As the words fell, Oliver unleashed his longsword, the epic-tier Sonic Dart.
Enveloped in flames and resonating with a magical hum, it fiercely struck towards Chrisman.
Chrisman, drawing his own sword in a rage akin to a wounded lion, roared,
"Audacious! How dare you attack me!"
The two instantly engaged in combat.
Their figures, interweaving under the temple's luminous glow, created a mesmerizing dance of swords and flames.
Each move and form they executed brimmed with power and elegance, like a silent ballet.
Yet behind this dance lurked a deadly struggle; each strike could tip the scales of life and death. Victory meant survival, defeat spelled demise.
Finn, trembling lips and eyes wide with disbelief, murmured, "How did it come to this? Are brothers truly destined to clash in battle? Didn't our father set rules for us?"
Owen's cold snort pulled Finn back from his shock.
