Grimacing, Blaze rose to his feet, wiping the blood away. "Time to get serious," he muttered, determination gleaming in his eyes.
In an instant, the cyclops materialized before Blaze, swinging its massive arms. Blaze intercepted the jab with his blade and swiftly dragged the edge upward and sliced through the cyclops' fists. The cyclops howled in agony, clutching its injured arm as Blaze closed in, leaping forward with a swift slash that severed the arm.
Enraged, the cyclops roared, sending a horde of goblins charging toward Blaze. They swarmed over him, forming a mound of bodies. The heap suddenly erupted in a spray of blood and dismembered goblin parts as Blaze unleashed a spinning attack. Blaze's blade danced through the air like a deadly whirlwind, cutting down goblins left and right. The dead goblins fell in heaps around him, but still, they came, their numbers seemingly endless.
Blaze's muscles burned with exhaustion as he fought against the tide of enemies. Sweat beaded on his brow as he spun and slashed, his blade a blur of motion as he carved a path through the goblin horde.
As the last of the goblins fell before him, Blaze stood amidst the wreckage of his enemies. His chest heaving with exertion. Blood dripped from his blade as he turned to face the looming figure of the cyclops.
Blaze's gaze locked with the cyclops's, finding its eye ablaze with a fury beyond comprehension. The creature stood ominously still. At that moment, the air crackled with tension.
Without hesitation, Blaze propelled himself towards the towering cyclops with a swift kick against the ground. His grip on his blade tightened as he swung it with all his might, aiming to strike down the behemoth before him. But to his shock, the cyclops raised its massive palm to intercept the attack.
The force of the collision sent shockwaves reverberating through Blaze's body, leaving him suspended in mid-air. He watched in disbelief as his blade shattered into two pieces under the cyclops's immense strength.
A sense of dread washed over Blaze as he stared down at the broken remnants of his weapon. He knew that he was facing a foe unlike any he had encountered before.
On the opposite end of the battlefield, Drago and Cuoco fought valiantly against the unending tide of goblins. Drago's strikes cut through the creatures. Cuoco's magic weaving spells that bolstered Drago's strength and shielded him from harm.
However, amidst the chaos of battle, Drago's focus was shattered by the sound of Cuoco's scream. His heart clenched in fear as he watched several goblins seize her. Their grasping hands dragged her relentlessly towards the shadow knight. Drago saw Cuoco reaching out to him, her voice calling out desperately over the din of battle.
Blaze leaped backward, creating distance between himself and the formidable cyclops. His mind raced as he assessed the situation.
"Damn it," Blaze muttered through gritted teeth, his frustration boiling over. "This is not good. The cyclop's strength has increased significantly since our last encounter."
Before he could formulate a plan, a massive mace materialized before him, catching him off guard. The impact was swift and merciless, sending Blaze crashing to the ground. His body shuddered with pain as he struggled to get back on his feet, coughing up blood.
As the cyclop's relentless assault continued, each blow drove Blaze deeper into the earth. With each strike, the crater grew larger, threatening to consume him entirely. Despite his best efforts, Blaze found himself overwhelmed by the sheer power of his opponent.
As Drago raced across the battlefield cleaving through goblins with each swift strike. The relentless horde swarmed from all sides. Drago's muscles strained with exertion with every movement fueled by a desperate need to reach Cuoco.
The tide of goblins seemed overwhelming, their gnashing teeth and clawed hands threatening to overwhelm him at every turn. Drago's heart pounded in his chest as he fought on with unwavering determination.
Amidst the chaos, Cuoco's screams pierced the air. He could see her struggling against the goblins, her small form surrounded by a sea of dark figures.
Gripping his blade tighter, Drago's knuckles turned white as an image of Amber's lifeless body flashed before his eyes. It sparked a rush of frustration and despair within him as the memory seared through his mind.
"FUCK!" he cursed, the word torn from his lips in a raw outburst of emotion. "Another person is going to die, and I can't do anything about it again."
As Blaze lay wounded in the dirt, his mind drifted into the depths of memory. Flashes of his past flickered before his eyes.
He saw himself as a young boy training in the forests near his home with a young boy watching over him. This boy was Blaze's older brother whose name was Phoenix. Phoenix was raised to be a great dragon slayer by his father.
On the night of Diaval's attack, Phoenix and his father, rushed to aid Gabriel in the desperate battle against the malevolent forces. Meanwhile, Blaze, still in the early stages of his training, could only watch helplessly from afar. His heart was heavy with the weight of his own perceived weakness.
Tragedy struck as Blaze's father valiantly shielded Gabriel from a fatal blow, sacrificing his own life in the process. Rushing to his father's side, Blaze was met with a haunting scene. His father's fading words urging him to become a great dragon slayer and protect his beloved brother.
With tears in his eyes and determination in his heart, Blaze heeded his father's final plea. Blaze was asked to leave his lifeless body to escape by Gabriel. But as he fled the battlefield, Phoenix abandoned his own fight against Diaval's forces and rushed to aid Blaze.
Together, the two brothers fought side by side. Their bond became stronger than ever as they faced the relentless onslaught of enemies. However, tragedy struck once more as a fatal mistake by Blaze cost Phoenix his life. Blaze had to watch in agony as the dragon claimed his brother's soul.
Haunted by the loss of his father and brother, Blaze swore an oath to never again let his loved ones perish at the hands of darkness. With unwavering determination, he vowed to protect those he cherished with every fiber of his being.
Cuoco's desperate cry for Drago echoed through the chaos of the battlefield, reaching Blaze's ears. Pain wracked his body and the blood stained his skin. Blaze was fueled by a primal fury that simmered beneath his skin.
With a grim smile, he slowly steadied himself, using the earth beneath him as leverage to rise once more. Blood dripped from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him. His focus was consumed by the fire that raged within his soul.
Blaze embraced the searing intensity of his own blazing rage. It coursed through his veins like wildfire, igniting his spirit with an unyielding determination to protect those he held dear. With a defiant glint in his eyes, Blaze stepped forward. The odds may have seemed insurmountable, but he refused to give up.
The cyclops's booming laughter reverberated across the battlefield. The towering creature showed no signs of relenting, its single eye gleaming with cruel amusement as it loomed over Blaze.
"Puny human still alive?" the cyclops jeered. "Not bad for a puny human, but me will make sure you die this time."
With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, Blaze pointed a trembling finger at the cyclops. His voice cut through the chaos of battle with unwavering resolve.
"You are going to feel my blazing rage," he declared.
The cyclops's laughter faltered for a moment, replaced by a glimmer of uncertainty as it beheld the fire in Blaze's gaze. Sensing the shift in the air, the surrounding goblins hesitated. Their malevolent grins faltered as they watched the impending showdown between man and monster.
The dragon reappeared on Blaze's shoulder. Its voice echoed in Blaze's ears."You have proven that you deserve my power. Now go ham with it,"
A surge of power coursed through his veins. This ignited a fierce inferno within him.
With a primal roar, Blaze unleashed the full extent of his newfound power. A fierce inferno enveloped his broken blade, transforming it into a weapon wreathed in flames. The fire casted an eerie glow in the dim light of the battlefield.
Driven by his own blazing rage, Blaze suddenly dashed towards the cyclops. His every movement was a testament to the raw power coursing through him. With his newly forged fire blade in hand, Blaze's strikes became even more devastating, each swing leaving a trail of searing flames in its wake. The cyclops, now faced with the fury of Blaze's blazing weapon, staggered backward. Its flesh sizzled as it recoiled from the intense heat.
Blaze, undeterred by the cyclops's attempts to retreat, pressed forward with relentless resolve. His fire blade cuts through the air with deadly precision. With each strike, he unleashed a torrent of flames upon his foe.
"Feel the fury of the flames!" Blaze roared, his voice echoing with a primal intensity as he unleashed a devastating barrage of attacks upon the cyclops.
The cyclops, reeling from the onslaught, bellowed in defiance. "You may have power, puny human. But YOU cannot defeat me!"
Blaze grinned, the flames dancing in his eyes. "We'll see about that," he retorted, his voice dripping with confidence as he launched himself into another furious assault.
With a swift and calculated move, Blaze left the colossal creature defenseless against his onslaught. As the cyclops attempted to block with its mace, it shattered. Blaze's smirk widened into a confident grin.
In a blur of motion, Blaze channeled the power of the dragon within him. The cyclops's body erupted into flames, its flesh searing and crackling under the intense heat. With a final strike, Blaze severed the cyclops's head from its shoulders, sending it tumbling to the ground in a lifeless heap.
As the dust settled, Blaze stood amidst the carnage, victorious and unyielding. His fire blade still flickered with the remnants of his blazing rage. With the cyclops vanquished he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead on his path to protect those he loved.
Before Blaze could catch his breath, a sudden rush of air alerted him to danger. He ducked, narrowly avoiding a deadly spike hurtling toward his face. The sharp object whizzed past him, grazing his cheek as it sliced through the air.
As Blaze's heart pounded in his chest, he scanned the battlefield. Who or what had attacked him?