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

Dravor, within his fortress, felt a surge of satisfaction as the Republic had heeded his warning. He was ready to fight again, deploying even more powerful troops to keep his adversaries entertained.

His role was clear—to divide the forces. The empire was slowly being reduced to half its size by the demons, while the other demon generals focused on making the gates functional by taking lives in ways that humans wouldn't easily detect.

The tamer hero had disrupted their plans enough for the kingdoms to start patrolling areas they had previously ignored. Yet, they were still far from being able to monitor each of their villages effectively.

The rising challenge now was the guardians, who were beginning to uncover the demons' true intentions. It was clear they would soon join forces with the humans to attack the demons, prompting the need to accelerate the war.

Dravor took charge of the battle against the Red Iron Republic, while Zephor returned to the Pearl Isles. Azrag and Xerath continued their assault on the empire, Maldrak prepared to target the Kingdom of Elris, and Zaryx set his sights on invading the Kingdom of Highrule once more.

Highrule, in particular, was becoming a thorn in the demons' side. Their advancements in technology posed a growing threat, especially their "metal box" innovation that allowed humans to travel between regions in mere hours instead of days.

Valkar, Thalrak, and Morax remained behind to oversee the demon-conquered lands.

Dravor, standing within his fortress, smiled at the sight of the gathered heroes prepared to challenge him. He knew he would survive the confrontation but was uncertain how many he could take down before escaping.

Already, he had filled three of his seven crystals. He regretted that more soldiers hadn't arrived before the heroes gathered, as their lives would have hastened the completion of his remaining crystals.

The taming hero was, of course, to blame for equipping the Republic with the tools for teleportation. The demons had obtained critical intelligence through spies, confirming that he had cultivated more than enough crystals for use in the battle.

"Well then… let's see how my five thousand strong will fare against the heroes," Dravor muttered. He extended his wings, preparing to descend into the fray.

With a signal to his closest aide, the horns were sounded, summoning the demons to readiness. Revelry filled the air as they made merry while awaiting the clash to come.

Dravor knew most of them wouldn't survive—perhaps even all were destined to die here. Yet, it mattered little to him. Whether heroes or soldiers fell, their deaths would contribute to replenishing the crystals, driving his ambitions forward.

The class, this time, was ready. They had learned the limits of their skills and knew not to push beyond their reach.

As the gates of the fortress opened, demons poured out like swarming ants. Brian wasted no time. The moment the first wave of demons emerged, he unleashed shockwaves of fire when enough of them gathered, wiping out at least fifty in one blow.

The problem, however, was that his attack only enraged the demons further. They immediately activated their mutation stones, entering a berserk state.

"Brian, why did you do that, fool?" Victor yelled, his frustration palpable. He was tempted to punch the boy, knowing Brian's reckless move had just doubled the fight's difficulty from the onset.

Victor, however, restrained himself. Wasting mana at this point would be disastrous, especially without knowing how many demons they would still have to face.

George was the one to follow up on Brian's impulsive attack, sending out earth spear after earth spear. The damage had already been done, so it was now a matter of controlling the chaos.

The demons, now berserk, showed no hesitation. They lost all reason, surging forward in a frenzied rush to fight.

As the demons drew closer, the ranged heroes unleashed their skills to test how much damage they could inflict.

Mai sent out wind blades, which her two helpers amplified with fire and ice. Each blade cut through one demon after another, occasionally slicing them in half. Though it was her weakest skill, Mai knew it would suffice for the first thousand or so demons. She eagerly awaited the moment when enough demons would emerge for her to unleash her tornado abilities.

The demons who resisted going berserk used shields to mitigate the incoming damage. Working together, they defended their comrades while retaliating with their own skills.

The long-range battle had officially begun. Despite less than 500 demons falling in the initial attack, the majority regained their composure and regrouped, ready to launch the real fight.

The battlefield was alive with noise—spells crashing against barriers, cries of death piercing the air, and battle chants from both sides resonating across the field. Alma worked tirelessly to enhance her fellow heroes, while the demons used low guttural growls, attempting to instill fear in their opponents.

Neither side relented. Owen focused on breaking through the barriers with his guided arrows, each one striking the same spot repeatedly, striving to weaken the defenses.

Lisa stood back, hoping no one would be gravely injured. This time, the heroes held the frost line. If they managed to break through, the soldiers would follow behind and push forward.

Beside her, Rubina rode atop Scorch, who had grown restless from being unable to join the fray. Orus was also present, though Lisa had instructed Kryst to stay with the creature, knowing full well the devastation Logan would feel if anything happened to her.

As the demons finished organizing themselves into orderly lines, the casting momentarily ceased. Both sides paused, seemingly waiting to observe what they were truly up against before the inevitable clash began.

Dravor stepped out of the fortress, his towering presence a declaration of readiness for the impending battle. This time, he was determined to shield as many of his troops as possible—and to claim at least one hero's life before making his calculated retreat.

With a surge of dark energy, Dravor transformed his body. His form grew immense, shifting into that of a dragon. Scales rippled across his skin, shimmering ominously, while his wings stretched wide, blotting out the light. His snout elongated, revealing rows of razor-sharp fangs that gleamed with lethal precision.

As he took a deep breath, flames of brilliant blue erupted from his maw. The torrent of fire crashed against shields, disintegrating them within moments. The destructive force left the battlefield shaking, though no one had yet been hurt.

Before the flames could do any real damage, Scorch retaliated with a breath of his own. The mighty dinosaur then roared, unleashing a sound so powerful that it reverberated across the battlefield. Even those on his own side trembled before the sheer intensity of his presence.