The chamber erupted into chaos as the Breakers surged forward, their movements fluid and fast. Cyril's sword clashed against the first Breaker's blade with a deafening ring, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through his body. He gritted his teeth, pushing forward, refusing to allow them to overwhelm him. He had to hold them off. He had to buy Ivy enough time to awaken the heart.
The Breaker he faced was tall, his face obscured by a hood, but his eyes—those burning amber eyes—locked onto Cyril's with chilling focus. This one wasn't just a soldier; he was something more. Every movement was deliberate, and every strike came with the intent to kill.
Cyril ducked under a swing and countered with a strike to the Breaker's side, but the man was quick, dodging with inhuman agility and r
