Seraphina's movements were fueled by sheer willpower. She moved past the pain, past the exhaustion, refusing to surrender.
Horizon, though wounded, fought with unwavering precision. He wasn't tired. He wasn't faltering.
He was still at full power.
Seraphina knew, deep down, that there was little chance of victory.
But she would fight until the very end.
She swung her sword with everything she had left. Horizon matched her with equal force.
Their final attacks met—golden flames against dark energy.
And in the next instant—
Seraphina felt the impact slam into her chest.
Her vision blurred.
Her sword slipped from her grasp.
Her knees buckled.
Then, everything went silent.
She fell.
The host's voice rang through the arena in a resounding declaration.