Noah, a wraith in the self-made darkness, weaved through the cavern, his movements a blur of dark energy and precise strikes. The Troll, a thrashing beast robbed of sight, roared in frustration, its attacks nothing but clumsy attempts to swat at the unseen menace. Each time it swung, Noah would appear like a phantom, leaving another searing gash across the Troll's glowing veins with Nemesis.
The bridge, illuminated only by the fleeting sparks of their clash, trembled with every earth-shattering blow. Noah knew this couldn't last forever. The darkness was a double-edged sword, and the strain of maintaining Night of Death was starting to tell. He needed to finish this fight, and fast.
