Epic Battle 1/2

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Out of the shadows stepped a figure clad in dark robes, dark tendrils emanating from his outstretched hand. His face was obscured by a hood, but the sinister red glow of his eyes pierced the darkness.

"Ironscale is too valuable to lose," the figure hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Cain's heart sank as he recognized the newcomer. "Sable," he breathed, the name a curse on his lips. Sable was known throughout the land for his dark sorcery and ruthless ambition.

Sable's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Surprised, Cain? You should be. I've been watching your pathetic attempts to defeat Ironscale, and I must say, it's been quite entertaining."

Cain's grip tightened on his sword. "This ends now, Sable."

Sable's laughter echoed through the room. "Oh, I think not. You see, Ironscale and I are bound by more than just loyalty." He raised his hand, and the tendrils coiled around Ironscale, merging with his scales.