Capítulo 18: Chapter 18: Battle Between Beasts End
The desert stretched endlessly, its dunes shimmering under the relentless glare of the sun. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the guttural hiss of the giant spider. Battered and bloodied, the creature stood firm, drawing on reserves of strength Kael had never seen before. Its many eyes glinted with a fiery resolve, and the sound it made reverberated through the barren wasteland like a war cry.
Kael, crouched behind a jagged outcrop of stone. His fingers clenched tightly around the edge of his hiding place as he peered out, his none existing heart pounding in rhythm with the battle unfolding before him. The spider was magnificent a force of nature. To Kael, it was like witnessing a duel that people would pay with their lives to see.
"This is so peak," he whispered to himself, the words barely audible over the chaos.
Suddenly, the spider surged forward, its massive legs slamming into the sand with thunderous force. It moved with renewed ferocity, a blur of speed and power, each strike a testament to its unyielding will. Kael's body tensed as he watched it retaliate against the swarm of smaller spiders that circled it. The sand beneath them churned, clouds of dust rising into the sweltering air.
"Yeah, that's it," Kael muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and exhilaration. "Kill them all!"
The sun glinted off the spider's exoskeleton, its surface slick with blood, both its own and its enemies'. Each swipe of its spiked limbs sent smaller spiders tumbling, their bodies crunching audibly against the ground. Kael leaned forward instinctively. The creature's movement was mesmerizing.
The tide of battle shifted. Kael's admiration for the giant spider deepened as it clawed its way to dominance, turning the swarm into a scattering of lifeless bodies. Sand sprayed into the air. The desert wind carried the acrid scent of blood, mingling with the dry, metallic tang of the spider's labored hissing.
And then, silence.
As the dust settled, the battlefield came into focus. The golden sands, once pristine, were now stained crimson and littered with mangled carcasses. The giant spider stood amidst the carnage, its legs trembling under its own weight. Blood dripped steadily from its wounds, pooling around its claws. Each movement it made was labored, its body swaying slightly as if the wind itself might topple it.
Kael's grip on his scythe tightened, as he stared at the creature, its many eyes glinting faintly in the fading sunlight. Pain and resilience radiated from its every motion. He felt something stir within him a mixture of admiration and sorrow for this beast that had fought so fiercely against overwhelming odds.
He shifted his weight, the sound of his skeletal legs crunching softly against the sand breaking the eerie stillness. Should he strike it down now, while it was weakened? Or should he leave it to its fate in the unforgiving desert?
Kael's mind raced. Without the swarm to shield it, the spider was now a solitary figure in a brutal, unrelenting landscape. Vulnerable. The pull he felt toward the creature surprised him a kinship born of shared survival. He knew what it was like to fight, to endure. Yet the thought of sparing it churned uneasily in his chest.
His scythe caught the light as he adjusted his grip, the metal gleaming menacingly.
"In the end, one of us will have to die," he murmured, "And that will not be me."
Kael stepped forward. The hot wind brushed against his face, carrying with it the smell of blood and sand. His fingers flexed around the scythe's handle.
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