Varyn stood his ground, desperation clouding his eyes as he gathered the last of his remaining strength. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his legs trembled under the strain of the battle.
But despite the exhaustion threatening to overwhelm him, he refused to bow to defeat. He couldn't—his pride wouldn't allow it.
Gritting his teeth, he lifted his sword one final time, his voice hoarse as he shouted, "Iron Gale Strike!"
The shout echoed through the arena, drawing gasps and murmurs from the crowd. Varyn focused the swirling energy of his Iron Tempest into a single point, the blade of his sword glowing as the gathered force hummed with power.
"I'll end this!" Varyn roared, his face twisted in determination. With one swift, decisive motion, he unleashed the attack, sending a deadly, cutting strike hurtling toward Lucy, the very air screaming as it tore forward like a raging storm.