God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

There was no better way to explain what was going on here besides calling it for what it was;

Madness.

It was madness.

Eziel clearly felt it the most. His eyes were red, and his chest heaved up and down.

Vlad gritted his teeth, "Why won't he just fall, damn it?!"

They hands had gripped onto their blades for what felt like an eternity, so much so,they had lost all sensation in them.

Worse, their opponent was still standing.

It was unprecedented. It didn't make any sense.

"Eziel, this is clearly no ordinary human. He might be the champion of a Celestial or something..." The other Elf said, a fearful expression on his face.

Eziel snorted then spat,

"Bullshit!"

Then his eyes narrowed,

"His mana cannot be infinite. When he runs out, it will be his demise."

The High Elf burned with deep malice. How could a human be this strong?

Why?

How?

This was not how it was supposed to be.

They were supposed to beat him to a bloody pulp and watch as they took all his women before his eyes before slaughtering them and finally putting him out of his misery.

That clearly wasn't happening.

Although he had been unable to do much in terms of retaliation, he was also holding his ground against all three of them.

In other words, they had reached a stalemate.

Obviously, both sides still had their trump cards, but they were hesitant to use them yet, albeit for differing reasons.

Eziel didn't want to show his hand yet as the future was still uncertain. There was still much of the trials to unravel. Using all his trump cards here would be bad. Plus, a human was not worthy enough for him to pull out a trump card on. It was an insult to his noble bloodline.

Cain on the other hand was simply scared of what might happen if he unleashed a powerful spell or skill here. There was no doubt it would be devastating, meaning it would put the lives of Susan and the others in danger.

He couldn't do it.

At least not yet.

He could only nod his time carefully and wait.

He had suffered a lot of injuries since the battle had began, and just like Eziel has inferred, his mana and stamina pools were not bottomless.

They were truly at an impasse.

'Something has to break this stalemate, or I will eventually be the one on the losing end.'

Unfortunately, Cain didn't think he had any abilities that could turn the situation around.

The High Elves were strong, and it became even more obvious that the only reason he was not facing evenore trouble, was their pride.

They refused to use any more dangerous techniques or abilities than they were currently using.

They didn't have to, as they were not under the same constraints as he was, which meant they chose to.

In other words, this was still a game to them.

And he was going to make them pay dearly for it.

'The question is... how?'

The tip of a sharp dagger was aimed at his eye,.but he deftly moved his head to the side.

However, he was not able to dodge the second one approaching from the other side.

So instead, he didn't make an attempt.

A thin metal disk manifested between his eye and the tip of the dagger, blocking it for a millisecond.

Cain made prime use of that time to parry the dagger away and stab its wielder in the chest.

It spat out a mouthful of blood before turning into motes of ash that were carried into the wind.

'I have to find the real bodies. I'll be worn out to death if I don't.'

The blades in his hands moved skillfully as he parried, slashed and stabbed.

His movements were flexible, but powerful, and his heavy armor did nothing to stop them.

Even as he danced the line between life and death, he never stopped thinking.

Then suddenly, he noticed something.

He frowned.

'The shadows in this place are all wrong.'

It took a split second for him to register, but the moment he did, his mind was assaulted by a terrifying wave of bloodlust and killing intent.

He kicked off the ground almost on instinct.

Eziel watched Cain leap into the sky with a frown.

It was a stupid move that left him completely unguarded. Before he could take advantage of the opening, he felt a rush of danger approaching.

But it was too late.

Inky blackness spread beneath their feet, enveloping the entire ground.

Tendrils of darkness shot out, but they were cut down by the clones.

Even more tendrils poured out of the dark hole in the ground.

"A nuisance. Nothing more..." Vlad said as he cut down another tendril.

Then he went silent.

Eziel turned to him, a dark feeling in his chest.

His eyes widened in horror.

Vlad also had his eyes opened wide.

Blood poured down his mouth as he looked down to see a dagger embedded in his chest, right where his heart was meant to be.

He coughed up some blood then turned to look back.

Standing behind him was a divine specimen. A creature that looked to have been carved from divine marble.

Her alabaster skill and white hair. Her Ruby red lips and eyes.

She wore a tight leather armor that accentuated her curves and impeccable body shape.

And yet, her eyes were lightless. Like the origins of evil itself.

They contained absolutely no warmth, and were devoid of any form of good, only cruelty.

It was a thing of dreams and nightmares.

Vlad let out a roar as he tried to retaliate, but chains of darkness sprouted out of the swelling shadows beneath him and bound him tightly.

Then, the dagger came alive. The runes along its body turned bright crimson as the began drinking up his blood.

In mere seconds, the vital, young according to elven standards Vlad has been reduced to a husk.
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As he took his dying breaths, he reached out to Eziel with a shaking hand,

"Save me..."

Those were the words he mouthed, but he was unable to say them as there was no strength in his lungs.

Then his body collapsed, joining the thousands of bodies that lay on these godforsaken, blood-filled plains.

Watching all this unfold, Eziel was overcome with rage.

A silent rage that consumed him down to his soul.

Watch it all this happen overhead, Cain couldn't help but curse.

He was supposed to feel relieved, but the only thing he felt was fear.

And that was because he recognized the person that had just put a dagger through the High Elf's heart.

He has always known Evangeline was not very expressive.

In fact, describing her as odd wouldn't be going to far.

But this...

This was something different. There was something eerie— no, terrifying about her.

He didn't want to think this way, but he couldn't deny it.

The way she cut down the elf just now, the cruelty behind her eyes.

He was certain.

And he had a feeling why this was happening.

He had little time to ponder.

The air seemed to ignite a moment later as a deluge of mana flooded the world. He was thrown back by the explosion, landing unimpresively on his hind before rolling to a halt.

The explosion had come from Eziel, who seemed to have finally snapped.

The other elves seemed equally enraged too.

In response, Evangeline's lips twitched a little.

Then she raised her hands...

And beckoned them to come.