Ludwig's sword flashed forward, clashing against the panicking Djinn, the clash sparked and flashed through the dim lit chambers echoing against the walls. The force of his swing sent the flaming creature stumbling backward. With no time to hesitate, Ludwig drove his blade forward, piercing through the Djinn's chest. . No emotion, no mercy, and not even a shred of regret or humanity in his undead eyes.
Across the room, Alva realized that she was being outdone by mere brutish strength, while she moved with precision and grace, her rapier a blur as she danced around her opponent's strikes. Her every movement was calculated, her counterattacks precise. Even as she struck the killing blow, her expression betrayed a mixture of determination and frustration. She couldn't help but glance at Ludwig, marveling at the sheer brutality of his approach.
All enemies were taken out. For now, that is.
