor pleaded.

Geolt sterner added, "Yes, Princess. If you keep acting this way, we won't be able to protect your back. Imagine what Lady Thaloria would say if something happen to you…"

Sylena scratched her left cheek, looking sheepish. "Ah… You're right. I'm sorry."

A dwarf clad in iron armor, Baguione approached carrying a heavy axe.

He fixed his gaze on the flute in Sylena's hands.

"Princess, what is that instrument you're holding?"

She realized she was still clutching it and replied, "Ah right. I chased those werewolves because they wanted to use it, but… nothing happened when they played it."

Geolt turned to Geilor. "Geilor? Do you recognize this weapon?"

Geilor shook his head. "No, I've never seen a flute like this before."

Sylena furrowed her brow, recalling Kelyurn's words.

"Hmm… that's true he mentioned it came from the dark mage."

Suddenly, a piercing whistle ripped through the air.

Something hurtled down from the sky at incredible speed, aimed directly at their position.

Baguione shoved Sylena out of the way, shouting, "Princess, look out!"

BOOOOM

A tremendous impact shook the ground, sending dust and debris flying.

Sylena lifted her gaze, her brows furrowed.

"Geolt, Geilor, are you okay?"

Geolt's voice trembled slightly.

 "Yes… Thanks to Baguione, we were warned in time."

As the dust cleared, a towering figure emerged—a massive creature with violet skin, radiating a menacing aura.

A Fomorian stood before them, its glowing green eyes filled with malice.

The colossal weapon in its grasp had crushed Baguione, whose lifeless body lay beneath the rubble.

Sylena's heart clenched as she stepped forward, but Geolt grabbed her arm.

"No, Princess. He's already gone."

Sylena clenched her teeth, forcing back her tears.

She nodded. "You're right… I almost lost myself for a moment."

Geilor, eyes locked onto the towering beast, questioned, "But why would a Fomorian attack Azulferia?"

Sylena looked down at the now-shattered flute on the ground .

 "I understand now. This instrument's purpose was to summon it."

The Elven warriors quickly formed a protective shield around Sylena.

One of them, a soldier named Iort, declared:

"We will slay this beast to avenge our fallen comrade!"

The Fomorian lifted its massive club, its glowing eyes burning with fury.

With a deafening roar, it charged at them ready to unleash its wrath.