As the battle raged on, each team fought fiercely, determined to emerge victorious.
King Velmon observed the unfolding spectacle with keen interest. "This fight is getting rather intriguing," he remarked.
Zerik, undaunted by the escalating chaos, made a bold declaration. "I'll handle this alone," he asserted.
Meanwhile, Ivan unleashed his mud clones, prompting a flurry of attacks from both sides. With sheer determination, Zerik skillfully thwarted their advances, though the exertion left him breathless.
Leopold, seizing the opportunity, conjured enchanted chains to ensnare Zerik. "Let's see how you fare against both of us," he taunted.
Despite the odds stacked against him, Zerik refused to yield, drawing strength from memories of his grandmother's parting gift—a sword of great significance.
Recalling his family's legacy, Zerik resolved not to falter. "I can't fail here," he vowed.
But Leopold's final blow seemed inevitable, knocking Zerik to the ground, seemingly defeated.
Yet, in a surprising turn of events, Zerik rose once more, brandishing his ancestral sword with renewed determination.
Witnessing Zerik's resilience, Leopold attempted to strike him down again, only to be swiftly overpowered by Zerik's unexpected counterattack.
As Ivan rushed forward, Zerik, with unwavering focus, subdued him as well, albeit at the cost of his own consciousness, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion.
The battlefield fell silent, save for the sound of Zerik's steady breathing, a testament to his unyielding spirit in the face of adversity.
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Over The Horizon
FantasyA young boy works his way towards becoming the greatest knight but faces many obstacles.Will he be able to archive it,find out...