The aftermath of the skirmish left the Elven Village bloodied but standing. Fires flickered low, and the ground was littered with the fallen. But even in the eerie calm, a malevolent presence pressed against the night.
A figure emerged from the corrupted forest — tall, cloaked in robes of deep crimson and midnight black. His face was gaunt, eyes burning with otherworldly malice. Runes carved into his flesh pulsed with sickly purple light.
The Dark Elf Chief.
"I am Varzok, High Warden of Zorc's Will." His voice was like gravel sliding over stone, a death rattle given form.
Tsukasa tilted his head, green eyes behind the helmet gleaming.
"And?" he asked, casually resting the Drag Blazer on his shoulder.
"Your blasphemous power ends here, outsider."
Varzok raised both hands, and the air twisted. A vortex of black and violet energy howled to life, arcs of dark lightning crackling between his fingertips. The very sky darkened as the eldritch incantation summoned a spear of pure malevolence, a writhing, shrieking mass of cursed magic.
Elara gritted her teeth, bow drawn. "That's… ancient magic. It'll level the entire village!"
Lumi stood at her side, dual daggers drawn, her gaze flicking to Tsukasa. "He can stop it… right?"
Tsukasa, for his part, seemed fascinated. He actually chuckled under his breath.
"Whoa… magic."
His voice was a mix of amusement and curiosity, like a tourist seeing street performers.
Varzok snarled, unleashing the magic. The cursed spear screamed through the air, warping space around it as it bore down on Decade.
Tsukasa reached for his Ride Booker, casually flipping through his deck of cards.
"Let's see… ah. You'll do."
He pulled a card — its surface shimmered with a fiery red hue, marked by a ring-like emblem.
Kamen Rider Wizard.
Without hesitation, he slid it into the Ride Booker.
"Kamen Ride: Wizard!"
A ring of flame burst from beneath his feet, encircling him in blazing light. The Decade armor shifted and morphed, adopting elements of Wizard's style — a sleek, crimson-enhanced chest plate, and a shining gemstone-like visor. Arcane runes floated in the air around him, twisting and spinning in time with his movements.
The cursed spear struck the ring and was instantly devoured, torn apart by the powerful barrier of flame and energy.
Varzok's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible!"
Tsukasa spun the Ride Booker in his palm like a showman, pointing it casually at the stunned dark elf.
"Magic's fun. Let's see how you like it when it's used properly."
He raised a hand, conjuring a massive ring of burning glyphs above Varzok. Fire cascaded from it in a controlled inferno, a tide of flame dancing through the air like living serpents.
The dark elf chief barely managed to conjure a protective barrier — but even that cracked under the sheer power Decade wielded.
Around the village, battle erupted again.
Elara loosed arrow after arrow into the advancing dark elf warriors, her movements fluid, her aim unerring. Lumi danced between enemies, twin blades flashing, felling foes twice her size with ruthless efficiency.
The elven defenders rallied behind them, hearts rekindled by Tsukasa's defiance of death itself.
"Don't let them through!" Lumi shouted, cutting down another attacker.
"Hold the line!" Elara called out.
Tsukasa, meanwhile, wasn't even winded. He strode through the battlefield like a force of nature, casually deflecting spells and blades alike.
Varzok, desperation creeping into his features, gathered the last of his power, attempting to summon a twisted creature from the abyss — a dark wurm, all teeth and shadow.
Tsukasa grinned beneath his helmet.
"Cute."
He drew one final card.
"Final Attack Ride: W-W-W-Wizard!"
A colossal ring, burning with runes of flame and light, appeared in the sky. Tsukasa leapt through it, his body engulfed in searing crimson energy.
As he descended, a burning symbol of flame and light formed beneath Varzok, trapping him.
"Say goodbye, warlock."
Impact.
The ground erupted in a shockwave of heat and light as Tsukasa's Rider Kick hit home. Varzok was consumed in a vortex of fire and disintegrating magic, his screams cut short by the roar of power.
When the flames died, nothing remained.
Only silence.
Tsukasa landed, smoke and heat rising around him. The remaining dark elves fled in terror, their will broken.
The elves cheered, their voices rising in a chorus of relief and awe.
Elara approached, panting, her hair singed but her spirit unbroken. "You… you really are something else."
Lumi grinned, wiping blood from her cheek. "You sure you're human?"
Tsukasa shrugged, pulling off his helmet as the armor shimmered and faded.
"I get that a lot."
The three of them stood there, surrounded by the broken remnants of the dark elf army and the cheers of a reborn village.
But even then — in the back of Tsukasa's mind — a whisper remained.