Khalid POV

The night felt heavy, like a weight of expectation hanging in the air. The sound of swords clashing filled the darkness, creating a powerful rhythm that seemed to pulse through the quiet.

It was as if the night itself was holding its breath, waiting for the outcome of the intense struggle.

The moonlight, like a shiny thread woven through the dark fabric of the night, gently touched the sharp edge of my blade.

It created a magical glow that seemed to move and flicker with each skilled block against Mark’s determined attacks.

The collisions of our weapons ignited a shower of fiery sparks, like fleeting stars born from...