Dance of darkness
Elena’s blade clashed against Damien’s with a sound that echoed like thunder across the battlefield. Sparks flew from the impact as they pushed against each other, their faces inches apart. “I underestimated you,” Damien said with a twisted grin. “You’ve learned to wield the darkness… but do you really think you can control it?” Elena’s eyes burned with black fire as she shoved him back with a burst of raw power. “I’m not here to control it—I’m here to end you.” Damien laughed, a deep, menacing sound. “We’ll see about that.” He vanished in a blur of speed, reappearing behind her with his blade aimed for her back. But Elena was ready. She spun around, blocking his strike and unleashing a wave of dark energy that sent him skidding backward. Around them, the battle raged on. Se
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