Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 108: Duel to the Death

The tension in the air felt like an electric current; both contenders knew that this battle would define their fate. Goliath, with a fixed, calculating gaze, leapt back with impressive agility, invoking an ice curse with deadly precision. Razor-sharp ice stalagmites erupted from the ground, rising with a crash that reverberated throughout the arena.

Narinder, eyes narrowed, felt the chill in the air, and despite not liking to use curses, he reacted instinctively. He reached forward with a hand, summoning a fiery sphere of fire that spun and crackled with hellish energy. The fireball tore through the air, destroying the ice shards that stood in its path, fragmenting them into a shower of crystal that sparkled as it fell. Without stopping, Narinder launched another fireball, this time aimed directly at Goliath.

Goliath, aware of the approaching threat, barely managed to dodge the attack, his quick and calculated movements saving him by the slimmest of margins. The fireball impacted behind him, raising an explosion of flames and smoke. Taking advantage of the moment of distraction, Goliath counterattacked with another move, launching a spiraling blast of ice that covered the battlefield in a shower of icy splinters.

Narinder, his senses heightened, deflected the oncoming splinters, moving with grace and dexterity, his eyes burning with unwavering determination. He knew that facing Goliath was not just a test of strength, but of control and precision, of mastery over his own emotions and powers.

They both paused for a second, gauging their next move. Narinder took a deep breath, his energy still intense, while Goliath watched him with a mix of respect and defiance. The battle had only just begun, but with every step and every spell, each made clear their will not to give ground.

Both were exhausted, having spent a good part of their accumulated fervor in those first attacks, but neither showed signs of giving up. The intensity of the fight increased with every second.

Goliath, with impressive speed, transformed his sword into a dagger and launched himself towards Narinder. The agility of his movements was surprising, each blow of his dagger was fast and calculated, seeking to break through Narinder's defenses. With each cut he launched, a flash of fury and joy was reflected in his eyes.

Narinder defended himself as best he could with his sickle, countering most of the attacks, although some managed to reach him, leaving marks on his dark fur. He felt the burning of the wounds, but the pain only fueled his determination. Each cut he received made him more aware of the ferocity of his enemy, and inside him, the fire of the fight grew.

Finally, in a calculated move, Narinder managed to launch a strong kick that made Goliath retreat, who stumbled slightly, feeling the impact. Without wasting a moment, Narinder summoned a fireball and launched it with force. Goliath, in an act of pure resistance, forcibly endured the attack, covering himself with his arms while the fire enveloped his body, leaving traces of ash on his fur.

Both combatants breathed with difficulty, their bodies tense and full of wounds, but on their faces there was a smile that spoke of a shared pleasure. In that fierce fight, each blow and each wound became a symbol of mutual respect and passion for battle.

In silence, their eyes met, full of determination and desire for victory. They both knew that, although only one would emerge victorious, at that moment, they were enjoying the battle like few times in their lives.

The air was filled with the ragged echo of the two warriors' breathing, and sweat dripped down their skin, tracing shiny lines under the dim light that illuminated the battlefield. Both bodies were exhausted, but their spirits remained unwavering, keeping them standing, ready for the next assault.

With a flash in his eyes, Goliath transformed his dagger into an imposing hammer, almost absurdly large, and lunged at Narinder with brutal force. Narinder raised his sickle just in time, blocking the blow with the handle of his weapon. The clash resounded like thunder, a metallic sound that reverberated throughout the room, even the ground beneath his feet shaking. Narinder's arms trembled as he absorbed the impact; he barely managed to withstand the weight of the blow, but he stood firm, clenching his jaw and holding his opponent's gaze.