Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 126 - Fight Back

Lucas took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. The air in the cavern was thick with tension, the elves shifting nervously. He could see their exhaustion, their fear—but also a glimmer of hope. They had been freed, but their suffering was far from over.

His gaze landed on the blonde elf—the one who had saved him from the lava slime. Her emerald eyes, though dulled by hardship, still carried a fierce spirit. She straightened, taking a steady breath before finally speaking.

"My name is Sylmira," she said, her voice steady despite her exhaustion. "Thank you for saving us."

Lucas nodded. "Lucas. But I didn’t do it alone."

He glanced at the slime, which was still pulsating slightly, its gelatinous form shifting and trembling. Then, before anyone could react, a glowing circle of intricate runes appeared beneath them.

"What now?!" Lucas shouted, instinctively stepping back.

The elves gasped, their instincts screaming danger. But before they could move, the slime’s body quivered and then expanded—its translucent form shifting, warping.

In an instant, it was no longer a simple blue slime.

Before them stood a woman.

A woman made entirely of a smooth, glossy substance—her body shimmering like liquid sapphire. Her form was humanoid, but her features were eerily perfect, as if sculpted from water itself. Long, flowing "hair" cascaded down her back, shifting in ripples. Her eyes, deep pools of glowing blue, locked onto the elves.

The room fell into dead silence.

One of the elves, a petite girl with auburn hair, took an unconscious step back, her breath hitching in terror. "A-A monster...!"

Before anyone could react, the slime woman suddenly lunged.

Straight at the frightened elf.

The elf let out a panicked shriek, stumbling backward, but the slime was faster. In an instant, it reached her, its liquid-like fingers wrapping around her neck.

A strangled gasp escaped the elf’s lips as the grip tightened.

Lucas’s heart slammed against his ribs. "HEY! STOP!"

The slime woman tilted her head, her expression unreadable. Her grip didn’t loosen.

"Are they enemies?" she asked, her voice unnervingly smooth—like liquid pouring over glass.

Sylmira’s eyes widened, hands flying to her dagger, but she hesitated. The elf being choked clawed at the slime’s grip, her face turning red.

Lucas stepped forward, his pulse pounding. "NO! They’re allies!"

The slime woman blinked, as if processing his words. Slowly, her grip loosened. The elf stumbled back, gasping for air, her hands flying to her throat.

"Allies..." the slime echoed, her glowing eyes flicking between them.

Lucas let out a breath of relief but clenched his fists. "Don’t just attack people like that!"

The slime stared at him for a moment, then asked, "Do they need help?"

Lucas hesitated, but then he saw it—the glowing circles beneath the elves’ feet. The intricate runes pulsed with a faint, sinister light. It finally clicked.

"They’re being suppressed," he realized. "That’s why they couldn’t fight back."

Sylmira swallowed hard. "A binding spell. It prevents us from using our strength. As long as these circles remain, we’re powerless."

Lucas turned to the slime woman, his mind racing. "Can you do something about it?"

The slime woman tilted her head, considering. Then, without warning, she raised her hand. A strange glow enveloped her fingers, shifting between blue and violet.

She reached out.

A surge of power rippled through the cavern.

The glowing circles beneath the elves flickered—then shattered, as if an invisible force had torn them apart. The runes crumbled into nothingness.

A stunned silence followed.

Sylmira gasped, her body shuddering as the invisible chains around her were lifted. The other elves murmured in shock, stretching their limbs, testing their regained strength.

"It’s gone..." Sylmira whispered in awe. "The binding spell is gone."

The auburn-haired elf, still rubbing her sore throat, cautiously glanced at the slime woman. "What... are you?"

The slime woman blinked, as if confused by the question. Then, in a voice as calm as still water, she replied:

"I am his."

Lucas stiffened.

The elves exchanged wary glances.

Lucas, on the other hand, groaned, rubbing his temple. "That’s... not what she meant."

Sylmira sighed but didn’t press the issue. Instead, she rolled her shoulders, as if rediscovering her own strength. Her emerald eyes locked onto Lucas.

"You have saved us twice now. We owe you a great debt."

Lucas scratched the back of his head. "Uh, you don’t owe me anything. I just—"

Sylmira shook her head. "No. This is not something we can ignore. The Forest Kin repay kindness in kind."

Lucas wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but before he could say anything, another voice interrupted.

"We need to move."

The voice came from a tall, silver-haired elf who had remained silent until now. His sharp features were marked with exhaustion, but his piercing gaze held authority.

Sylmira nodded. "You’re right. The slavers will come looking for us soon."

Lucas clenched his jaw. "Where can you go? You said your home was destroyed."

Sylmira exhaled, her gaze hardening. "If we cannot return to the forest... then we will reclaim what was taken from us."

Lucas blinked. "You’re talking about fighting back?"

The elves looked at each other. A silent agreement passed between them.

Sylmira turned back to Lucas. "We have no choice."

Lucas let out a slow breath. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but one thing was certain.

This was far from over.

And he had a feeling... he was about to get dragged even deeper into this war.

The tense silence of the cavern was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps and the distant clamor of metal clashing against stone.

Lucas turned toward the cave entrance, his pulse spiking. A wave of slavers was rushing in—far more than before. Their torches flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. He counted at least twenty, maybe more. This wasn’t just a search party.

They had come to kill.

At the front of the group, a man in dark robes strode forward with an air of confidence. Unlike the rugged, battle-worn slavers, this one carried himself with refined arrogance. A spellcaster.

Lucas’s gut twisted.

The mage’s sharp eyes quickly scanned the freed elves, his brows furrowing when he noticed them standing tall, no longer restrained by the binding magic.

His lips curled in disdain. "Impossible." His voice was laced with irritation. "The suppression spell should still be active. How are you able to stand, let alone fight?"

Sylmira stepped forward, rolling her shoulders as if testing her newfound freedom. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Looks like your tricks aren’t as powerful as you thought."

The mage’s expression darkened. "No matter," he muttered, raising his hands. A faint, crackling energy began forming at his fingertips. "You will all be bound again. This time, permanently."

Lucas clenched his fists, instincts screaming at him to act.

But before he could even move—

A soft hum resonated through the air.

Golden light flickered across the elves’ bodies, like embers dancing in the wind.

Then—

A radiant flash.

In an instant, brilliant weapons materialized in their hands. Ethereal blades, spears, and bows shimmered into existence, glowing with a celestial glow. The elves’ once weary, broken expressions twisted into something entirely different.

Rage.

Raw, unfiltered fury.

The air grew thick with murderous intent.

The slavers hesitated.

They could feel it.

Something had changed.

The elves no longer looked like captives.

They looked like executioners.

Sylmira was the first to move.

With a single step forward, she raised her bow, an arrow of pure light forming at the string. She loosed it without hesitation.

The glowing projectile tore through the first slaver’s chest like a spear through paper.

The man barely had time to scream before his body crumpled.

Then, chaos erupted.

The elves surged forward, their luminous weapons slicing through flesh and armor alike. Spears impaled slavers with terrifying precision, swords cleaved through limbs with merciless efficiency.

This was no desperate struggle.

This was a slaughter.

One elf, a tall warrior with a glowing spear, vaulted over a slaver’s head, flipping midair before driving his weapon straight into the man’s spine. Another elf, wielding twin daggers of light, weaved through the battlefield like a ghost, her blades carving through throats and arteries with terrifying grace.

A slaver raised his sword to defend himself, but his opponent—a lean elf with a curved blade—was faster. The elf’s sword flickered, slicing through the man’s wrist in a single, clean motion. The severed hand hit the ground before the slaver could even register what had happened.

He barely had time to scream before the elf’s second strike ended him.

Lucas watched, stunned.

The elves he had seen weak and broken just moments ago had transformed into relentless warriors.

This was their true nature.

The slavers—who had once held them in chains—were now the ones crying out in terror.

"W-We need to fall back!" one of them shouted.

"Hold the line, you cowards!" another barked.

But it was futile.

The elves cut through them like a storm through dry grass.

Lucas barely even had to step in. He had expected a battle, but this wasn’t even a fight.

It was an execution.

Bodies piled up within seconds. The cavern floor turned slick with blood. The slavers screamed, begged, and ran—only to be cut down without mercy.

And then—

Only one remained.

The mage.

The man stood frozen, his confident facade shattered. His trembling hands barely managed to conjure a weak barrier of flickering energy.

His once-arrogant eyes darted around, taking in the sea of corpses surrounding him.

His face turned pale.

"No... no, this can’t be happening," he whispered.

Sylmira, still gripping her glowing bow, slowly approached, her emerald eyes gleaming with cold fury.

The mage took a shaky step back. "W-Wait—listen to me! I was only following orders! I—I can be useful! I know things—!"

Lucas almost pitied him.

Almost.

But then he remembered the cages.

The chains.

The suffering these elves had endured.

No one in this room would spare him.

And as Sylmira raised her bow, a new arrow of light materializing at her fingertips—

Lucas knew.

This man’s fate was already sealed.