Tirnanog

On the battlefield, chaos reigns as Schneizal and Algos confront the resurrected Zorga. The pale, glowing-eyed figure wields his trident with terrifying power. Schneizal lunges forward, his massive sword swinging in a powerful arc, finally landing a deep slash across Zorga's torso.

"Got you!" Schneizel growls through gritted teeth.

Algos seizes the opening, leaping into the air and firing a concentrated blast that strikes Zorga squarely in the back. The impact forces the undead foe to stagger. Yet, Zorga rises once more, unyielding, and retaliates with a devastating blast of energy that hurls both Schneizel and Algos across the battlefield.

Bruised but determined, the two warriors struggle to their feet.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" Algos says, reloading his weapons.

Schneizal tightens his grip on his sword, his knuckles white. He charges at Zorga with renewed vigor, his determination blazing like fire in his eyes.

In the midst of the battle, Schneizal recalls his journey to his past self. He is training relentlessly, pushing his body to the brink. Through sweat-drenched scenes of push-ups, pull-ups, and intense drills.

"I want to become stronger. All my life, I've pushed myself beyond my limits, training my body to its fullest potential. I want to become a knight."

As the memory fades, Schneizal's focus sharpens. He notices the subtle cues in Zorga's movements, anticipating the undead warrior's counterattack. In a swift motion, Schneizal adjusts the direction of his swing, slashing deep across Zorga's chest. Fueled by a surge of determination, he screams and drives his sword straight into Zorga's chest.

"If I can take him down, it will be my next step toward becoming stronger!" Schneizal declares, his voice filled with resolve.

Algos provides backup, unleashing a volley of energy blasts that scorch Zorga's back. The battlefield crackles with energy as Zorga, impaled but unyielding, turns his glowing eyes toward Schneizal.

"You cannot kill the dead, elf," Zorga hisses, his voice a chilling echo of the grave.

Schneizal's eyes widened in shock.

"It can talk?" Algos exclaims, stunned.

Zorga grips the sword embedded in his chest with one skeletal hand and reaches out with the other, choking Schneizal in an iron grip. The undead knight raises his trident, it's dark energy swirling ominously, preparing to strike a fatal blow. Algos rushes forward, intercepting the trident just in time to prevent it from impaling Schneizal.

"Not so fast," Algos snarls, straining against Zorga's unnatural strength.

With a surge of dark energy, Zorga unleashes a powerful blast that sends both Schneizal and Algos hurtling into the walls of nearby buildings. Debris rains down as the two warriors crash to the ground, bruised and battered.

As the dust settles, Zorga, standing tall amidst the destruction, his glowing eyes fixed on his opponents. Schneizal and Algos, struggling to rise, exchange a determined glance, silently agreeing that the fight is far from over.

Both Schneizal and Algos are badly injured, their movements slow and labored. Despite this, Schneizal forces himself to stand.

"Not yet," he mutters, his voice resolute.

Algos chuckles weakly as he gets back on his feet. "Huh, not bad, young man."

The two warriors ready themselves and charge at Zorga together. Algos's guns are destroyed, leaving him to rely on his agility and wits to support Schneizal. Zorga raises his trident and fires a blast of dark energy, but Schneizal anticipates the attack, sidestepping at the last second and landing behind Zorga to retrieve his sword.

Schneizal and Zorga clash weapons in a furious exchange of strikes. Algos leaps into the fray, delivering a well-placed kick to Zorga's face, briefly staggering the undead man.

Irritated, Zorga raises his trident to blast Algos, but Schneizal seizes the opportunity. With a determined cry, he plunges his sword into Zorga's throat. The undead warrior falters, and Algos swiftly kicks the trident out of Zorga's grasp.

Noticing Zorga's weakened state without his weapon, Algos shouts,

"So... it's the trident that gives him power!"

He attempts to pick up the trident, but a surge of dark energy courses through it, Algos screams in pain, forcing him to drop it.

Zorga's voice rings out, cold and mocking.

"Fool. Only I can wield it."

He raises his hand, and the trident begins to levitate, surging back toward its master. Schneizal intervenes, grabbing the trident mid-air. A shockwave of dark energy explodes, sending searing pain through his body. Schneizal screams but refuses to let go.

"Damn it!" Algos shouts, rushing to help. Together, the two warriors grip the trident, their combined strength straining against the pull of Zorga's power. They both scream in agony as the dark energy courses through them, their resolve tested to its very limit.

Zorga snarls and yanks the trident free, swinging it in a wide arc that sends Schneizal crashing to the ground.

"Im.....not..... done...."

Schneizal growls, gripping Zorga's feet with one bloodied hand.

Zorga responds by stabbing him in the back, eliciting a scream of pain.

Algos struggles to rise, his injuries overwhelming.

"Damn it... my body won't move..." he mutters through clenched teeth.

Zorga raises his trident for a final blow, but a massive blue magic circle materializes around him. Beams of energy shoot out from every direction, forcing Zorga to dodge rapidly.

Out of nowhere, Sequana steps forward, her grimoire glowing as she channels immense power. Her appearance has changed, her aura surging with blue magic.

"What the..." Algos stammers.

"What is this feeling?....i feel the power that is flowing thru her.... it's different compared to yesterday."

Sequana smirks as she assumes her new Grade 2 form. Zorga, undeterred, conjures another spell from his trident, but his focus is broken when a spear pierces his back. He howls in rage, turning to see Youth in his Grade 3 form, his crimson eye glowing fiercely.

"You damn maggots! I will destroy all of you and make my own army from the depths from hell! You cannot lock me forever!" Zorga shouts as he is slowly being sealed.

Sequana chants an incantation, summoning chains from the earth to bind Zorga. With the trident removed from his grasp, his power visibly wanes.

"We can't kill him," Sequana says, her voice resolute.

"He's already dead. The only thing we can do is seal him away."

Youth and Sequana work in tandem, with Youth restraining the trident while Sequana pours all her magic into the seal. Zorga's screams fill the air as the spell takes hold, and finally, his form is bound within an unbreakable magical prison. 

The undead dragon and its minions collapse and deteriorate into dust. The trident, now inert, lies on the ground. Sequana cautiously levitates it with her magic.

"This thing needs to be locked away and heavily guarded,"

she says gravely. She notices Schneizal lying motionless and rushes to his side, crying his name. She channels her magic into healing him, her tears mixing with the incantation. Once Schneizal stabilizes, she moves to heal Algos as well.

Youth approaches them, his Grade 3 form receding. "Is it over?" he asks.

"For now, at least," Sequana replies, exhausted.

Algos grins weakly. "Congrats on reaching Grade 2."

Sequana explains that Youth's eye played a role in her evolution. Algos narrows his gaze at Youth. "Your eye... you can control it now, can't you?"

Youth nods, his expression steady.

Cristianos arrives on the scene, concern etched on his face.

"What happened? Are you all okay?"

Algos salutes him weakly.

"Don't worry, sir. It's handled... for now."

Gondikas stumbles in, rubbing his head.

"What the hell happened?"

Algos smirks. "Did you enjoy your nap, meathead?"

The group exchanges banter before Sequana solemnly explains the trident's danger, suggesting it be heavily guarded to prevent future catastrophes. Cristianos commends them for their bravery.

"Thank you knights," he says.

"I am in debt to you for helping stopping Zorga. You are no longer under watch. You are free to return to your nation whenever you wish."