Alex met his gaze, unwavering. "You have chosen your path, and now you shall face the consequences." The air crackled with tension as the two forces readied for a climactic clash—the cold, unyielding frost against the dark, malevolent shadows.
Liebbe brandished his sword, its dark blade gleaming ominously in the fading light. "What is it? Scared?" he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "This sword is haunted by a former demon king, you know? Its power flows through me, and it thirsts for the blood of the unworthy!"
The blade pulsed with a sinister energy, shadows swirling around it like a living entity. Liebbe raised the sword high, channeling the dark essence of the demon king within, and swung it down toward Alex with all his might.