Cliff faced the Variant Scourge in a desperate struggle. It could have been an elegant dance of blades, but every strike carried the promise of death.
Metal clashed with a resonant clang, but the low hum of the Scourge's powers, combined with the merciless gleam of its blade, turned the battle into a savage fight for survival.
The Scourge didn't rely solely on its weapon. Its telekinetic abilities made the combat even more unpredictable. With a mere thought, debris hurtled through the air at terrifying speeds, threatening to pierce Cliff. He dodged each projectile with impressive precision, though his teeth clenched every time he witnessed the creature's mastery. That power was an invaluable treasure in his eyes, and in the heat of battle, he shouted:
"Let me destroy you, and I'll make sure to take that essence stone of yours!"
