The clang of metal echoed across the blood-red plains drowning in the setting sun as Rhaegar's sword met Daro's with a force that sent a jarring vibration through his arms.
The King's Gold sang as the blades collided, each strike producing an ominous, metallic hum that reverberated in their ears.
"Look at you," Daro sneered, his voice carrying over the wind as he deflected another swing from Rhaegar's blade. "The proud Beast King. Do you even remember who you used to be? Or did your crown crush that part of you?"
Rhaegar snarled, his amber eyes blazing as he pressed forward, their swords locking in a deadly embrace. "I haven't forgotten, Daro. I just outgrew the petty, spineless schemer you've always been."
