The tension is palpable, the scent of blood hanging heavy as Zack faced Valkur. Their eyes locked — a silent promise of battle.
Valkur smirked, unfazed. "Another one who thinks they can take me down?"
Zack didn't waste time with words. He lunged, blade flashing in the dim light. Their weapons clashed in a violent dance, sparks flying with every brutal strike. Valkur was strong — far stronger than Zack anticipated — almost inhuman. Every blow Zack landed, Valkur countered with ruthless precision.
Meanwhile, Jake clenched his fists, forcing himself into a battle trance. The moment the numbness settled over him, he turned and sprinted toward Arya's cell. His muscles screamed in protest, his wounds fresh, but for a short period time, he didn't feel any pain.
Zack fought fiercely, keeping Valkur's focus locked on him. Then, without warning, Valkur let out a guttural howl.
