The clash of our forces against Damian's unstoppable might is nothing short of cataclysmic. Everywhere I turn, the battlefield roils with the screams of the wounded, the bellows of raging combatants, and the discordant clangs of steel meeting steel.
Ryder and I fight side-by-side, our blades whirling in a desperate dance to fend off Damian's relentless advance. But for every rebel that falls to his dark power, two more seem to take their place, driven by unflagging determination.
"You cannot win this day, wretch!" Damian roars, his voice shaking the very air. "Your pathetic resistance ends here and now!"
With a deafening boom, he unleashes another shockwave of pure force, flinging rebels in all directions like broken leaves on the wind. I grit my teeth and dig my feet into the churned e
