Why do you fight? What brought you here?

The battle between Strax and Kryssia continued to escalate, each strike and block echoing like thunder across the battlefield.

They moved like blurs in the air, Kryssia's feet floating with grace as her blades danced around her like a whirlwind of steel and death.

Strax, in turn, wielded his massive sword with surprising precision, as if perfectly in tune with the very rhythm of the fight.

I'm starting to run out of energy... with Persephone's help, the one minute I had is lasting much longer than expected.

The ground around them was a landscape of destruction—craters opened by blows, shattered stones, and the air thick with the tension of battle.

Kryssia's excitement only grew, fueled by the power that Strax was showing. He was no longer the weak and uncertain opponent she had faced before. Now, he was a force to be reckoned with.