Chapter 118 | Truth

*Crash! *Crack! *Bang!

Venedix's blade clashed hard against Malgareth's, their weapons meeting in a storm of force that sent waves of shock through the air. 

Each time their swords collided, a powerful gust exploded outward, tearing across the ground and shaking the battlefield around them. 

The clash of their strikes echoed, each one louder than the last, as if the land itself could feel the weight of their power.

"You will not—" Malgareth began, but his voice sounded different now. 

There was something twisted in it, something darker than before. 

His tone was deeper, as if the power given to him by the cloaked figure had changed him. 

It wasn't just him speaking anymore. 

It was something else, something tainted and filled with rage.