The clash between Baines and the 7th Star enemy roared with unrelenting ferocity, each strike reverberating through the shattered landscape.
Twenty minutes had passed since their duel to the death began, and the battlefield bore the scars of their relentless struggle—cratered earth, scorched air, and a pervasive aura of death.
Baines, drenched in his own blood, fought with a tenacity that defied his mortal limits. His twin blades, one gleaming with a faint ethereal light and the other a bladeless hilt pulsing with raw energy, met the enemy's daggers in a symphony of steel and sparks.
Clang… Clang… Clang…
Magic circles of decay materialized around the figure, swirling above, below, and behind, unleashing torrents of corrosive energy. Yet, the enemy's armor, as if forged from some unholy alloy, repelled the decay with eerie resilience.
