The Breaking Point
Ethan staggered, his chest heaving. His golden aura flickered, dimming under the relentless weight of Kael's onslaught. His grip on his longsword tightened, but his arms trembled with exhaustion.
Kael wasn't just stronger. He wasn't just faster.
He was untouchable.
A blur of violet and gold—Kael moved.
Ethan barely raised his sword in time. Their blades met in a violent explosion of sparks—gold against corruption. The force sent Ethan skidding backward, his boots carving trenches in the fractured ice. Pain flared through his arms.
He was losing.
Mia saw it too. She lunged, silver blade flashing toward Kael's side.
Kael didn't even turn.
The air around Mia thickened. Time itself folded.
She froze mid-step—trapped in an endless moment.
Ethan's heart lurched. "MIA!"
He tried to move. Tried to break the time prison.
Kael was already in front of him.