Fighting Varaxos

Cruzer's grip tightened on the Abyssal Shardblade as Varaxos' haunting voice reverberated through the cavern.

His eyes darted between the skeletal figure and the army of puppets, their movements becoming more coordinated with each passing second. There was no hesitation in his voice as he responded.

"Never."

The air between them crackled with tension, the weight of the confrontation palpable. Varaxos let out another low, guttural laugh.

"So be it, boy. You shall suffer until your body crumbles, and then, like all before you, you will become mine."

Without further warning, the remaining puppets surged forward, faster and stronger than before.

Their eyes, once a dull blue, now burned with an intense, malevolent glow. Cruzer could sense the dark magic coursing through them, giving them an unnatural strength.

"Elara, keep those puppets off me!" Cruzer barked, his gaze never leaving Varaxos.