Within the anthill's shattered chambers, the battle between Leona and Argon raged on, a spectacle of unwavering determination. Their combat skills and sheer resolve were on full display as they clashed amidst the chaos.
Leona, her clothes now mere tattered remnants, felt the weight of her exertion. Gasping for breath, her body bore the marks of countless cuts and scratches, testament to the unrelenting confrontation she endured. Despite her physical toll, her glowing blue eyes remained locked onto Argon, her adversary."
"I won't back down, not now." She said.
"You should just give up, the battle is not in your favour." Argon sneered
Argon, exuding an aura of malevolence, pressed his advantage with calculated precision. His movements were like a dark ballet, each strike landing with deadly accuracy. The shockwaves from their clashes further destabilized the anthill's already fragile structure.
"Is that all you've got?" Leona retorted.
