As soon as he spoke those words, multiple red portals with dark hues appeared behind him, numbering up to a hundred.

All shapes and sizes of demon soldiers stepped out of the portals, at least twenty from each portal.

The elder’s eyes widened at the sheer number of reinforcements that Morbius had brought to the site where the World Tree was located.

Alaric didn’t look surprised, instead, be looked angry. He didn’t plan to meet this much resistance during a mission like this.

’Thank God I was able to pass the mantle to Rhoarin before I left.’ He mused as he watched the number of demons behind Morbius multiply with each passing second.

At this point, the demon general had a whole army behind him, but the elders still stood their guard.

"Now you’re the one that’s outnumbered." Morbius chuckled insidiously, a wide grin playing on his lips. "How do you humans say it... I believe it’s... you have just brought a knife to a gunfight."

Sylvanor and Banqui gritted their teeth, Rhaenys and Armand looked tense.

Seraphina, who had remained quiet the entire time, finally spoke up. "You think you have it all figured out, don’t you demon? Just like every single time for the last 200 years, you will lose again. That is your destiny, that is your fate—Dread it, run from it. Destiny arrives all the same." She said, immediately beginning to emit a very bright golden light which caused her cloak to burn off her body and she flew into the air with tremendous speed.

Morbius frowned at the words uttered by Seraphina and raised his sickle up into the air, it glowed with a ferocious crimson hue, then he pointed it towards the elders who stood with their guard up.

In that moment, every single demon soldier ran towards the elders, waving their weapons in the air.

Morbius watched on as metal clashed against metal, energy spread all acros the area as the battle ensued.

The demon’s numbers were great, but they were ultimately low level beasts, similar to the flood dragons that were handled near the Ironfell castle.

Each of the elders tore through the beasts as easily as tearing through pieces of meat.

Rhaenys stretched her hands forth and used her magic to dismember any of them that ran in her direction.

Banqui just smashed, he smashed and smashed until his face was completely covered in demon blood, but he went on.

Sylvanor might have been small, but he was one of the swiftest warriors on the battle field. Due to his size, he was able to evade attacks like no other. He dodged and swung, over and over, bringing down multiple demons in seconds.

Seraphina the Phoenix casually just burnt her way through the army as she flew through like a jet.

Armand had no need for weapons, his teleportation powers worked in his favor, helping him sneak up against his opponents, coupled with the ability to change his form into any dark creature he wished. He was near unstoppable on the battle field.

Esty moved like she was invisible, all the demons could see were after-images of her as she chopped their heads off one after the other.

But, the more they eliminated, the more they multiplied, the demons were starting to become endless.

Morbius smile mischievously and took a few steps towards the World Tree, using his hands to manually remove his own soldiers from his path.

"Where do you think you’re going?" A voice called out to him, causing him to halt his movement. He swung his head completely to the left, only to find Alaric, white-eyed, staring at him with a large sword in his grasp.

"We meet again. I hope you brought your best Alaric. It would be an utter shame to murder you in mere minutes." Morbius revealed a chain that glistened under the sunlight, directly connected to the handle of his sickle of Pyrus.

Alaric chuckled. "Ho! Ho! It’s been a long time since I felt this level of adrenaline running through my veins..." he said, looking at his arms. "I’m going to enjoy this thoroughly." A smile crept up on his face, in that moment, he felt euphoric. It was as though nothing could stop him.

The both men looked at each other, blades humming faintly in their grasp. Then, in a second they both vanished from their standing spots, leaving a puff of dust in their absence.

CLAAANNNGGG!

A loud metal clang rang through the entire battlefield, the impact sending waves through the tall grass and causing the World Tree to pulse violently.

Both men held their weapons against each other, Alaric grinned,managing to force Morbius backwards slowly.

Morbius bared his teeth and growled, then spat on the floor. He raised a free hand and sent a punch flying towards Alaric’s abdomen.

The white-haired man swiftly shifted his body to the side and spun around quickly, driving his blade towards the back of Morbius, but again, his attack was seen through by the demon.

There was another loud metal clang, and another and another.

Soon, the battlefield was ringing with the sounds of their duel as the other elders fought valiantly against the demon soldiers.

The clash between Alaric and Morbius intensified with every exchange. Sparks erupted each time their weapons met, painting brief flickers of light across the battlefield.

Morbius suddenly swung his chained sickle in a wide arc, the weapon hissed through the air like a crimson serpent. Alaric ducked beneath it and surged forward, driving his shoulder into the demon general’s chest. The impact sent Morbius tumbling across the ground, carving a deep trench behind him.

Before he could recover, Alaric appeared above him and brought his sword down with overwhelming force.

BOOM!

The earth shattered.

A massive hole formed beneath Morbius, dust and debris exploding into the atmosphere. As the smoke cleared, a sinister laugh echoed from within the shroud.

Morbius emerged unharmed, crimson energy swirling around his body as his grin widened. "Now we’re finally getting started."

Alaric grinned in return. "Wouldn’t expect anything less."

Something had to be done soon about the number of demon soldiers that kept emerging through the portals. Before the elders ran out of energy.