The face covered elf girl warrior rushed forward, her intent clear: she meant to kill Ankur here and now. Every strike she prepared carried a single purpose—to end him swiftly so her Elven captain could continue his march toward the Forest Elves territory' capital with the cursed golden coin.
Ankur, with a grim look, prepared to use his elf magic. As they get near , the clash erupted like a storm. Fists collided in the rhythm of a brutal boxing match, bursts of raw magic.
As the elf girl moved with superior agility, her steps as light as the wind. A sly smile curved her lips as she suddenly leapt backward, spinning in mid-air. In a flash, she landed behind Ankur, her leg snapping forward in a powerful kick try to aimed at his spine.
He turned just in time, his voice calm yet edged with disdain. "Attacking from behind? Shame on you. A true warrior never strikes from the back."
His hand shot out, catching her leg with unnerving ease. His expression never shifted—cold, unreadable—as he tightened his grip. With a hard tug, he tossed her to the ground.
As the elf girl hit the ground, her eyes widened. She felt herself lifted, twisting and turning in the air as Ankur held her by the leg, spinning her around. She struggled, desperate to break free, but she thought his grip was unyielding but that true. "Let me go, you low-level elf bastard!" she shouted.
From a distance, the captain elven also shouted: "Hey, try to get free quickly from this low-level black-shadow tribe elf and kill this bastard! I know you can do it because it's your job and service, so show your strength plus intelligent to break through this situation."
Ankur's lips curved in the faintest smirk , He thought to himself, "What is that old, crazy elf talking about? Is he dreaming in broad daylight? okay Let me focus in battle"
Here by giving serious look and doing exhale air , he said with loudly voice"Let me show you… real fight."
With ankur signal suddenly magic a flicker of light, illusions rippled through the battlefield. Suddenly, two more Ankurs appeared behind her, their forms dark and menacing looking a like , moving in to strike. The elf girl's confidence faltered, her balance slipping as fear cracked her focus.
As ankur seized the moment, slamming his strike into her with devastating force between middle in air. The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and she cried out, her body twisting under the blow.
The elf girl, injured from the attack, knew she had to do something. Her hand darted into her cloak, and in one swift, desperate motion, she pulled out a hidden gun.
The shot cracked like thunder.
The bullet tore into real ankur's shoulder, spinning him back a step. His face remained a mask of stone, but blood seeped through his armor and body, the metallic scent of iron filling the air. His illusions vanished with the sudden attack. Here with shocked voice he said what is this.
"Well done!" the Elven captain said with a smile.
The elf girl landed heavily, panting, her hood falling back to reveal eyes burning with fury. Injured and unsteady from being spun through the air, she struggled to stand properly."I know warriors fight with honor, but I don't need honor to kill you. And I thank my luck that my bullet hit the real elve."
Here , Ankur glanced at the wound on his shoulder, blood seeping from the fabric of his armor, his expression unshaken, almost disdainful. His voice carried a sharp edge of contempt.
"I thought I would spare your life… but you dared to strike me with an unfamiliar weapon. As he looked at elf girl weapon wait by thinking than he replied: Interesting , I've never seen its like before. You other member warrior tried to use it, and the Crocotta separated his head from his body in the blink of an eye. No problem , he just give angry with smile." Elf girl companion looked at ankur by showing her protective and defence position.
Here captain elven stepped forward and shout than ankur turn to look, captain with a cold smile tugging at his lips. "That weapon is not from this forest. It comes from the outside of the forest. Don't trouble yourself with trying to understand it—its bite will drain the life from you within seconds. You won't even feel the pain."
Here, Ankur's eyes narrowed, his tone low and mocking. "So… an outside weapon. You think that makes you strong?" He smiled, a pained expression on his face. "You Forest Elves will never understand how we live, how we survive. I can still see it before my eyes—the pain, the blood, the innocent faces crying, the children screaming in fear. I can feel the very scene of your massacre." Tears welled in his eyes.
The Elven Captain laughed, his voice ringing with pride. "They deserved that!"
Here ankur eye stop his motion became red in colour with a sudden motion, Ankur gripped the straps of his chest armor and tore it away, casting the blood-stained metal to the ground. His bare torso gleamed with sweat and crimson, his muscular elven body tensed with fury.
"Armor or no armor… I will have my revenge—for my village, for my tribe."
Without another word, he lunged forward, his speed terrifying. His target was not the elf girl but Captain Elven himself.
The elf girl's eyes widened as she saw Ankur take off his armor and throw it to the ground. She quickly got into a fighting stance and spun around, shouting in desperation, "Wait! You're fighting me!"
"Who told you I was fighting you?" a voice from the side replied. The words were drowned out by a sudden shimmer of light as two more Ankurs appeared—illusions born of his fury. Both charged her with weapons drawn, their faces twisted in anger.
Shocked and panicked, she swung her fists with magical energy, striking again and again, but her attacks passed through empty air. The illusions only multiplied her confusion, their hollow eyes reflecting her panic.
Meanwhile, Captain Elven's heartbeat quickened as he saw the real Ankur closing the distance.His gaze flicked instinctively to the golden curse coin secured at his belt. A thought stabbed at his mind: if he fought head-on and the coin was damaged or destroyed, it would be his ruin. He had to reach the capital, no matter what.
As captain elven's thoughts churned as Ankur closed the distance, with noarmor his perfect warrior's body gleaming with power. The black-shadow elf struck with furious precision—punches:- jab-coss-hook-slip-uppercut-right hook elbow-parietal knee- flying knee, spinning kicks, and blows that cracked the air itself.
But Captain Elven slipped aside with the grace of a seasoned fighter, as every attack dodge by him. His lips curling into a smirk. "Is this all? You cannot defeat an experienced warrior."
Ankur's eyes blazed. "Oh… just you wait."
The captain's smirk deepened. "Wait... no ..no.. first youwitness a true warrior."
The captain slammed his palms against the earth. A jagged, massive spear of stone erupted from the ground, lancing upward with crushing force. Ankur dodged, but the strike shattered the earth, sending tremors rippling through the forest. The air roared with destruction and falling debris.
Snarling, Ankur took a small step back, his body glowing with sparks of electricity. The air shifted—charged, alive. With a roar, he lunged forward, his fist wrapped in lightning. The electric punch smashed into the stone spear, ripping it apart in a shower of rock and light.
For the first time, Captain Elven's eyes narrowed. "Not bad," he said loudly, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"Impressive… but that was only a taste. Here is the full storm."
The ground convulsed violently as the captain unleashed his full strength. Hundreds—no, thousands—of stone spears erupted around them, tearing from the soil like the fangs of the earth. Massive boulders rose into the air, suspended by his will, and crashed down toward Ankur in a wave of destruction. The forest quaked as if the world itself were ending.
The captain laughed, his chest heaving with savage delight. "Yes… this feels good! At last, I am free of this burden!"
But as the dust storm swirled, the captain's laughter faltered. Through the haze of shattered rock, a silhouette advanced—calm, relentless. Sparks crackled across the figure's skin, and two red eyes gleamed through the dust.
"Somebody's there," the captain said in confusion. "That's..."
Ankur.
The captain's throat tightened. His mouth went dry, and panic coiled in his gut.
"No... impossible... He have to die there only..."
His mind raced. "If I lose this coin, they will kill me. If I pour more magic into this fight and the coin is damaged, they also will kill me. So I have to choose in between my life... or the coin... But think little bit both must survive. I need help. I cannot face him alone."
Desperate, Captain Elven turned toward his last surviving companion. The elf girl, her hood drawn low, still battled fiercely against two of Ankur's illusions. Her gunfire passed uselessly through them, but their strikes landed solidly, leaving her bruised and bleeding. She stumbled under the relentless assault, her body wracked with tension.
Then, as Elven turned back, he found the real Ankur standing a breath away. The black-shadow warrior looked at the captain with a serious gaze.
"Where are you looking, Captain?" Ankur's voice was low and lethal.
"Oh , N-no…" the captain stammered.
The world erupted. As Captain Elven's
A blast of magical energy surged outward as Ankur's fists and kicks rained down, each strike carrying the weight of both martial skill and unleashed magic. The captain was hurled back like a broken doll. His vision turned upside down,crashing through 5 to 6 trees before his body slammed against the roots of an banyan tree, leaving a crater in the earth around him.
He coughed up blood, his vision swimming, but before he could rise, Ankur was already upon him. Cold fingers seized his face.
"You'll pay for everything."
With a roar, Ankur smashed the captain's head against a massive boulder. The forest shook with the impact.
Captain Elven's head cracked against the boulder as Ankur slammed him down. Blood trickled down his temple, his vision swimming. Through the haze of pain, his eyes darted toward the elf girl, desperate for his last companion.
His voice came out ragged, almost broken. "Help me…! Help me now!"
A voice drifted down from above, calm but distant. The elf girl stood balanced on the high branches of a tree, her cloak fluttering in the wind.
"Sorry, Captain… but I can't." Her tone carried no warmth, only weary detachment. "I've been fighting illusions, and my gun is useless against them, but their attacks are all too real. My condition isn't much better than yours."
She paused, a faint smirk ghosting her lips as she fixed her hair. "So… handle this yourself. And if you die here, don't worry—your body, your belongings, your precious coin… I'll take care of everything."
With those words, she melted into the forest, vanishing among the leaves and branches without a sound. Ankur, seeing she was gone, signaled his illusions to disappear as well.
As he listened to his elf girl companion's words, Captain Elven froze, Ankur's crushing hand still forcing his skull against the stone. Her words echoed inside his mind, more painful than the blows raining down upon him. His breath caught, and then, from deep within, a wild, broken scream tore free.
"No! You can't leave me behind!"
Ankur's fist came down again, shattering the rock beneath the captain's head. The Elven captain's voice cracked into madness. "You work for me! You have to! You are mine! My servant—my servant!"
As Ankur's hand crushed his skull against the stone, Captain Elven's vision blurred. Pain and betrayal wrapped around him like chains, but then, suddenly, a memory surged. A flash of the past tore through his mind.
He saw himself, younger and proud, seated in a polished chamber within the grand palace of the Elven capital. The air was filled with the scent of cedarwood and burning incense, luxury surrounding with different types of item's. He sat in quiet dignity until the door creaked open.
An elderly elf entered—long white hair cascading over his shoulders, his beard flowing like silver threads. His presence commanded silence.
Elven immediately rose to his feet, bowing in respect. "Welcome, Minister Fingol."
The old elf's eyes were sharp and unreadable. He inclined his head. "It is good to see you, Captain Elven. How are you? And how is your warrior unit?"
Elven forced a calm smile. "I am well, Minister, and they are working hard to support our territory. But tell me, why have I been summoned so suddenly?"
The minister's face hardened. His voice dropped to a grave tone. "News has reached us. The golden cursed coin has been stolen."
The words struck the young elven like a blade. Before he could speak, Minister Fingol continued. "This is no ordinary theft. There are whispers—rumors,—that our most sacred treasure, the White Lotus itself, may be the next target."
Elven stiffened, his hand tightening into a fist. "Are you saying… someone dares to lay hands on the White Lotus?"
Fingol's gaze darkened. "Yes. Rumors are spreading among our people, and even among the other races within our borders, that the Black Shadow Elf tribe thinks we are weak—that we cannot protect what is ours."
At this, Elven's temper flared. His emerald eyes blazed with fury. "Those wretches! How dare they doubt us—the true elves!"
The minister's lips curled faintly, as though he had expected such a reaction. "Exactly. They are a lowly tribe, unworthy even of comparison to us. That is why His Majesty, Our King, has chosen to act. He wishes to silence them forever… and he has chosen you, Captain Elven, to lead this war."
Elven's chest swelled with pride. "You mean… I will lead the assault against the Black Shadow elf tribe?"
Minister Fingol gave a solemn nod. "Yes. The King entrusts this mission to you alone. You will command two thousand soldiers… and a host of Da-tan creatures, fierce beasts bred also for battle, to ensure victory."
Elven shook his head firmly. "No. I do not need the Da-tan creatures. My soldiers and I are enough. Tell the King I am honored by his trust. I swear upon my name, I will crush the Black Shadow Elf tribe. I will burn their homes, break their pride, and slaughter every last one of them. After this, they will never again dream of stealing our White Lotus."
For the first time, Fingol's stern face softened into a faint, approving smile. "Do not fail us, Elven. The eyes of the King—and of the entire nation—will be upon you."
Here, In present Captain Elven's body Suddenly radiated a violent surge of power, his aura bursting outward like a storm. The sheer force blasted Ankur backward, sending him skidding across the dirt. He dug his heels in, struggling to steady himself as the gale of magic roared around them.
The air thickened. Wind howled. Leaves tore from branches and whirled through the air like dying birds.
Elven's voice rose above the chaos, fierce and unrestrained. "Enough! I need no allies—no servants! I will kill you myself. And as for that cursed coin… I don't care what damage it gets!"
With a furious gesture, the ground obeyed him. Jagged spears of stone tore free from the earth, trees bent and twisted unnaturally, their trunks splintering into weapons, while shards of hardened soil floated and spun like blades in the air.
Ankur narrowed his eyes, his body tensed and ready to fight. As he looked at think little bit, said in mind "I've already broken his hand, crushed him, and given him different types of injuries, yet he still rises to fight me," Ankur thought, his grip tightening.