As the mage stood there, startled by Eleni's unnaturally twisted neck, a surreal occurrence unfolded. A small mouth manifested at the side of her neck, appearing as if from thin air. Suddenly, the mouth widened into a cheeky smile, defying the laws of anatomy. The unexpected sight left the mage bewildered, waiting for the mouth's words.

The cheeky smile widened into a cocky laugh as the mysterious mouth spoke with an air of arrogance,

"Hahaha, and here I thought the possession would fail."

The mage, still bewildered, braced himself for what came next, unsure of the entity's intentions. The mouth continued its sinister declaration.

"Now then, you will die here and become fuel for my growth!"

The ominous words hung in the air, creating an atmosphere thick with uncertainty and impending danger.

"It was a little annoying, this brat."

The entity's voice echoed with a hint of disdain. The body of the girl suddenly stood upright, fixing its neck in an unnatural twist, before turning to face the mage.

"But, a child is a child, all I had to do was eat away at her puny soul!"

Laughter ensued, a sinister sound that marked the entity's full control over the young girl's form. The atmosphere grew increasingly ominous as the malevolent entity reveled in its newfound dominion.

Upon hearing the entity's revelation, the mage's anger reached a boiling point. Veins popped in his forehead, fists clenched, as the harsh reality sank in.

"Then I won't hold back,"

He declared, realizing that the girl was already lost, and the only way to end the entity's threat was to eliminate it completely. The air crackled with tension as the mage prepared to unleash his powers against the malevolent force.

After the malevolent force's sinister declaration, the mage's anger ignited like a blazing inferno. In a swift and determined motion, he sprinted toward the entity. In the midst of the chase, his mind worked rapidly, conjuring liquid platforms in the air, allowing him to effectively float in the air with remarkable agility. Each step dissolved the platforms he summoned, leaving a trail of water droplets sparkling as they would boil as soon as they hit the earth.

As the mage closed the gap, the mysterious mouth on the neck disappeared, and the girl's head looked up at him with an unsettling smile. A whisper, "Ingard," escaped from her lips.

As the whisper of "Ingard" hung in the air, a demonic transformation commenced. The girl's form contorted grotesquely, limbs warping into monstrous appendages. The left arm surged first, growing into a demonic limb with an imposing, bulky build. Its blackened hue emanated an evil aura, accentuating the transformation's malevolent nature.

Following the left arm, the metamorphosis continued, enveloping the middle body in a shroud of demonic energy. The once-innocent form now became a towering, 7-foot monstrosity, its every contour marked by ominous shadows. The air itself seemed tainted by the transformation as if recoiling from the emergence of this dark entity.

Amidst the horrifying change, the left arm prepared for a devastating uppercut as the body shifted to form, an attack poised to be unleashed upon the approaching mage. The demonic arm, adorned with claws as sharp as steel, radiated menace as it readied for a strike that would herald the true terror of the transformed creature.

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As the uppercut loomed, the monstrous entity calculated the trajectory of the approaching mage. The air crackled with tension as the transformed body prepared to deliver a devastating strike the moment the mage drew near.

In response, the mage deactivated the liquid platforms with a swift motion, suspending himself mid-air as he fell and braced. His charge became a dynamic move, mirroring the impending attack of the demonic creature as he went for a right hook. The two adversaries, now dangerously close, one stood at hell, while the other at the sky. Each preparing a powerful punch that would decide the outcome of their clash. The moment hung in the balance as their charged fists crackled with the energy of their strengths.

But then, a trick unfolded. The mage had already planned this out. As their fists nearly met, the mage swiftly cast a water barrier in front of him. The monstrous entity's uppercut collided with the barrier, creating a momentary halt. The barrier shattered under the force, but the mage had already executed a nimble backflip, evading the impending attack and landing behind the monstrous entity.

And as the mage landed behind the monstrous entity, he swiftly conjured water tendrils that coiled around the creature's limbs, attempting to immobilize it. However, the demonic body demonstrated unexpected flexibility, twisting and contorting its monstrous form to break free from the watery restraints as it loosened up like slime, effectively breaking free.

"Ah shit."

In the midst of the raging inferno, Noah was left standing as he continued to stare at the ball of fire the figure had entered. That was the ball of fire that obscured Noah's view of the ongoing battle, the young boy found himself inexplicably inspired by the mage's calm demeanor and cool-headed words. Despite being unable to witness the details of the confrontation, he felt like crying, breaking down yet again, but no, he refused. The mere presence of the figure seemed to offer Noah a semblance of strength and hope amid the devastation. The mage's unwavering confidence served as a quiet reassurance, prompting Noah to draw a measure of inspiration from the mysterious protector amidst the chaos.

Just then, a distant howl pierced the air, echoing from the depths of the forest. The haunting sound grew closer, revealing a pack of wolves atop a hill. Their eyes gleamed with malicious intent, having detected the scent of fresh blood. Now, they fixated on Noah, a vulnerable prey, an "easy" target in the midst of the unfolding battle.

Facing the approaching pack of wolves, Noah felt a mix of fear and determination. Shivering, he grabbed a wooden stick and ignited it with the flames around him, clutching it like a makeshift weapon. With a child's bravado, he spoke to the wolves, his voice shaky yet defiant.

"Go away, wolves! I-I won't let you hurt me! I've got fire, and you don't like fire!"

Despite his trembling, Noah attempted to stand his ground, the flickering flame casting eerie shadows as the wolves eyed him with predatory intent.

As the pack of wolves closed in, their predatory gaze fixed on Noah, the alpha, radiating menace, approached, emitting low growls. Just a few meters away now, the wolves moved with calculated intent, their eyes gleaming with hunger. The air was thick with tension as Noah clutched the flaming stick, his small form trembling in the face of impending danger.

The alpha wolf, snarling with aggression, lunged forward, its eyes fixed on Noah. The young boy swung the flaming stick in a desperate attempt to fend off the menacing creature. The air quivered with tension as their fates converged, and then, in an instant—

As the confrontation unfolded between the mage and the transformed entity, a sudden scream echoed through the air, catching the mage's attention for a split second. The monstrous entity seized this momentary distraction, snarling, "Now, now. You can't afford to lose focus!"

In that brief lapse of time, the demonic creature lunged, attempting to grab the mage by the head. Swift reflexes saved the mage from the impending attack, narrowly evading the monster's grasp. The battleground crackled with intensity as the struggle between the two adversaries continued.

As the mage distanced himself from the monstrous entity, anger flashed in his eyes. He shouted,

"What did you do to the child?!"

The monstrous entity responded with a sinister laugh, its voice taking on a cocky and sarcastic tone.

"Oh, don't blame me! I had no part in meddling with a little child."

The creature's words dripped with malevolence, further fueling the tension between them.

"You!" The mage exclaimed with seething anger, understanding the insidious nature of the entity's reply.

In response, the mage conjured two ferocious sharks made of water, one on his right and the other on his left. The monstrous entity, abandoning its earlier mockery, adopted a serious stance.

And then, the creature taunted.

"Well then, bring it on!"