Chapter 94: The Fomorian’s Demise

The Fomorian, a massive and terrifying creature, brandished its club in fury.

Its eyes burning with rage, reflected an insatiable thirst for destruction.

Each of its steps thundered across the battlefield, crushing Elven and Dwarven structures in its path.

The dwarves, steadfast in their bravery, surrounded the beast, attempting to pierce it with their weapons.

Though their strikes left bluish marks on its thick skin, they were not powerful enough to inflict fatal wounds.

Consumed by wrath, the Fomorian swung its club down crushing several dwarves and goblins in one devastating blow.

Their bodies were hurled through,the air like ragdolls colliding against nearby walls.

Sylena witnessing the carnage, fired a volley of arrows, but the creature skillfully deflected them with its club.

Seeing the dire situation,Sylena turned to Geolt and Geilor.

"My goblin friends, can you buy me a few minutes?"

Geolt smirked despite the tension.

 "Always, Princess."

Geilor added with fierce determination.

"For you, I would even accept death."

The two goblins launched themselves into battle with remarkable courage.

Though the Fomorian far outmatched them in raw strength, their agility and coordination forced the creature's attacks to miss their mark.

They darted around it, delivering small but consistent wounds.

Enraged, the Fomorian slammed the ground with earth-shattering force, causing the terrain to quake.

Geilor lost his balance.

Geolt, seeing his comrade in danger, rushed to his aid.

"No, don't!" Geolt shouted.

But it was a fatal mistake.

The Fomorian swung its club with terrifying speed, striking Geolt and sending him crashing into a dwarven house.

Before Geilor could react, the creature's massive left hand seized his head, its grip crushingly tight.

Geilor let out an agonizing scream. "Aaaaahhhhhh!"

He was on the verge of losing consciousness when suddenly, the Fomorian's severed hand fell to the ground.

The beast recoiled in shock, turning to see where the attack had come from.

A lone female figure stood a few meters away. Her hair, a mix of white and dark gray, drifted in the wind.

She smiled with icy confidence.

The Fomorian, seeing her as a provocation, let out a piercing roar and charged toward her at full speed, ignoring the pain of its severed hand.

Sylena remaining calm, nocked an arrow and murmured:

"Let's end this."

She loosed an arrow with surgical precision, piercing the Fomorian's right leg.

The beast collapsed onto one knee, its eyes blazing with fury.

Though crippled it refused to yield, dragging itself forward with terrifying determination.

Sylena took a step back, raising her bow once more.

Her voice was solemn as she whispered:

"Silvershot."

A silver arrow materialized on her bowstring, radiating a dazzling light.

She released it, and the arrow struck the Fomorian's chest.

In an explosion of brilliance, the beast was reduced to a formless heap of flesh and ashes.

Geilor, injured but conscious, approached Sylena.

"Are you alright?" Sylena asked, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Geilor, panting, replied, "Yes… but Geolt is in worse shape."

Sylena turned toward Geolt's unconscious form.

Placing a hand on his chest to check his condition, she spoke reassuringly:

"He's just unconscious."

Before she could do anything else, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Sylena!"

She turned to see her sister, Thaloria accompanied by the Council of Elders.

The two sisters, overwhelmed with relief, ran to each other and embraced.

"Sister, I'm so glad to see you, but we must act quickly!" Sylena urged.

"What's happening?" Thaloria asked, concern in her eyes.

Sylena answered, "Kaylen went to fight the Prince of Katakiel, Niolz, alone."

Suddenly, a colossal explosion erupted in the distance.

BOOOOOOM!

The ground trembled beneath their feet, and a thick column of violet smoke rose into the sky.

Thaloria immediately grasped the gravity of the situation.

"I see… Zotun!" she called, turning to an elderly elf draped in rune-embroidered robes.

"Tend to the wounded and ensure the village's safety."

Zotun nodded.

 "Understood, Your Majesty."

The sisters exchanged a determined glance, then set off toward the explosion.