The battle had reached a deadlock. Ashen and Pyro, though formidable in their own right, were gradually being worn down. Every breath felt heavier, every strike slower. Above, Ashen's wings beat relentlessly as he circled, surveying the battlefield, searching for any sign of weakness in the Death Lord's seemingly impenetrable defenses. His mind raced through strategies, but none seemed promising.
The Death Lord's health had only dropped to 70% despite their combined efforts, while Pyro's health bar blinked dangerously low.
Ashen couldn't allow this to continue. With every moment that passed, they were falling further behind. His mind drifted back to the teachings of his master—the importance of patience in battle, but also the necessity of seizing the right moment. If there was ever a moment to gamble everything, it was now.
