The lord's breath came in ragged gasps as he leaned heavily against the imposing double doors, his once-unshakeable confidence shattered along with his weapon. Never before had he tasted defeat in battle, and the bitter realization clawed at his consciousness like a relentless predator.
As Lyon advanced toward him with measured steps, a sense of unease gripped the lord's heart, sending shivers down his spine. It was the first time in countless battles that he had felt the chill of fear creeping into his bones, a stark reminder of the formidable opponent he faced.
With every step Lyon took, the lord's apprehension deepened, his mind racing as he searched for a way to escape the inevitable confrontation. But there was nowhere to run, no sanctuary to be found in the depths of the First Hell.
