The Desperate Stand.

The creature turned its glowing eyes toward him, but it was too late.

Caspian moved like a shadow, his blade flashing in the dim light of the clearing.

With a single, fluid motion, he drove the edge of his sword—Bloodmoon—into the beast's chest.

The creature let out a final, guttural growl before collapsing, its massive body hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

Caspian pulled his blade free, his eyes already on Zareth as he ran to his side.

"You run away!" Zareth croaked, his voice strained and weak.

He struggled to push himself up but collapsed again, his body trembling from blood loss.

"There are more monsters... they might be coming. At least you live."

"Shut up, you idiot," Caspian snapped, crouching beside him.

"I'm not leaving you behind. So stop talking and save your strength.". Caspian said.

Zareth's lips twitched into a weak, defiant smirk.

"Always so stubborn…" Zareth said.