Nabil and Athoi stood across from each other in the darkness of the cavern, the sound of his sword slicing through the air ringing with a deadly rhythm. Nabil's attacks were relentless, each strike faster and more precise than the last. Athoi struggled to keep up, her shield barely managing to block his blows.
"Nabil, stop! Please, snap out of it!" she shouted, her voice growing hoarse with desperation. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Nabil's once gentle face was twisted in a vacant, zombie-like expression. His eyes, now bloodshot and glowing faintly red, stared blankly ahead. His lips had turned a sickly shade of purple, matching the marks Laura had left when she kissed him, sealing the poison deep within his veins.
"What should I do?" Athoi thought frantically. She sidestepped another vicious strike, feeling the gust of wind as Nabil's sword slashed past her, barely missing her throat. He wasn't holding back—he was trying to kill her.
