Despite her composure, Roman was beginning to overwhelm her defenses. His blade's dark energy seemed to sap her strength with every clash, forcing her to adjust her tactics.
"Impressive," she admitted through gritted teeth, her earlier mocking tone replaced with genuine acknowledgment. "But don't think you can defeat me so easily."
Roman smirked, blood dripping from his earlier wound but his resolve unwavering. "You'll find I'm full of surprises."
The two clashed again, their movements blurring as the fight reached a fever pitch. Each strike echoed through the chamber, the outcome hanging in the balance as they pushed each other to their limits.
***
Leon continued to walk, finally reaching the elevated platform where the King sat leisurely on his throne. The skeletal figure remained still, its posture exuding an unsettling air of indifference. As Leon stepped onto the platform, the faint echo of his footsteps reverberated through the chamber.
