Athena stood tall, her sword at the ready. The infected Lucas charged towards her, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity. She dodged his initial attack with ease, her movements fluid and graceful.
"Lucas, snap out of it!" she shouted, her voice piercing through the darkness. "Fight the infection, not me!"
Lucas's response was a snarl, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. Athena parried each blow with skill, her own sword flashing in the moonlight.
"You're stronger than this, Lucas," she said, her words laced with conviction. "Don't let the Order control you!"
For a moment, Lucas's eyes flickered, a glimmer of recognition sparking within. But the infection quickly consumed him again, his face twisting into a snarl.
Athena took advantage of the momentary
