Galam's Chronicles

Chapter 49

Inside the city, Gray and Bellwish continued their deadly duel. Gray managed to land a blow, his sword cutting a deep gash across Bellwish's arm. The Beherenewian leader grimaced in pain but fought on, his attacks becoming more desperate, more wild.

Despite the pain, Bellwish's strikes grew faster, fueled by sheer determination. He managed to land a hit on Gray's shoulder, drawing blood. Gray winced but didn't falter, his eyes narrowing with focus.

Bellwish:You're tenacious, I admit, but you can't hold out forever, Galamian!

Gray (gritting his teeth): I don't intend to hold out forever, Count Bellwish. I intend to end this conflict right here, right now.

With renewed determination, Gray pressed forward, his strikes becoming swifter and more precise. He parried Bellwish's attacks, countering with a series of rapid blows that kept the Beherenewian leader on the defensive.

Bellwish, despite his injuries, fought back fiercely. He managed to land a glancing blow on Gray's side, but it only seemed to fuel Gray's resolve. With a roar, Gray launched a powerful strike, disarming Bellwish and sending his sword flying across the battlefield.

Despite the disadvantaged position, Bellwish did not give up, he pulled a dagger from his pocket, with which he counterattacked by stabbing Gray's wounded arm.

Gray winced in pain as Bellwish's dagger found its mark, blood welling up around the wound.

Then Bellwish, with a fist intoxicated with magical energy, sent Gray flying into a shop, then he followed him.

Bellwish:(Smirking) Are you done shopping?

Bellwish used a clothing dummy as a weapon, throwing it at Gray's head.

Despite the pain and disorientation, Gray swiftly dodged the dummy, his reflexes honed by years of battle. He countered by grabbing a nearby chair, swinging it with surprising force. Bellwish parried with his dagger, the clash of metal and wood echoing in the shop.

Gray's eyes narrowed in determination as he pushed forward, forcing Bellwish back. The Beherenewian leader, though cornered, fought with a tenacity born of desperation. He lunged, aiming for Gray's chest, but Gray sidestepped, countering with a swift kick that sent Bellwish staggering.

Bellwish, undeterred, conjured a burst of magical energy, hurling furniture and debris at Gray. Gray deftly dodged, his movements agile despite his injuries. He retaliated with a series of quick strikes, aiming for Bellwish's exposed flank.

The two leaders continued their intense duel within the confines of the shop, their every move a testament to their skill and determination. Outside, the battle raged on, the fate of nations hanging in the balance. But in this small, enclosed space, it was a battle of sheer willpower, a fight to determine the destiny of Kathork and its people.

Bellwish took his sword back and fired a series of energy slashes at Gray, who deftly deflected it with his sword.

Gray's sword clashed against Bellwish's energy slashes, each deflection sending sparks flying in the confined space of the shop. Despite the close quarters, Gray's movements were precise and calculated. He countered with a powerful strike, aiming to disarm Bellwish once again.

Bellwish, his eyes burning with determination, met Gray's strike head-on, their swords locking in a fierce contest of strength. The Beherenewian leader's muscles strained with effort as he tried to overpower Gray, but Gray held his ground, his grip unyielding.

Gray (gritting his teeth): Your ambition has clouded your judgment, Bellwish. This war has cost too much already. It's time to end it.

Bellwish:This war will only end when I decide it's over!!