For the soldiers who were watching, it was a breathtaking sight. The sheer force of Varric's magical surge was palpable, sending ripples through the air that could be felt by everyone nearby. The soldiers who had brought the axe could only watch in awe, their faces were reflecting a mix of reverence and fear.
Even Lord Thane, who had been so confident moments ago, took a hesitant step back, a frown deepening on his face as he realized the gravity of the situation.
The clash between Lord Varric and Lord Thane was nothing short of cataclysmic. The battlefield, already scarred and battered, now became the stage for a brutal display of power and skill. Their weapons collided with a resounding crash, the force of each blow sending shockwaves through the air. At first, the fight seemed evenly matched—two masters of their craft locked in a deadly dance.