The air crackled with tension as Ashen and Pyro locked eyes with the Death Lord, an overwhelming figure looming before them like a mountain of destruction. His fists crackled with necrotic energy, and every step he took seemed to shake the very foundation of the Shadowhold Fortress. In the dim light, the Death Lord's eyes gleamed like twin orbs of pure malice.
Once a symbol of defiance and strength, now quaked violently, its stone walls groaning under the weight of the battle. Rubble fell from the fortress's edges as the surrounding land slowly succumbed to the battle's intensity.
Ashen spread his wings wide, and shimmering with elemental energy. Pyro stood beside him, his Zweihander held tightly in his hands, his muscles tense and his eyes focused, his battle instincts sharper than ever. The two warriors knew that this was a fight for survival, and one mistake could mean their end.
The battle erupted with terrifying speed.
