Let's Train Heroine

Lucan\'s hand moved in a swift, fluid motion, tracing a pattern in the air as he cast a counter-spell. A dome of shimmering blue light materialized around them, intercepting the dark tendrils with a crackling energy that dissolved them into nothing.

Victor\'s eyes widened as his attack fizzled out against Lucan\'s barrier. He recoiled slightly, his surprise evident in the way his lips curled into a snarl. But before he could react, Lucan thrust his hand forward, a brilliant light flaring up as he launched a concentrated beam of water magic directly at Victor. The attack sliced through the air, forcing Victor to hurl himself to the side.

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The ground where he had stood moments before exploded, rocks shattering under the sheer force of Lucan\'s magic.

A tall man with a cruel smile, one of Victor\'s comrades, took advantage of the momentary chaos. He conjured a fireball in his hand and hurled it at Maris. The flames roared as they sped towards her, but Maris remained unshaken. With a deft flick of her wrist, she summoned a swirling vortex of wind that caught the fireball mid-air, spinning it around before sending it hurtling back at its caster.

The man barely had time to raise a hand in defense before his own spell exploded at his feet, knocking him back into the rock wall with a pained grunt.

Lucan\'s focus shifted to the other two members of Victor\'s group, who charged at him with weapons glowing with enchanted energy. Their footfalls reverberated through the gorge, but Lucan was ready. In one smooth motion, he drew his sword, its blade catching the dim light as he moved to meet them.

The first attacker swung a massive, rune-inscribed hammer down on Lucan. The weapon whistled through the air with a terrifying force, but Lucan sidestepped the blow with effortless precision. The hammer smashed into the ground, sending tremors through the earth, but Lucan stood firm, his sword glowing as he channeled his magic through it.

Without missing a beat, Lucan stepped in and parried the next strike, the clang of metal against metal ringing out as their weapons collided.

Lucan twisted his wrist, his sword arcing upward to knock the hammer aside. The momentum of his strike sent the weapon flying from the man\'s grip, clattering to the ground several feet away. Lucan followed through with a powerful kick to the man\'s chest, sending him sprawling backward, breathless.

Meanwhile, Maris faced off against the last member of Victor\'s group, a woman whose eyes glinted with malevolent intent. She wielded dark, necrotic magic, summoning bolts of black energy that crackled through the air as they shot toward Maris. Maris\'s movements were swift and graceful as she dodged the attacks, her feet barely touching the ground.

The dark energy hissed and sparked as it missed its target, striking the walls of the gorge instead.

With a determined set to her jaw, Maris raised her staff, its tip glowing with a soft, radiant light. The glow intensified as she gathered her magic, the air around her humming with power. The necromancer prepared to unleash another barrage, but Maris was faster. She thrust her staff forward, releasing a wave of purifying light that surged toward the woman.

The necromancer\'s eyes widened in shock as the light engulfed her, the dark magic in her hands fizzling out into nothing. She screamed as the holy light seared her, the power overwhelming her defenses and leaving her powerless. Her body slumped to the ground, the fight drained from her.

Lucan, having dispatched the two attackers, turned his attention back to Victor. The man was scrambling to his feet, a look of desperation crossing his face as he realized his allies were defeated. He stumbled backward, his hand clutching at his chest where Lucan\'s earlier attack had nearly landed. Victor\'s gaze flicked between Lucan and the fallen bodies of his comrades, fear creeping into his eyes.

Victor, realizing he was outmatched, turned to flee. But Lucan was quicker. With a powerful leap, he closed the distance in an instant, his sword flashing as he cut through the remnants of Victor\'s dark magic with a single, decisive strike. The attack severed the dark energy that had coiled around Victor, dissipating it into the ether.

Victor staggered, clutching his chest as blood seeped between his fingers. His eyes were wide with disbelief as his strength ebbed away. He fell to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked up at Lucan.

"This… can\'t be…" Victor choked out, his voice barely a whisper as he collapsed forward, lifeless. Lucan watched, his expression calm, as Victor\'s body crumpled to the ground. The rest of his group lay defeated around him, the fight having ended as quickly as it had begun.

Lucan looked around at the fallen enemies, his sword still glowing faintly with residual magic. He felt no satisfaction in the victory, only a sense of hollow disappointment. He had expected more of a challenge, but the fight had been over too quickly, the outcome far too easy.

Lucan\'s eyes drifted to Victor\'s lifeless form. In the game, Victor had been a formidable opponent, using cunning strategies and dark magic to nearly kill Maris and other male leads. But here, Victor hadn\'t even had the chance to reveal his tactics before he was cut down.

Lucan sheathed his sword. He turned to Maris, who had already begun to compose herself after the battle. Without a word, Lucan nodded toward the path ahead, indicating it was time to move on.

Maris returned the nod, her expression calm as she adjusted her grip on her staff. Together, they began to move forward.