The battle raged on beneath the darkened sky, every move, every attack reverberating through the air like a symphony of chaos. The ground beneath their feet cracked with each clash of power, the winds howling as if caught in the storm of Medas's fury and Morvane's defiance.
Luna, still in the vicinity but hesitant to intervene, watched helplessly from the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest. She had hoped that the battle could be avoided, that some semblance of peace could be found in this madness. But now, seeing Medas's unrelenting fury and Morvane's struggle, she realized just how futile that hope had been.
Luna stepped forward, her hands trembling. "Please, stop this," she called out, her voice full of desperation. "This isn't the way—"
Medas's cold eyes turned to her, and his voice rang out with icy venom. "Stay back, Luna. If you interfere, you will be punished as well. Don't think for a moment that I will spare you."
