I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

Chapter 289 - 289: Battle of Titans: Pt.2

Unlike the previous battles, Logan felt the sting of his limitations. He yearned to complete his next evolution, knowing it would allow him to fully engage in a fight of this magnitude. Still, he refused to remain idle. Drawing upon every element at his disposal, he condensed them into a concentrated ball of energy, determined to aid Scorch in defeating the towering demon who seemed to lead the rest.

Lisa and Rubina, too, remained active. Rubina mounted Zephyr, combining her magic with the wind bird's skills to strengthen them both. Together, they rushed to assist Krexa, who struggled against the sheer number of demons—over two hundred—still fighting their way through the city, intent on reaching the civilians.

Meanwhile, Stormwing and Wyver were locked in their own fierce battles, contending with the relentless stream of demons pouring out from the ships. The twenty demon vessels continued their bombardment of the harbor, undoing much of Krexa's earlier repairs.

Serana darted tirelessly between ships, her blood magic ensuring a constant supply of mana, allowing her to maintain her brutal assault. However, her body's stamina lagged behind, unable to fully keep up with the infinite energy she was drawing. Thankfully, Wyver the ice drake and Stormwing the thunderbird alternated between assisting her, ensuring she wasn't overwhelmed.

Lisa stood ready, preparing to cast Sacred Sanctuary. She bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to deploy it and buy the humans more time. Meanwhile, Marie and Silvia worked in tandem, teleporting groups of civilians back to Highrule. Half of the populace had already been evacuated, leaving only the soldiers and mages behind to protect one another while they waited for their turn.

At the forefront of the battle, Zyphor, now a towering five-meter giant, stood motionless, his focus locked on Scorch as the dinosaur charged toward him. Just as the three-meter beast was about to deliver a headbutt, it veered away at the last second, unleashing three massive fireballs instead.

Zyphor, expecting to palm-strike the dinosaur's face, hesitated, his confusion briefly halting his response. He didn't notice the boy who had stealthily closed the distance. Logan, using his new chameleon camouflage skill, had crept within striking range. The most challenging part had been masking his mana signature, but that issue was conveniently solved as Scorch unleashed a jet of flames, obscuring Logan's approach.

Shielded by a fire-resistant spell, Logan advanced through the searing heat, hiding in the inferno until he was close enough to release his condensed mana orb. It was a culmination of every element Logan could muster, a potent weapon that surged with destructive energy.

With precise timing, Logan activated his wings and shot into the air, retreating as fast as possible. A massive explosion erupted, striking Zyphor directly in the face with devastating force.

Seizing the opportunity, Scorch lashed out with its searing whip-like tail, aiming to slice through the demon general's leg, determined to gain the upper hand in this monumental clash.

Zyphor roared in agony as blood streamed from his chin and the wound on his foot, which felt as though it were being sliced by a burning saw. He growled, shrinking his massive frame slightly as he channeled the stored mana keeping his size to heal his injuries.

This transformation was not without its cost. Much like Dravor, who had gained dragon-like traits through years of relentless experimentation, Zyphor had willingly accepted the infusion of Ogre blood to attain his power.

For centuries, demons had sought ways to counter the spirits' overwhelming strength. They experimented and adapted,