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Chapter 9 - Blue Flamed Reincarnate

The battle between Solomon and Marcellus's 150 soldiers raged on, a gruesome spectacle. Solomon's anger-fueled rage drove him to massacre the soldiers like animals at slaughter. With each strike, he fought to conserve his strength for the impending battle in Avalon.

Swiftly slashing through Zorvath's ranks, Solomon burned and tore the remaining soldiers to pieces. His determination to catch Marcellus fueled his ferocity.

Meanwhile, Li rode toward Avalon, halfway to his destination. Suddenly, his horse stumbled, its front legs severed. Li, understanding the situation at that moment, drew his sword prepared for the ambush.

"How did they get here?" Li wondered, sensing the enemy's presence.

Five Zorvath soldiers emerged, their silence ominous.

The first soldier charged, sword pointed at Li.

Li dodged the attack with ease, beheading his assailant with a swift strike.

The remaining soldiers attacked simultaneously leaving Li unguarded.

Li's scream echoed through the air as an axe struck him down.

The soldiers' treachery had claimed another victim.

Solomon, driven by his unyielding determination, pressed on, oblivious to Li's tragic fate. His relentless pursuit of Marcellus had become an all-consuming force, fueling his every step.

Avalon's fate hung precariously in the balance, and Solomon's resolve hardened like steel.

He would stop Marcellus, no matter the cost.

As the day succumbed to darkness, night's veil shrouded the land.

Zorvath's soldiers had breached Avalon's walls, their sinister presence spreading like a cancer.

Solomon's horse lay lifeless, a casualty of the brutal battle.

Undeterred, Solomon summoned his innate powers.

With a burst of energy, he leaped from the ground, his body erupting in a spectacular display of blue flames.

The earth trembled beneath him, as if the land itself was being torn asunder.

The force of his departure left a crater, a testament to his unbridled strength.

Solomon's flames illuminated the dark expanse, a beacon of hope in the face of despair.

As he soared through the night sky, his speed defied mortal limits.

Avalon's towers loomed ahead, their silhouettes etched against the moonlit horizon.

Solomon's heart pounded with urgency.

He had to reach Avalon before it was too late.

Marcellus's army would show no mercy.

Every moment counted.

With blue flames dancing around him, Solomon pierced the darkness.

His determination fueled his flight.

Avalon's fate rested on his shoulders.

He would not fail.

The wind rushed past him, a deafening roar.

Solomon's focus remained unwavering.

Avalon drew nearer.

The battle's chaos grew louder.

Solomon's flames burned brighter.

His speed increased.

Time seemed to slow.

Solomon's resolve hardened.

He would save Avalon.

Or die trying.