The Villain Professor's Second Chance

Lyan stood before Tiamat, his body trembling with pain, but his eyes still burned with an unyielding resolve. I could see the agony etched across his face—his aura flickering, his movements more labored. Yet, even with all that pain, he managed to lift his sword one more time. His voice, though ragged, resounded through the battlefield with a force that belied his exhaustion.

"Limit Break!"

A surge of energy erupted from him, a shockwave rippling across the barren field. His aura flared, dark and chaotic, pushing back the overwhelming presence of Tiamat for a brief moment. His incubus form had shifted once again—horns longer, his eyes glowing with that intense purple light, as if he had tapped into a reserve of power that should not be touched. But the strain on his body was evident; every movement, every breath seemed to come at a cost.

Despite the pain, Lyan launched himself forward, his form blurring as he closed the distance between himself and the colossal beast. He moved with purpose, each strike aimed with surgical precision at Tiamat's eyes and joints, his blade an extension of his determination. His shouts echoed across the field, a mix of pain and rage, as he slashed at her, keeping her attention focused on him, giving me the crucial time I needed.

Tiamat's massive tentacles swung towards him, her acidic poison sizzling upon contact with the earth. Lyan narrowly avoided each swipe, his movements calculated but desperate. At times, I could see him falter, his limbs moving sluggishly, the strain of his power visibly taking its toll. His illusions appeared sporadically—each time creating a momentary diversion, each time buying him just a second more of life.

Watching him fight, enduring all that pain, my lips pressed into a thin line. I couldn't afford to hesitate—not when he was risking everything to keep her attention on him. My mind turned, cold and focused, analyzing every possible way to end this battle.

I began to weave the spell of order, drawing on the energy from the four moons above. They hovered like malevolent sentinels in the sky—red, green, indigo, and black—each one radiating a different power. I reached out with my senses, my eyes narrowing as I examined the energies they held. Red for fire—searing and wild. Green for poison—corrosive, insidious. Indigo for illusion—elusive and ever-changing. Black for dark magic—deep, destructive, a reflection of the abyss.

I drew in the power of each moon, carefully channeling their energy into my psychokinesis spell. It was an intricate process—one wrong move, one miscalculation, and the power could backfire, tearing me apart instead of aiding me. The immense power coursed through my body, my left arm bearing the brunt of it. The arm inscribed with the psychokinesis magic circle began to tremble, the bones cracking under the strain, the skin splitting as the energy seared through it. The pain was excruciating, a sensation that felt like my very soul was being torn apart. But I wasn't the type to make mistakes. Not now, not ever. This pain was necessary.

The elements swirled around me—fire crackling, poison seeping, illusion dancing, darkness surging. I layered each of these powers into the spell, constructing a framework that would impose order upon the chaos that was Tiamat. The energy thrummed through me, the power almost overwhelming, but I held firm, my mind sharp and focused. I could feel the runes forming beneath my skin, their heat searing into me as I completed the incantation.

A massive sigil took shape above the battlefield, each layer glowing with the different colors of the moons. The light was brilliant, almost blinding, a stark contrast against the darkness of Tiamat's form. I took a deep breath, my eyes locking onto her colossal figure.

"This ends now," I whispered, releasing the spell.
Discover more content at empire

The sigil descended upon her, its light piercing through the dark aura that surrounded her. The ground trembled violently, the air crackling with energy as Tiamat let out a roar—a sound filled with fury and defiance. Her massive wings folded in, her movements slowed as the sigil pressed down on her, attempting to bind her chaotic energy, to suppress her immense power. It was working—for a moment, it seemed like we might actually succeed.

Lyan stood a short distance away, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with hope as he watched Tiamat struggle. The sigil glowed brighter, the symbols etched into it pulsing with power.

"We might actually…" he breathed, his voice barely audible.

But then—something changed.

The sigil began to flicker, the light dimming. I felt it—a shift in the energy around us, a surge of power that was not my own. My eyes snapped upward, and I saw it—Tiamat was gathering the power of the four moons, her eyes glowing with an intensity that made my heart sink.

The sigil shattered, the light dispersing into nothingness as Tiamat let out another roar—this one filled with triumph. Her wings flared out, and I could feel the power radiating from her—a power far beyond what she had shown before. She had drawn upon the very energy I had used against her, and now she was wielding it herself.

"No…" Lyan whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. "We were fighting… a weaker version of her?"

Tiamat's laughter echoed through the battlefield, a sound that seemed to resonate with the very earth, shaking the ground beneath our feet. Her massive form loomed over us, her eyes filled with malice as she gathered the energy from the four moons, forming a massive orb of chaos magic above her head. The orb pulsed with power, distorting reality itself, the sheer force of it sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

"A commendable effort," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "To think you could impose order upon my chaos. But it's futile. You have earned my respect… as much as mortals can, anyway. But now… die."

The orb above her grew larger, the power within it almost overwhelming. I could feel the sheer destructive energy it held—if she released it, there would be no way to survive. The very air seemed to vibrate with the force of it, the ground beneath me cracking, the sky darkening.

Lyan, despite the pain he was in, took a step forward. He raised his hand, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at Tiamat.

"No," he muttered, his voice filled with determination. He brought his hands together, his fingers weaving intricate signs as he summoned the last of his magic. "You want to see chaos? I'll show you chaos."

The air around him shimmered, and suddenly, a massive illusion took shape above the battlefield—an image of Tiamat's greatest rival, the Celestial Dragon. The dragon's form was radiant, its scales shimmering with an ethereal light, its eyes filled with a divine power that seemed to cut through the darkness. Tiamat's eyes widened, her attention momentarily shifting from the orb to the illusion before her.

"Now," I whispered, seizing the opportunity.

I poured every ounce of mana I had into my pens, the energy swirling around me, the ground beneath me cracking under the pressure. My undead forces responded, their forms glowing with an eerie light as I channeled their energy into a single point. The pens moved of their own accord, tracing symbols in the air, constructing a spell that would channel all of their strength into one focused beam.

The air around me grew cold, the energy almost overwhelming as the spell neared completion. I could feel the power building, the destructive force that I was about to unleash. My eyes locked onto the massive orb of chaos above Tiamat's head, and I took a deep breath.

"For order," I whispered, releasing the spell.

A massive beam of energy erupted from the ground, a mix of elemental magic and dark energy, all converging into one focused blast. The beam shot toward the orb, the power of my undead army behind it, the air crackling with energy as it moved.

Tiamat's eyes widened, her roar echoing through the battlefield as she redirected her attention to the incoming blast. The orb above her head pulsed, and she unleashed it, the chaotic energy colliding directly with my spell. The impact was cataclysmic—a massive explosion that shook the ground, the shockwave sending me tumbling backward, the force of it nearly knocking me unconscious.

Dust and debris filled the air, the world around me a blur of darkness and light. I could barely see, barely hear—everything was muffled, the world spinning. I struggled to my feet, my vision blurry, my body aching. The shockwave had thrown me several feet, my limbs heavy, my mana reserves nearly depleted.

Through the haze, I could see Lyan—his form barely standing, his eyes locked on the battlefield. The explosion had thrown him as well, his body battered, his aura flickering. He looked toward me, his lips moving, but I couldn't hear his words.

I tried to speak, my voice barely a whisper, my throat dry. "Did we… manage to stop it?"

The world around me faded to black, the last thing I saw being the form of Tiamat—her massive figure still looming, her wings spread wide, the chaotic energy still radiating from her. The answer to my question…

still unknown.