Eldric's eyes didn't waver as Seraphina lifted her sword again, her stance steady and determined. She had made her choice—to fight, despite the chaos, despite the truth she had glimpsed. But Eldric's calm, unyielding gaze held no malice. He understood her need to prove herself, her warrior's spirit. And in that moment, he accepted the battle she sought.
Seraphina lunged, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. She was fast, but Eldric was faster. With a flick of his wrist, he deflected her strike, the clang of steel ringing through the night. Seraphina gritted her teeth, her muscles tensing as she pressed forward, launching a series of rapid strikes. But Eldric matched her blow for blow, his movements fluid and effortless, as though he had already anticipated every move she would make.
