As the battle raged on, I could feel the tide beginning to turn. Killian's movements became more fluid, and his strikes became more efficient. The darkness around him seemed to bend to his will rather than control him. He countered Cassius's attacks with a series of swift kicks and forceful punches, each hit resonating with power.
And then it happened—an opening presented itself.
Cassius, exhausted and overextended, made one last desperate lunge. Killian was ready; he sidestepped gracefully and exploited the opportunity, striking Cassius with a powerful blow that sent him crashing to the ground again.
With Cassius sprawled on the floor, panting heavily, Killian stood tall above him, triumphant. The shadows that had once seemed a formidable ally to Cassius cowered, retreating in the face of Killian's steady gaze. The battle, which had felt like it might consume us all, began to settle, leaving only a hushed silence in its wake.
