Dance of Shadows

The battlefield reeked of blood and steel, but Yue Rin had no time to falter. The Crown Prince stood before her, a predator basking in his own supremacy, while her allies fought desperately against the tide of elite guards.

She tightened her grip on her sword, her breath steady despite the storm around her. She couldn't overpower him. But she could outmaneuver him.

Testing the Predator

Yue Rin lunged forward, her blade flashing as she aimed for his exposed throat.

Clang!

The Crown Prince deflected the strike with ease, twisting his blade in a perfect counter. Fast. Too fast. He stepped in close, delivering a brutal kick to her ribs.

Crack!

She staggered, pain ripping through her side, but she rolled with the impact, twisting mid-air to land lightly on her feet.

"Still standing?" he mused.

Yue Rin wiped the blood from her lip. "You talk too much."

She lunged again—but this time, she wasn't attacking.

Setting the TrapShe faked a downward slash, forcing him to raise his sword. At the last second, she twisted her body and vanished into the shadows of the battlefield.

The Crown Prince blinked. Where—?

A flicker of movement—behind him.

He turned, barely in time to block a strike aimed at his back. Yue Rin's speed had increased. She wasn't fighting head-on anymore—she was hunting.

The next moment, she was gone again.

Then—another strike. From the side.

Then—above.

Then—from the left.

The Crown Prince's smirk faded as he parried strike after strike, forced onto the defensive for the first time.

Meanwhile: The Battle Below

Jiang Yun fought like a demon, his daggers moving too fast for the eye to follow. He stabbed a guard in the throat, spun, and used the corpse as a shield against incoming spears.

Zhen Xiu carved through his enemies with brutal efficiency, shattering blades and armor alike. Blood sprayed his face, but he never slowed.

Liang Wei's twin swords were a blur, cutting down multiple foes in a single movement. He dodged a halberd by mere inches before slicing the wielder's arm clean off.

But their numbers were dwindling. They had to end this soon.

The Final StrikeYue Rin saw her moment. The Crown Prince had grown accustomed to her pattern—predicting where she'd strike next.

So she broke it.

She feinted an attack from the left—but instead of vanishing, she charged straight at him.

He barely had time to react.

Her blade plunged deep—through his side.

The Crown Prince coughed, his eyes widening in shock. She had won.

Or so she thought.

The Turning PointA sinister smile spread across his face.

"Not bad…" he whispered, blood dripping from his lips.

Then—he grabbed her wrist.

"But not good enough."

Pain erupted through her body. A force—cold, suffocating—exploded from his wound. It wasn't normal. It was dark, pulsing, unnatural.

Her vision blurred. Her strength faded.

And the last thing she saw—

Was his victorious smirk.