Happily ever after

Elaine's Pov

"Khan," I spat out his name, the pain from the wound in my back igniting a fiery determination within me. Gripping my daggers tighter, I faced him squarely, refusing to yield despite the searing pain.

"You're too late, Khan," I retorted, my voice strained but resolute. "Your puppet is dead. Your army is faltering. You've lost."

Khan's sinister grin widened, his eyes fixated on me with an intense, almost crazed glare.

"Do you think this changes anything? You think killing a mere commander would stop me? You underestimate my power, Elaine."

With a sudden burst of speed, Khan lunged forward, his obsidian sword slashing through the air with deadly precision. I barely managed to dodge his attack, the wound on my back throbbing with agony.