The clash between the Winter and Summer Faeries which turned into an all-out battle was now a chaotic mess, a whirlwind of magic and violence as Prince Aldric, eyes pitch-black with rage, dove into the midst of the attacking Faeries.
The air was thick with the sound of clashing weapons, panicked shouts, and the sickening thud of bodies hitting the ground.
Aldric was a dark force of nature, his fury unleashed upon those who dared to challenge him. He moved with a lethal grace, cutting down Faerie after Faerie, each swing of his weapon fueled by the seething rage inside him.
Chaos reigned in the arena.
"We have to stop the prince, call for backup! Call for backup!" The desperate cries of the guards echoed through the arena as they watched in horror.
Aldric was lost to the bloodlust, his every thought consumed by the need to destroy. They had dared to touch Islinda, the one person who mattered most to him, and now they would pay the ultimate price.
