As Roderick spotted Alaric in the distance, a dark determination twisted his features. With an incantation that echoed like a storm, he raised his hand, channeling the power of the Dark Moon Eclipse. Above him, the sky churned, and from the heavens descended a cursed hail, each shard laced with a deadly, ethereal energy. The hailstorm erupted over the battlefield, dark projectiles piercing down with chilling force. Alaric spurred his horse to evade, his instincts honed from countless battles. But even with his agility, he couldn't entirely escape the barrage.
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Shards struck him across his armor, searing him with dark magic as he struggled to keep his mount steady. Blood smeared his skin, his breaths labored, but he pressed on. He had anticipated Roderick's relentless assault, and he was prepared to answer it in kind.
With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, Alaric unleashed his own power, opening the first gate of the Divine Beast. Energy surged from him in a wave, rippling outward as the air around him shimmered and crackled. His Ascended bears, those loyal warriors who fought by his side for so many campaigns, felt the change at once. Their eyes blazed with a primal fury as they, too, tapped into the unleashed power, their forms becoming even more fearsome.
The Ascended bears let out a deafening roar, the sound reverberating across the blood-soaked ground. Fueled by the unleashed energy of the Divine Beast, they charged toward Roderick in a frenzied rampage, their massive forms plowing through the battlefield like forces of nature. Nothing in their path could withstand the onslaught, and Roderick found himself at the heart of their fury.
But Roderick, a seasoned king and a warrior who had long embraced the path of darkness, did not shrink from the challenge. With a battle cry, he plunged into the horde of Ascended bears. His cursed blade flashed through the air, its dark edge trailing shadows as it sliced through fur and flesh.
His movements were swift, each strike calculated as he met the charging beasts head-on, cutting down anything that came within his reach.
One by one, the Ascended bears fell before him, yet they did not relent. Their rage only deepened, each fallen comrade spurring the others forward with renewed wrath. Roderick's blade carved a path through the horde, the dark energy of the Moon Eclipse coursing through him, lending him strength beyond mortal limits. Blood splattered across his armor, his breathing heavy, but his stance remained unwavering.
Alaric watched from a distance, wounded but resolute, as Roderick waded through the rampaging Ascended bears. The sight was awe-inspiring and horrific—a clash of primal fury and ancient darkness that tore through the battlefield like a force of nature. As the last of the Ascended bears fell, Alaric knew that the time had come to confront Roderick himself. His eyes narrowed, and he gripped his blade, channeling all the power he had unleashed through the Divine Beast Gate.
With a mighty leap, he launched himself toward Roderick, closing the distance in an instant. The two kings met with a thunderous clash, steel against steel, light against darkness. Their battle was not one of mere mortals, but of legendary warriors-each a living testament to the strength and fury of his lineage. As they clashed, the ground beneath them shook, and the battlefield around them fell silent, all eyes drawn to the duel that would determine the fate of Makaylon.
