My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse

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"Ah!"

The forest echoed with various screams as the evil men struggled to break free from the vines' grasp.

Yet, the vines proved unexpectedly resilient.

Slowly, the evildoers fell one by one. Madam Amelia and her group watched in relief, gasping as their smiles widened.

However, they had underestimated the threat. Eira's calm demeanor suddenly shifted to solemn concern as her gaze fixated on a specific direction.

"Oh no!" She exclaimed in a panic.

Swiftly, she attempted to cast another spell, but a dark energy shot toward her at breakneck speed.

The dark energy left a lifeless void in its wake, distinct from the corrosive power of the Evil Being.

Its potency and insidiousness left a chilling emptiness, draining the essence from everything it touched.

Eira's voice filled the vast forest with frantic incantations, her words a desperate plea for protection.

Her once steady and controlled incantations flowed like a torrent, as if she were trying to harness nature's very essence to shield herself from impending doom.

Meanwhile, relief on Madam Amelia and her companions' faces turned to grim dread. Their hearts skipped a beat, and their hair stood on end.

Observing the panic and fear on their goddess's face, they realized the incoming threat surpassed their comprehension.

As for Eira, she waved her wand, her voice resounding in a frantic rhythm with her incantation.

"By the roots of ancient oaks, I shield my soul from harm. By the whispers of the wind, I deflect all threats. By the strength of the earth, I stand unyielding…"

Ah!

Before she could complete her final verse, the deadly corrosive dark energy struck, tearing through the vines she had summoned.

Her chants were drowned out by a deafening explosion of power, propelling Eira backward, contorting her body in pain.

The once-vibrant vines withered and disintegrated.

The forest, once alive with battle sounds, fell into eerie, nerve-cracking silence after the devastating attack.

An oppressive stillness hung in the air, only broken by the soft rustling of leaves disturbed by the remnants of dark energy.

In this unsettling quietude, every living thing held its breath, as if the forest itself had been stunned by the malevolence it had witnessed.

Trees stood sentinel, their gnarled branches reaching skyward like ancient guardians. The underbrush seemed to cower, its vibrant colors muted by fear.

From the distant heart of the forest, a single creak pierced the silence.

It was an incongruous sound in the midst of desolation, commanding the forest to listen.

The creak echoed, growing louder and more insistent.

Emerging from the shadowy depths, a figure materialized with eerie grace, purposefully approaching the battleground.

His presence juxtaposed beauty and malevolence.

Tall and imposing, dark, bat-like wings unfurled from his back with sinister grace, casting an ominous shadow over the ground.

Each wing stretched endlessly, reminiscent of a fallen angel, yet an aura of sinister energy sent shivers down onlookers' spines.

Two sharp, protruding horns adorned his head, giving him the appearance of a devil emerging from the underworld.

They gleamed ominously in the dim light, a stark contrast to his velvety dark skin.

His eyes, pools of darkness, glowed with otherworldly intensity, seemingly piercing the souls of those who met his gaze.

Unknown to Madam Amelia and her companions, everyone had subconsciously retreated upon seeing the malevolent, graceful, and deadly being.

Meanwhile, the remaining Evil Beings rejoiced as they scrambled to their feet, looking at the newcomer with deep reverence.

"My lord…" The Evil Being leader said with excitement, only to be interrupted by a raised hand.

"You failed to capture the chosen one, wasting the master's precious time," the malevolent being said with a cold, emotionless voice.

Hearing this, the Evil Beings cowered, falling to their knees and pleading for their lives.

Witnessing the abrupt shift in atmosphere, everyone was flabbergasted, watching the profound fear etched on the evil beings' faces.

It was a fear that emanated from the depths of their souls.

Confusion reigned as thoughts raced, and all eyes remained fixed on the malevolent being enveloped in dreadful, eerie dark smoke.

What was happening?

Who was the master?

Why did the Evil Beings fear him so intensely?

In a distant corner of the battleground, Marco concealed himself, observing the scene with confusion and anticipation.

He couldn't wait for the winged man to capture Eira and the others and allow him to escape.

Already, he was plotting to assemble a new team, hide quietly, and indulge in a life of debauchery.

"Come," a voice shattered his fantasies, and he raised his head to meet deep, dark eyes.

'Hmm!'

For a moment, Marco was stunned, unable to believe the insidious being had summoned him.

'Oh God!' He screamed inwardly.

With no alternative, he reluctantly obeyed the command.

The forest stood silent, ancient trees bearing witness to the unfolding drama.

Trembling and desperate, Marco approached the malevolent being, whose dark, piercing eyes seemed to devour his very soul.

His heart pounded, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

"Please, please let me go," Marco pleaded

silently, his mind racing with fear.

But his pleas fell on deaf ears as the malevolent being raised a shadowy hand.

In that moment, a dark scythe materialized from the eerie smoke, its presence sending shivers down Marco's spine.

The malevolent being's voice was chilling as he uttered a single command.

"Kill them."

The world seemed to hold its breath as the dark scythe hung ominously in the air.

Eira, Madam Amelia, and the others teetered on the precipice of fate, and Marco's heart pounded louder than ever.

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Meanwhile, far from the forest, a being levitating in sky looked at the direction of the forest and the corner of his lip raised a bit.

"Human, let see how you're going to safe them all." He mused as he turned his gaze and looked into the distance and commanded.

"Send the Tier two"