Capítulo 3: A betrayal

Without warning, Hugor disappeared in a blur of motion, reappearing right in front of Voldrak, his sword blazing with golden light. He swung the sword down with all his might, intending to crush Voldrak with a single, overwhelming strike.

Hugor's sword came down with blinding speed, a streak of golden light that threatened to split Voldrak in two. But Voldrak was quicker than the eye could see; he sidestepped, his dark robes flowing like shadows around him. The ground where he had stood moments before exploded in a shower of dust and light, Hugor's sword leaving a deep gouge in the stone.

Voldrak retaliated with a swift strike of his rod, the dark energy around it crackling with malevolent power. Hugor blocked it with his sword, but the impact sent a shockwave through the pavilion, causing the crowd to gasp. For a moment, the two immortals were locked in a contest of raw strength, the darkness and light battling for supremacy.

Hugor pushed forward, his sword ablaze with golden flames, swinging in a wide arc. Voldrak parried the blow, deflecting it with the rod and spinning around to deliver a precise jab to Hugor's side. The tip of the rod connected with Hugor's ribs, and a ripple of dark energy coursed through his body, causing him to grunt in pain.

Voldrak pressed his advantage, moving with fluid grace, each strike more precise and powerful than the last. He could feel the momentum shifting in his favor. Hugor's defenses were faltering, his movements becoming slower, more desperate. The crowd's murmurs of disbelief grew louder as they witnessed the impossible—Voldrak, with his rod of darkness, was pushing back Hugor's light.

A dark smile formed on Voldrak's lips as he realized he was gaining the upper hand. "This is your strength?" he taunted, striking again with a flurry of blows that forced Hugor to retreat. "This is what you boast about?"

But just as Voldrak was about to land another decisive hit, a sudden weakness washed over him. His muscles felt heavy, his vision blurred for a moment. He staggered back, confusion flickering across his face. His breath quickened, and he felt a strange, cold sensation creeping up his limbs, sapping his strength.

Hugor noticed the change instantly. His sneer returned, and he laughed. "Feeling it now, are we?" he mocked, his sword still glowing with an unearthly radiance. "I won even before we began!" he declared with a sly look on his face.

Voldrak's eyes widened as realization dawned. The drop from nature's spring—something was wrong with it. His strength was waning, not from the battle but from within. A trap, he thought, his mind racing to comprehend the betrayal. The dark rod in his hand trembled, the shadows around it fading as his grip weakened.

Hugor lunged forward with renewed vigor, sensing victory. Voldrak barely managed to raise his rod in time to block the strike, but the force of the blow sent him stumbling back. His heart pounded in his chest, every beat echoing the bitter truth—he had been deceived.

Even when Hugor's sword resting on his neck, Voldrak could barely muster the strength to lift a finger. A hush settled over the crowd, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Voldrak's eyes, however, did not focus on Hugor. Instead, they roamed the crowd, searching for his allies. One by one, they appeared on the pavilion, their faces filled with shock and dismay. But among them, Voldrak's gaze fell upon Indrano, who now wore a twisted sneer.

"Yes, I sold you out!" Indrano spat before Voldrak could find the strength to speak. "You might be as strong as an Inner Immortal, but you're still an Outer!" His voice was a bark, filled with contempt.

"How dare you!" Hydria shouted from a few feet away, her eyes blazing with fury as she realized why Indrano had insisted on handing the vial over to Voldrak.

"You betrayed us! You betrayed all of us!" Holtar added, her voice laced with anguish. She stood to the side, her golden robes billowing in the wind, barely covering her generous curves.

"Indrano! We trusted you!" Julivar cried out, her tone full of heartbreak, which only seemed to infuriate Indrano further.

"I saved our lives and his!" Indrano shot back, his voice heated as he faced their collective outrage. "I bargained for all our lives! Hugor swore to spare him!" He looked around at their incredulous faces, feeling the weight of their betrayal. He hadn't done it for himself; he had done it for all of them.

"I hate to break up the family," Hugor interjected, a cruel smile spreading across his face, "but I have no intention of sparing him!"

This announcement sent a shockwave through the group, especially Indrano, who looked enraged enough to draw his weapon and challenge Hugor on the spot. Yet, before he could act, Hydria was the first to move. She threw herself into Voldrak's arms, wrapping her hands around him in a desperate embrace.

But she had barely touched him when a figure appeared from behind her, yanking her away by her flowing blue hair. Voldrak's eyes flared with anger as he recognized Fiona of Flames, an Inner Immortal, who swiftly kicked Hydria to the ground. Before Hydria could even react, Fiona descended on her, fists flying with brutal precision. Blood splattered across Fiona's hands as she pummeled Hydria into the stone, a wild smile spreading across her face.

"Meat!" Fiona whispered, her gaze flicking to Voldrak, who struggled to rise but found himself powerless.

His rage boiled over as he watched his comrades—Holtar, Julivar, Indrano, and Munisex—all become surrounded, their faces grim as they realized their fate might be even worse than his. Despair gnawed at his spirit, his vision growing dim.

The last thing Voldrak saw was Hugor's face, a cold, cruel smirk playing across his lips as he raised his sword high. The blade flared with a blinding, decisive light, and Hugor brought it down with a final, crushing blow. Darkness swallowed Voldrak, and the world faded to black.

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