Chapter Sixty-One: Game of Deception
The battlefield was a symphony of chaos. The river of crimson thickened with each slow passing second, and the horrid stench of blood coated the air, attached to one's every breath. Screams, clashing steel, and the discordant hum of supernatural abilities collided, created a grim atmosphere of war.
Dusken's brown boots scraped across the sand as he sidestepped the boy's wild swing. The massive axe cut through empty air, kicking up a whirlwind of dust and desert grit.
Dusken's dark sword responded with a swoosh, slicing the wind apart as it aimed for the boy's exposed wrist.
But the boy was quick - his instincts sharpened by battle. He kicked up a spray of sand, leaping out of harm's way with well-practiced agility. Dusken's cold gaze followed him, exhaustion clear in his onyx, dark eyes.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
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