"This ends here, Guto," Dyskólios taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
Guto tightened his grip on his daggers, the familiar weight offering solace in the face of impending battle. "I already beat you once, I can do it again," he declared with unwavering resolve.
With a primal intensity, they lunged at each other, their blades meeting in a cacophony of steel.
Guto's movements were precise, his daggers slicing through the air with fluid grace. His powers, seeped into each strike, leaving a trail of decay in their wake.
But Dyskólios was no ordinary adversary. With calculated precision, he injected himself with the mysterious fluid from a flasks, instantly doubling his already formidable strength and speed. His movements became a blur, a relentless flurry of strikes that were nearly impossible to predict.
Guto's eyes widened as Dyskólios's movements blurred before him. He parried with all his might, but it was a struggle to keep up with the baron's frenetic assaults. The industrial remnants seemed to swirl around them as they fought, a chaotic backdrop to their relentless battle.
Despite Dyskólios's enhanced abilities, Guto refused to surrender. His daggers pulsed with the dark energy of the rot, each blow leaving behind a necrotic mark on Dyskólios skin. But Dyskólios pressed on, his relentless barrage of attacks pushing Guto to his limits.
Amidst the whirlwind of combat, a monstrous spectacle unfolded just beyond the fray. Rising from the ground, a grotesque entity took shape, its form a nightmarish conglomeration of flesh. It loomed like a sentinel of doom, a terrifying presence that dwarfed the warriors beneath it.
Guto and Dyskólios, momentarily pausing their combat, shared a fleeting glance of bewilderment and unease.
As Guto seized the moment, his daggers poised for the final strike, Dyskólios' attention was diverted by the monstrous abomination that had appeared on the battlefield. The grotesque entity's impact on the ground sent tremors through the terrain, creating an unstable footing for both combatants.
With precision and determination, Guto lunged forward, ready to deliver the decisive blow. But as he swung his daggers toward Dyskólios, the unstable ground beneath him shifted abruptly. The monstrous creation had slammed into the earth with devastating force, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
Guto's footing faltered, and he lost his balance at the critical moment. His blades missed their mark, narrowly grazing Dyskólios as Dyskólios seized the opportunity to evade the fatal strike. In a split second, Dyskólios darted away, his silhouette vanishing into the turmoil of the battlefield.
"Tsk... Pussy." Guto said.
After the grueling battle with Dyskólios, Guto approached the location where Amber had been engaged in her own fierce struggle. As he drew near, a sight both astonishing and unsettling greeted him, a massive crater gouged into the earth, testament to the monumental forces at play.
Within the heart of this lunar landscape, Guto's eyes fell upon a lone knight, helmet discarded, standing next to Amber. In that charged moment, he couldn't help but conclude that the knight's intent was none other than to bring about Amber's demise.
Without hesitation, driven by a fierce protectiveness and the desire to safeguard his lover, Guto launched an assault from behind. His dagger found its mark with chilling precision, plunging deep into the knight's heart.
The knight gasped in shock and agony, her sword falling from her grasp as she crumpled to the ground. Her eyes met Amber's, filled with pain, regret, and an unspoken apology.
Amber, still struggling to move, crawled toward her sister. Guto watched, his expression heavy with the weight of the act he had just committed.
Elara's voice was a mere whisper as she spoke her final words. "Thank you... for freeing me."
With that, she exhaled her last breath, her body growing still and lifeless. Amber's tears mixed with the dirt and blood that stained the ground as she reached out to gently close her sister's unseeing eyes.