Two figures slowly advanced, closing the distance between them in the middle of a desolate field. Zagan walked with a mocking smile on his face, his eyes assessing his opponent as if the encounter was little more than a passing entertainment.
Remiel, in contrast, had a serious expression, his gaze fixed and determined. Each step he took seemed to measure the distance, like a deliberate calculation before the inevitable collision.
The silence between the two was broken when Zagan tilted his head slightly and let out a soft laugh.
"Are you the one sent to stop me?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain. His voice echoed, dark and mocking.
Remiel didn't respond immediately. He merely halted his advance a few steps away from Zagan , holding his gaze with an eerie calm.
"It doesn't matter who I am. All you need to know is that this ends here," he said, his tone cold as a blade of steel.