The battle for the town comes to an end

Galen saw him rushing like a madman with a thunderous roar as he wielded his blade with deadly precision. His sword, a black shadow against the backdrop of the mountain, cleaved the air, threatening to bisect the masked man in two.

However, the man in the mask remained alert even on the back foot and evaded the incoming attack with surprising swiftness. With a flick of his wrist, he parried the blow, the impact sending a shockwave through his arm. He rolled away, avoiding the follow-up strike, and sprang back to his feet, a glint of determination in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't outmuscle Cael, who was like a ravaging monster bred for battle.