The battle between Ezra and Marcus was a terrifying spectacle. The clash of their swords echoed like thunder, and bursts of magic lit up the field at blinding intervals. Both fought with a ferocity that only brothers with years of resentment could muster. Ezra, despite being injured, refused to give up ground. But Marcus... Marcus was stronger and faster, and seemed to relish every moment of the fight.
Fire and ice collided in the air, creating a thick vapor that made the combatants appear like spectral shadows in a nightmare.
Marcus smirked maliciously as he managed to disarm Ezra, sending his sword flying. Without mercy, Marcus delivered a precise thrust that grazed Ezra’s ribs, cutting through flesh and muscle. Though the wound didn’t hit any vital organs, blood poured from his side,
