Adrius stood amidst the scorched remnants of the forest. His chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. Sweat dripped down his brow and mixing with the dirt and ash that clung to his skin. His limbs felt heavy now. His Magic reserves nearly depleted from the relentless fight. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body trembling from the strain of the battle.
Around him, the landscape had been leveled. The ground was blackened and cracked from the countless explosions that had torn through the earth. The trees that once towering sentinels were now nothing but smoldering stumps, their ashes swirling in the hot air.
Yet, despite the destruction, Adrius' gaze was fixed on the figure standing a few meters ahead.
Theron.
