For a moment, the battlefield was silent, the only sound being the labored breathing of the fire-wielding swordsman. His eyes darted around, searching for some way out, but Shadow's grip was unyielding. The dark blade gleamed with an ominous glow, pressing against the man's throat with the promise of a swift end.
"Why… Why are you all so strong?" the swordsman rasped, his voice trembling with a mixture of anger and desperation. "We all went through the same trials, we ... should all be as strong!"
Shadow's expression remained cold and detached as he swiped the dagger across the swordsman's throat. His eyes constricted as his blood started pouring out, his body turned weak, and he collapsed on the floor.
Shadow's barrier of darkness was undone as he now looked around, ready to join Mia who was fighting some enemies together with Laura.
