Vishal entered the battlefield, twin swords drawn, his eyes vicious—sharp and silent like a panther.
Without a word, he crouched low—then lunged.
Clank! Clank!
Alex stumbled, caught off guard, barely managing to parry both blades with his daggers.
But he felt it—the shock of impact.
His arms went numb from the force.
Then Meika struck.
Like a furious demoness, she lunged from behind, merging into the shadows and reappearing on Alex's flank.
Slash!
Her dagger tore into his calf muscle.
"Arghhh!"
A muffled groan escaped Alex's lips.
But he didn't fall.
He didn't waver.
He stood his ground—grim and unflinching.
Darkness surged.
It wrapped around him like armor, forming a crude, jagged dark shield.
He reached into his spatial ring and pulled out—
An emerald spear.
Shlung!
The steel sang as it hit the air, ringing sharp through the storm.
Before him, the haze thickened.
Two shadowy figures stood there—monsters of night, wrapped in storm and killing intent.
