Zarek's head felt heavy, his breaths ragged as he planted his feet on the ground. He raised his gaze, eyes locking onto the enemy ahead.
The Guardian Knight stood still for a moment—silent, calculating. Then, without warning, it lunged forward.
Zarek's mana flared violently in response. He launched himself to meet the threat, both warriors streaking across the chamber like blue comets cloaked in lightning.
The clash was instant.
Steel met steel with a thunderous boom. They moved like blurs—sword against sword, strike for strike—offense and defense melting into one chaotic rhythm. Each collision sent out shockwaves, crackling with electric fury, lighting up the darkness of the underground battlefield.
The relentless rhythm of steel clashing against steel echoed through the chamber.
