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*Three Years In The Future*
Nizara staggered back, his chest heaving with exertion as blood dripped from a gash across his brow. Across from him, the imposing figure of Demon Lord Xanteria loomed, his eyes ablaze with fury.
"You have disappointed me, Nizara," Xanteria's voice rumbled like thunder, each word dripping with contempt. "Is this the extent of your power? Pathetic. You are unworthy to bear the title of my reincarnation."
Nizara's smirk betrayed his defiance. "Reincarnation? Spare me your delusions," he retorted, his voice laced with defiance. Despite his exhaustion, a dangerous glint danced in his eyes.
With a menacing look, Nizara assumed a defensive stance, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared for another onslaught. Blood trickled down his face, mingling with the grit and determination etched into his features.
"Let's settle this once and for all," he growled, his voice low and filled with barely contained rage.
Xanteria's response was a surge of dark energy, crackling with malice as it enveloped him. "Bring it on, Nizara," he spat, his voice a snarl of defiance.
The clash of swords echoed through the chamber, a symphony of steel and magic as Nizara and Xanteria locked in a battle of wills and power.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein