David's hand, a silent executioner, hovered over Eric. A decree of death, unspoken yet undeniable, hung in the air. The shadowy weapon, a specter of doom, responded, its blade a sliver of darkness slicing through the air. "This is your end," David's voice, a chilling whisper, sealed Eric's fate.The shadow, a harbinger of death, moved with terrifying swiftness. Eric's vision, a fading ember, was swallowed by encroaching darkness. 'Is this it?' he thought, fear a cold hand gripping his heart.
'No, please no, not like this,' he tried to scream, but his throat, a choked well of blood, silenced his pleas.Just as the shadow was about to strike, a bolt of fate intervened. A projectile, a harbinger of hope, fell from above, colliding with the shadowy weapon. A deafening explosion, a shockwave that reverberated through the training grounds, kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring the scene.
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