The Final Showdown

Third Person's POV

The cursed flames hissed and recoiled as they struggled to maintain dominance. The bony knight's momentum faltered for the first time.

And Ethan capitalized on this moment of respite.

In one swift motion, he twisted his blade and redirected the broadsword's force away from him.

The moment the opening appeared, he drove his saber forward and aimed for the knight's exposed side.

White flames from the saber's tip bit into the knight's blackened armor.

The impact wasn't enough to destroy it outright, but it burned deep and forced Zarghul's avatar to retreat a step.

Ethan exhaled.

The gray Netherflame flickering on his skin was now extinguished and was replaced by the sacred white fire. The black burn mark on his neck? Well, it was already fading.

Zarghul's skull let out a low, rasping growl in anger and Ethan could feel the reason for it.