The cacophony of battle filled the air, a symphony of clashing steel, growls, and the cries of the wounded. Alex felt the weight of every blow, both his own and those of his comrades. Despite the chaos around him, his focus remained laser-sharp on The Shadow. This battle was the culmination of everything they had been fighting for, and he was determined to see it through to the end.
"You're resilient, I'll give you that," The Shadow sneered, circling Alex with a predatory grace. "But resilience won't save you."
"We'll see about that," Alex retorted, his grip tightening on his sword. He lunged forward, their blades meeting with a resounding clash.
The Shadow was fast, unnaturally so. Each of Alex's attacks was met with a swift parry, and every defense countered with deadly precision. The rogue leader's eyes glinted with a cold amusement as if he were toying with Alex, testing his limits.
