My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse

In the heart of an ancient, mystical forest, the air was thick with tension, and a palpable sense of foreboding hung like a shroud over the ancient trees.

The towering oaks and gnarled roots seemed to whisper secrets of the past, as if warning those who dared to tread upon their sacred ground.

Eira, an innocent and pure-hearted leader with hair as white as freshly fallen snow, stood at the forefront of her group.

"Goddess, what happened? Have we been discovered?" Madam Amelia asked in panic.

"Yes…" Eira responded with a grave voice.

Huh!

All the people around her sucked in a cold breath, fear and panic written all over their faces.

They tried to escape from the invisible danger, but alas… Their fate can't be changed.

Is this where they are going to meet their end? The strange thought appeared in their hearts, and everyone turned to look at their goddess.

Looking at the deep fear on their usually innocent, smiling goddess, they knew their fate was set in stone.

Meanwhile, Eira didn't care what was going on in the minds of the people around her.

Her eyes, the color of glacial ice, burned with unwavering determination as they scanned the ominous forest clearing before her.

"We finally found you," a deep hoarse voice said from the shadow of the forest.

From the shadows of the forest emerged the malevolent beings, shrouded in an eerie, swirling dark smoke that seemed to suck the very light from the surroundings.

Their twisted forms were a grotesque fusion of man and demon, their eyes glinting with malevolence.

Upon their foreheads, horns spiraled like grotesque crowns, a testament to the darkness that had consumed them.

Their weapons, dark scythes gleaming with an otherworldly maleficence, reflected the evil that had twisted their souls.

"Why aren't you escaping?" The voice taunted.

With each step, the ground quaked beneath them, and the leaves of the ancient trees quivered in fear.

A malevolent wind seemed to blow from nowhere, rustling the leaves and sending shivers down the spines of Eira and her group.

Just as the group was still trying to process the arrival of the Evil Beings, they saw someone they knew — Marco.

Seeing Marco among the Evil Beings, they widened their eyes.

"Y-You…" Madam Amelia stuttered, unable to complete her sentence.

As for Eira, she looked at Marco for a second before she averted her gaze, as if she had long expected Marco to betray them.

"Hahaha. You shouldn't be surprised. You humans are just like that. Spineless cowards and betrayers," the tallest of the Evil Beings said with disdain.

He threw Marco casually to the ground before he fixed its big gray eyes on Eira.

"Are you going to surrender or not?"

"Surrender? In your dreams?!" Eira responded with firm determination.

She knew what was waiting for her if she let these Evil Beings capture her. She would rather die than be captured.

"I thought as much," the Evil Being shrugged and shouted, with his muscles bulging, "Charge!"

At once, the previously calm Evil Beings charged toward Eira and her group. While a dark, eerie smoke came out of their bodies, siphoning the life force around them.

"Charge!" Eira shouted.

Although Eira didn't like fighting and was peaceful in nature, she wasn't stupid to believe everything would be solved amicably.

Thus, she had various ways to protect herself. Behind her, Madam Amelia and her group of brave female soldiers looked at the incoming Evil Beings with fury and anger.

Out of the group, only a few were ordinary humans, and these ordinary humans stood behind the group, cowering in fear.

Bang!

The battle began with a thunderous clash of steel against steel, the ground trembling and a cloud of dust rising to the sky.

Facing the deadly scythe of the leader of the Evil Beings, Eira didn't show any trace of fear.

She raised her wand and began to chant.

Eira's voice, a mesmerizing cadence that echoed through the forest, carried the weight of ancient wisdom and the power of the earth itself.

Her magical Earth chants were a harmonious blend of words and nature's secrets, spoken in a language that few had heard and even fewer understood.

As she chanted, the very essence of the forest responded:

"Gaia, guardian of the woodlands deep, Awaken now from your ancient sleep. With roots that bind and leaves that heal, In your name, we break this dark ordeal."

With each line of the chant, the earth trembled beneath her feet, and the vines sprang to life with renewed vigor.

"Beneath the canopy of leaves so green, Let your power, Gaia, now be seen. From soil and stone, and roots that delve, Rise, my guardians, and protect the realm!"

The vines surged forward, their emerald tendrils reaching out to ensnare the menacing dark scythes.

"By the rivers' flow and mountains' might, In your embrace, we find our light. With roots that bind and leaves that heal, In your name, we break this dark ordeal."

The enchanted forest seemed to respond to Eira's plea, leaves rustling in agreement and ancient trees swaying as if in affirmation.

"With nature's strength, we stand as one, Until the battle's end, until it's done. By earth and air, by fire and sea, This enchanted forest, forever free!"

As Eira concluded her chant, the vines reached out, not just to protect but to heal, mending the wounds of her group and restoring their vitality.

The forest, awakened by the power of her words, stood as a mighty ally, determined to defend its guardians against the encroaching darkness.

Watching the sudden change in the battle, the proud Evil Beings were flabbergasted.

They thought they had everything under control, but they realized how wrong they were.

Ah! Ah!

The deadly vines slithered through the battlefield, attacking all the Evil Beings.

Even though the Evil Beings had corrosive energy on their bodies, they were quickly overpowered by the resilient vines.

"No! No! This can't be?" the Evil Being leader cried with fear written all over his face as he was tightly wrapped in vines.

"Yea!"

Madam Amelia and the rest of the soldiers shouted with relief, watching all other faces.

If the battle had continued without the help of their goddess, they were bound to lose.

But now, everything has changed with the help of their goddess.

Meanwhile, Marco was not happy at all seeing the Evil Beings being slaughtered easily.

Just as he was about to lose his mind, the image of Mark appeared in his mind.

'Yes, he had not appeared. When he appeared, everything would go according to plan.'

Unknown to him, his mind had been twisted, and he was now supporting the enemy.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a shadow materialized a couple of meters from the battle, forming a bat-like existence.