the Gathering stormmed Part Two: The Hand of Fate**

As dusk wrapped its tendrils around the battlefield, the two warring vanguards continued to crash upon one another—an endless choreography of conflict marked by grunts, shouts, and the relentless ringing of steel. Blood kissed the earth beneath their feet, a sacrifice not lost upon honorable souls engaged in this tumult.

Sir Ruan, now grimy and wearied by the mounting battle, sought Sergius once again amid the strains of warfare. Anticipating one another's movements now, both leaders clashed in fierce combat.

"You fight well, but your resolve cannot match the weight of our cause!" Ruan proclaimed as he unleashed a burst of strength that pushed Sergius back momentarily.

"Your arrogance blinds you, Ruan!" Sergius countered, steadying his footing as the two locked blades. "Strength is not found merely in numbers—it is the will to fight for what is right! And I stand for the Nova Empire!"