The Guardian gods-Chapter 260

Soul- like phantoms appear on the spear Erik was holding, the all hissed angrily at Silas while catering to Erik shielding him from Silas influence.

Erik got his bearings back as he began changing, his elf features becoming more apparent, his golden hair now shimmering in Energy, Erik’s domain began unfolding around him as it began to suppress Silas effect on the soldiers on the battlefield.

A view of Erik domain shows enchanted forest filled with ethereal trees and glowing flora. The air is thick with magic, and the environment is both awe-inspiring and otherworldly, yet at the same time, scattered throughout the forest are the ruins of an ancient elven civilization, with broken pillars, crumbling statues, and remnants of once-great structures, adding a sense of history and loss.

Ghostly apparitions of fallen elves, semi-transparent and glowing, move through the domain, providing both a haunting and protective presence.

The effect of Silas presence wore away with the appearance of Erik’s domain, Silas meanwhile was taking a look at Erik, as under his feet a pool of deep dark water began flowing out.

Silas also has his own domain as it manifests as an expanse of darkness, devoid of any natural light. The ground is uneven and treacherous, composed of a mix of shadowy rock and pulsating, fleshy masses.

Shadows within the domain are alive, whispering malevolently and moving with an eerie autonomy. They form indistinct shapes that seem to stare back at whoever stares at them. Scattered throughout the domain are patches of necrotic decay, where the ground seems to ooze and fester, exuding a foul stench.

With the appearance of both domains, the sky was no longer present as it was covered by the shadows of the two domains.

Erik launched the first attack, his spear glowing with the souls of his fallen brethren. He channels their power into an elemental blast, sending a wave of searing light and fire towards Silas.

Silas commanded the shadows around him to form a protective barrier. The bio-darkness absorbs much of the impact, but the force still pushes him back, causing the necrotic patches on the ground to sizzle and decay further.

Silas retaliates by summoning tendrils of darkness to ensnare Erik. The tendrils lash out, aiming to bind and crush him. Erik nimbly dodges the tendrils, his movements enhanced by the arcane energy of his domain. He uses the trees and ruins to his advantage, leaping and teleporting through the enchanted forest.

Drawing power from the arcane nexus, Erik summoned a chain lightning that went for the shadow tendrils that attacked him. After the lightning was done it gathered back together as it shot forward to Silas.

Silas merges with the shadows, becoming nearly invisible and evading the vines. He reappears behind Erik, his claws ready to strike. Erik spins around just in time, parrying Silas’s clawed strike with his spear. The clash of their weapons sends shockwaves through the domain, disrupting the shadows and arcane energy.

The serpent beast wrapped around Silas striked, its maw open wide to devour Erik. Soul phantom appeared as they pulled back Erik as he barely escaped its deadly bite before teleporting a short distance away.

Erik’s desperate teleportation made his step on the ground of Silas domain and in response to that, Shadows like arms grew from the ground holding Erik in place.

Erik struggled against the shadowy arms, feeling their icy grip tighten around his legs, their whispers gnawing at his mind. He focused his energy, channeling the light within him. The phantoms surrounding him hissed in unison, their ghostly forms brightening with ethereal energy. With a powerful surge, Erik unleashed a burst of radiant light that shattered the shadowy arms, freeing him.

Blood trickled from Erik’s leg where the shadows had clawed at his flesh, but he barely registered the pain. His eyes were locked onto Silas, who was grinning maliciously, the darkness around him pulsating with malevolent intent.

Erik’s spear, now glowing with the combined souls of his fallen brethren, pulsed with a blinding light. He hurled it towards Silas with all his might. The spear soared through the air, leaving a trail of shimmering energy. Silas raised his hand, commanding the shadows to form a wall of darkness in hope to stop the spear, but the spear pierced through, shattering the barrier.

The impact was brutal. The spear struck Silas in the chest, the souls within it screaming in vengeance. Silas roared in pain, dark ichor spilling from the wound. The shadows around him recoiled, writhing in agony as the light seared through them.

Erik pressed his advantage, calling forth the spirits of the fallen elves. Ghostly figures emerged from the ruins, their spectral forms moving towards Silas. They reached out with translucent hands, their touch burning away the shadows that protected him. Silas thrashed, his form flickering between solid and shadow as he struggled against the assault.

Erik charged at Silas whose eyes glowed with a deep dark light, and he let out a guttural snarl. From the necrotic patches of his domain, grotesque creatures began to emerge. Twisted abominations of flesh and shadow, they crawled towards Erik with horrifying speed. Erik called back the spear Impaling Silas as he met them head-on, his spear slicing through their corrupted forms. Each strike was accompanied by a burst of light, disintegrating the creatures upon contact.

Suddenly, Silas unleashed a wave of dark energy that spread across the battlefield. Erik had to hastily brace himself, but the force was overwhelming. The blast knocked him off his feet, sending him crashing into the ruins. Blood dripped from a gash on his forehead as he struggled to rise.

Silas advanced, his wounds healing rapidly as the darkness around him regenerated his form. "You cannot defeat me, elf," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I am the void. I am death incarnate."

Erik wiped the blood from his eyes, a determined look on his face. "And I am the light that will banish you," he replied, his voice resolute. He raised his hand, summoning the full power of his domain. The enchanted forest responded, the trees and flora glowing with a brilliant light. The ghostly apparitions of the fallen elves gathered around him, their combined energy forming a radiant shield.

Silas snarled, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to strike again. The serpent beast at his side lunged towards Erik, its fangs bared. It shot forward with blinding speed as it grew in size before impacting the shield.

The shield held strong as Erik smiled but soon frowned as he saw the serpentine creature open i’s mouth filled with rows of teeth where a gray breath attack similar to that of the dragons came out.

The gray breathmade the shield have a reaction as their breath began eating away at the shield. Erik behind the shield thrusted his sword forward. The tip of the spear glowed with an intense light, piercing the serpent’s maw and shattering its form into a million shards of darkness.

The shards can be seen floating mid air as they come together to rearrange itself. Erik’s eyes widened as the shards of the serpent began to reassemble themselves, each piece snapping back into place with eerie precision. The creature reformed, its dark essence pulsating with renewed malevolence. Silas laughed, the sound echoing through the battlefield like a death knell.

"You see, elf? You cannot destroy what is eternal," Silas taunted, his eyes gleaming with malevolent glee. He raised his hand, and the serpent surged forward once more, its jaws snapping with relentless ferocity.

Erik sidestepped the attack, his spear moving in a blur as he struck at the serpent again and again, each blow infused with radiant energy. Despite his efforts, the serpent’s form continued to regenerate, each strike only momentarily dispersing its shadowy mass.

Desperation flickered in Erik’s eyes, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the fight. "I need to find the source of its power," he thought, scanning the battlefield for any clue that might reveal a weakness. His gaze locked onto Silas, who now stood at the heart of his necrotic domain, his form wreathed in darkness.

With a sudden burst of speed, Erik charged towards Silas, his spear aimed at the necromancer’s heart. Silas raised his hand, and a wall of dark energy erupted from the ground, blocking Erik’s path. Undeterred, Erik leapt over the barrier, his spear cutting through the air with blinding precision.

Silas met his attack with a sword of his own, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. The force of their blows sent shockwaves through the air, each strike shaking the ground beneath them. Erik’s spear glowed brighter with each swing, its light pushing back the encroaching darkness.

Silas was relentless, his movements fueled by the dark energy of his domain. He parried Erik’s strikes with ease, his own attacks growing more vicious with each passing second.

"You cannot win, elf," Silas sneered, his voice a venomous whisper. "Your light will fade, and darkness will consume all."