Clash of Titans

The battlefield shrank to a single moment—Reinhardt versus Aldric.

The war around them became distant noise as the two warriors locked eyes. Aldric stood firm, his greatsword glinting in the firelight. Reinhardt gripped his blade, his muscles tense, his mind calm.

Then Aldric moved.

Like a storm, he struck—his sword carving the air with crushing force. Reinhardt dodged, barely avoiding a blow that would have shattered his ribs. He countered, aiming for Aldric's exposed side, but the knight twisted, parrying with brutal efficiency.

Their swords clashed, sparks flying, echoes of steel on steel.

"You were my brother," Aldric growled, pressing forward with a relentless assault. "You chose a traitor's path."

Reinhardt gritted his teeth as he blocked another heavy strike. "I chose freedom."

Aldric's sword came down like an executioner's blade. Reinhardt caught it at the last second—but the force drove him to one knee.

The rebel lines began to falter as they saw their leader fall.

But before Aldric could deliver the final blow, Selene's arrow whistled through the air, forcing him to step back.

Reinhardt took the opening—his blade flashed, cutting deep into Aldric's shoulder.

The great knight stumbled. For the first time, Aldric bled.

The rebels saw it. Hope ignited.

And then, the true battle began.