The Breaking Point

The Breaking Point

The air in the fortress crackled with tension, the kind that sinks into your bones and grips your soul. The clash of steel echoed through the stone corridors as the confrontation between John and Michael reached a boiling point. The relic’s dark power pulsed through the walls, feeding off the chaos, and twisting everything it touched. There was no longer any room for reason—only madness and violence remained.

John stood his ground, his sword clenched tightly in his hand, but his heart was heavy. He could see it now—Michael was lost. The brother he had once known, the warrior he had fought beside for so many years, was gone. In his place stood a man consumed by the dark magic of the relic, a puppet to its wicked power. But despite everything, John wasn’t ready to give up.

“Michael, listen to me!” John shouted, his voice echoing in the vast chamber. “This isn’t you. You have to fight it—you have to let go of the relic’s power before it destroys you!”