Capítulo 543: Overgrown Jungle of Sensikism

His desperation is palpable as he thrusts the knife in my direction. I react with instinctual grace, sidestepping his attack with a deftness that only an elf possesses. The blade, a mere hair's breadth away, misses its mark, and the cavern's eerie silence is broken only by the tense sound of the blade slicing through the air.

The boy, fueled by a raw determination to survive, stumbles past me, and I seize the opportunity to counter his attack. With a swift, calculated kick, I send him sprawling to the rocky ground, his small form colliding with the unforgiving stone floor. His knife clatters away, the metallic sound echoing through the chamber.

He rises, his once-wide smile now twisted in a snarl of determination, and he comes at me again, undeterred by his earlier failure. Our movements become a deadly ballet in the cavern's eerie, dimly lit space, a grim struggle between two beings who have been pushed to their limits.