Deep within the heart of the battle, amidst the chaos and clashes, two formidable figures clashed violently.
Sven, the shadowy summon of Ashton, materialised with an air of mystery and darkness. His form was shrouded in ethereal shadow, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity.
Opposite him stood one of the Priest's deacons, a formidable adversary with a demonic visage.
The Deacon's once-human form had twisted and contorted, taking on a monstrous appearance. His skin was charred and smouldering, flames licking at his fingertips as his fists crackled with fiery energy.
The Deacon sneered, his fiery eyes fixated on Sven. "Hah, you're quite good with that sword. But you can't fare well against my fists!"
Sven remained silent, his expression hidden beneath the depths of his dark helmet.
