My heart pounded in my chest as I watched the intense battle between Shadow and the cloaked figure unfold. I felt helpless, unable to intervene in the deadly duel that could determine the fate of the castle and our lives.
With each clash of their weapons, my anxiety intensified. Shadow fought valiantly, but the cloaked figure seemed relentless, their attacks filled with a dark determination. I desperately wished I could do something to protect him, but all I could do was watch.
The whispers of destiny echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the stakes at hand. I knew there was more to this duel than met the eye, that it was somehow tied to the greater purpose that had brought us to this castle.
But right now, all that mattered was keeping Shadow safe. I wanted to scream at the cloaked figure to stop, to spare us from this agony, but my voice remained trapped in my throat.
