Silas's body trembled with exhaustion as he faced the mysterious man who had appeared amidst the chaos. Blood soaked his clothes, his wounds oozing with pain. The man's presence sent a chill down Silas's spine, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about him.
The man's smile widened as he observed Silas, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "You've put up quite a fight, young one," he said, his voice laced with a touch of condescension. "But it seems your luck has run out."
Silas glared at the man, his body aching with every breath. He couldn't let himself be defeated now, not after enduring such a fierce battle. There was a flicker of defiance in his eyes, a determination that refused to waver.
