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WD - Chapter 216: Elliot Spellman
🕑 Added 2025-02-25 16:49:31 +0000 UTC'This isn't Fester...' Luke thought, a bad feeling growing inside him.
Before he could think about what to do, the sky had already darkened completely, and suddenly, a lightning bolt descended with terrifying speed.
It wasn't just a simple flash; it looked more like a rocket falling from the sky, an explosion of pure energy rapidly approaching them. The impact was imminent. The lightning struck the ground, creating a deafening explosion, destroying trees as if they were nothing.
The ground trembled, and from the point of impact, a circle of lightning rapidly spread outward.
Luke pulled Enid close to his side to keep her near and quickly created a telekinetic shield that covered them both.
The lightning struck the shield, and although strong, it couldn't withstand the force. Within seconds, the lightning pierced through, shattering the protective barrier. Luke barely had time to react.
Quickly, he activated Shambles.
In the blink of an eye, he teleported both of them several meters back, just far enough to avoid the direct impact, preventing the lightning from reaching them. The air vibrated around them with the storm's residual energy, but at least, for the moment, they were safe.
Enid sighed in relief, having survived the sudden lightning storm that had tried to strike them. She wouldn’t have been able to escape and would have had to rely on her bones and super regeneration to endure.
Both of them turned to look at the place where the lightning had struck.
The terrain there seemed to have been completely transformed. A massive crater spread before them, as if the lightning’s impact had pierced the very ground. The nearby trees were shattered and burned.
The ground was scorched, the soil hot to the touch, and the energy lingering in the air made both of their skin tingle.
[Listen to me, Enid. You must go to Wednesday, help her in her fight] Luke said to Enid through telepathy in a serious tone.
[What? Another enemy appeared?] Enid asked with a grim expression. This was not good.
Luke nodded and quickly explained that, with his domain, he had sensed a powerful presence at Wednesday’s location. A presence with an aura far stronger than Elena or Niklaus.
[And you?] Enid asked. She knew that the enemy who had unleashed that powerful lightning strike wasn’t weak either.
[I’ll manage somehow] Luke replied, and without further discussion, he teleported Enid with Shambles, sending her about 10 kilometers away to where Wednesday was.
Through his clairvoyance, Luke could tell that the enemy he was about to face had an aura far more powerful and dense than the one that had appeared near Wednesday. Sending Enid there would increase the chances of survival for both girls.
If that meant facing the most dangerous enemy alone so that the two of them had a better chance of surviving together, he would do it without hesitation.
With Enid in her lycanthropic form by Wednesday’s side, their chances of survival would increase significantly. She would be a crucial support. Enid was the kind of direct combatant who drew the brunt of attacks, allowing Wednesday to focus on her strategic and lethal strikes. They were an ideal team for battle.
Deep down, Luke wanted both of them to be safe. He didn’t do it only to improve Wednesday’s odds of survival, but also Enid’s.
Even though they no longer had a relationship, he couldn’t deny that her well-being still mattered to him. Despite everything, she had been an important part of his life—the first girl he had ever truly cared about.
Luke pushed aside thoughts of Enid and Wednesday the moment a figure emerged from the massive crater.
Through the smoke and crackling energy, a presence appeared, walking calmly.
Dressed in pristine beige, without a single wrinkle despite the destruction around him, he looked more like a business magnate than a fighter. Yet, the suffocating aura he radiated was unmistakable.
His blond hair was slicked back perfectly, not a single strand out of place, as if even chaos itself couldn't touch him. His icy blue eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Luke with an intensity devoid of emotion.
As he advanced, small sparks danced across his body, remnants of the storm he had unleashed. Each step on the devastated ground crackled with static, as if the very air resisted his presence.
Luke watched him cautiously, never looking away. There was no need to ask who he was. He knew instantly, even though this was the first time he had seen him in person.
Elliot Spellman.
Patriarch of the Spellman family. At least on the surface.
The man Luke had taken everything from—his wife, his children, his most loyal servant, his position on the council.
And yet, there he stood, right in front of him, with no trace of rage, resentment, or thirst for vengeance on his face.
Luke had expected hatred, uncontrollable fury, a burning murderous intent in those ice-blue eyes. But what he found was nothing. A vacant gaze, devoid of emotion, as if Luke were nothing more than a mere obstacle in his path—something to be removed to finally end the Poe-Spellman war.
For the first time in his life, Luke felt something different in a fight.
Doubt.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
He had always trusted his strength, his ability to emerge victorious no matter how powerful his enemy was. But this time, for a fleeting instant, he questioned whether he could actually win.
And for the first time, he considered the possibility of dying. Not even against Dolores Spellman had he felt this sensation, and that was after facing Crackstone while being in far from ideal condition to battle the Spellman matriarch.
"I thought you would have the fire element like your children—"
Before he could finish his mocking remark, intending to provoke his opponent, Elliot moved his hand with impossible speed.
A lightning bolt erupted from his palm, tearing through the air with overwhelming force.
Luke barely had time to raise a telekinetic shield, but the electric energy struck with crushing intensity. His body was sent flying, crashing through trees at blinding speed. Each trunk he shattered would have broken his body had it not been for the telekinetic barrier he formed around himself at the last second.
Finally, after being hurled several meters through the forest, he came to a stop.
He coughed, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.
'Shit… I didn’t even get to activate my future vision,' he thought, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of irritation and focus.
Luckily, the wound was superficial, but that didn’t change the fact that he was at a clear disadvantage.
He had barely managed to stand when he felt a sudden surge in the air.
In an instant, multiple lightning bolts rained down on him like incandescent spears of light.
But this time, he was ready.
He activated his future vision just in time.
In his mind, flashes of the future unfolded with surgical precision—he saw exactly where and when the electric attacks would strike.
With a mix of pure speed and telekinesis, he twisted his body at impossible angles, allowing the lightning bolts to graze the air where he had been just a millisecond before.
A sidestep.
A backward leap.
A sharp turn, propelling himself with invisible force.
Every movement was calculated down to the millimeter, dodging the attacks with superhuman precision. He used his telekinesis for micro-adjustments, altering his trajectory in midair at the last instant.
The moment he evaded the electric onslaught, Luke concentrated his telekinesis and, in the blink of an eye, formed a telekinetic orb above his index and middle fingers.
Waves of telekinetic energy compressed as fast as possible, vibrating intensely. It wasn’t his most powerful orb—he hadn’t had time to fully charge it.
Without hesitation, he hurled it straight at Elliot. At the same time, he exerted over ten tons of telekinetic force on Elliot’s body, trying to immobilize him or at least slow him down.
But it didn’t work.
The electricity crackling around the Spellman patriarch interfered with the invisible telekinetic waves, dispersing them before they could exert any real pressure on him. It was as if the electrical energy created some sort of disruption field.
"Tch…" Luke clicked his tongue and tried a different approach.
He sent a mental command, ordering Elliot to stay still. Even just a few seconds would be enough.
For a fraction of a second—less than a heartbeat—Elliot froze.
But his will was too strong.
Luke’s mental control shattered almost instantly. By the time the paralysis faded, the telekinetic orb was already about to strike Elliot’s chest.
But then, in a flash of light—Elliot vanished.
A second later, a thunderous crash shook the forest.
The orb collided with a tree, triggering a compact yet devastating explosion. The trunk shattered into a thousand pieces, and a crater formed in the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and charred splinters.
‘He’s ridiculously fast…’ Luke thought, frowning.
Elliot didn’t just dodge the telekinetic orb—he launched himself at Luke like a living lightning bolt.
For most, seeing him move would have been impossible. But Luke, thanks to his clairvoyance, managed to catch a glimpse of an electric blue blur rushing toward him at an absurd speed.
He barely had time to react before Elliot appeared right in front of him. The patriarch’s fist was aimed at his face, wrapped in crackling lightning charged with destructive energy.
Luke analyzed his options in a fraction of a second.
He knew a telekinetic barrier wouldn’t work—Elliot would shatter it instantly, especially with a punch charged with concentrated lightning.
If he used his future vision to dodge by a hair’s breadth, the electricity would still reach him, tearing through his flesh with terrifying force. That option was out.
There was only one way out. Shambles.
Luke activated Shambles at the last instant, vanishing at the perfect moment.
A second later, he reappeared hundreds of meters away, a chill running down his spine as he heard what came next.
BOOM!
Elliot’s lightning punch struck the ground where Luke had been a moment before. The thunderous impact was deafening.
The earth cracked, erupting in a brutal shockwave, sending rocks and dust flying as if a meteor had crashed.
‘If that punch had hit me… even with my telekinetic barrier, I’d be half-dead,’ Luke thought.
Elliot wasted no time. He had already locked onto Luke’s location and appeared in front of him, launching another powerful, deadly, and lightning-fast strike at his face.
Once again, Luke used Shambles to escape. He disappeared at the last second, evading the impact by a fraction of a second.
BOOM!
The ground exploded again.
Luke reappeared several meters away, his frown deepening.
Elliot was already behind him.
Another punch—another Shambles to dodge.
BOOM!
The craters multiplied, and so did the destroyed trees.
As Luke dodged with Shambles, he tried hurling trees at Elliot using telekinesis, but the patriarch’s lightning shield disintegrated them instantly. An annoying armor that remained active at all times.
He gave immobilizing him another try, applying more than ten tons of telekinetic force, but the electricity nullified any effect on his body.
He attempted to fire another telekinetic orb, but Elliot dodged it effortlessly—even when Luke used a mental command that forced him to stop for less than a second.
Diving into his mind and implanting a stronger illusion would take too much time. With Elliot’s speed, he’d be in front of Luke in an instant, landing a hit before he could even break through his defenses and set up the illusion.
Worst of all, every time Luke teleported, Elliot found him almost instantly.
He gave him no breathing room, and using Shambles wasn’t exactly an easy technique to spam. Meanwhile, Elliot’s lightning strikes felt like ordinary punches, barely draining his energy.
‘His strength is on another level compared to Atlas and his ugly wife,’ Luke thought, sweat running down his forehead.
He was clearly not in control. His situation was far from good.
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