The air crackles with tension as I barely dodge another set of sword swings by the Zahard Twins.
Their blades of light cut through the space I was in moments ago, staining the atmosphere with the blinding light of pridefulness. My heart races. The rush of adrenaline hits me like a tank as I struggle to survive the onslaught of attacks. The defensive dark power of my scythe wards off the light magic like its life depends on it.
The Zahard Twins attack me with the power of a hurricane, with lightning ready to strike me at any moment. I am trapped in the eye of their storm, engaged in a wild dance for survival. Only time will tell if I make it.
I feel my hands tighten as I wrap my fingers around the handle of the scythe and deflect another strike. My scythe becomes a whirlwind of its own, fighting back against the storm of light. The Zahard Twins, powerful sons of an Eradicator, represent everything their father stands for.
Greediness. Pride. Violence.
