Dread filled the air and suffocating them both. Adrius could feel it weighing heavily on his exhausted body and beside him, Lysander's anger had given way to something far worse — fear. The unrelenting storm of lightning that once surged around Lysander's sword flickered weakly now. His confidence begin to shattered by the horrific sight of Theron standing tall, fully healed and more menacing than ever.
Theron's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he took another step forward.
"What's the matter?" Theron sneered, his voice a low growl. "You're not so eager to attack anymore?"
Lysander's grip tightened around his sword but his body was trembling. The fear clawed at his insides and despite everything, he could feel his resolve slipping. His eyes darted to Adrius, searching for some kind of reassurance, but the Archmage was just as pale and drained as himself.
Before they could react, Theron lunged with full speed.
