It's over

"Well, I thought you'd never as—"

**Swoosshh!**

Before Osborne could finish his words, Silas closed the gap between them with blinding speed. His scythe, sharp and menacing, sliced through the air toward Osborne in a deadly arc. At the very last second, Osborne managed to raise his blade, blocking the lethal strike.

**CLANG!**

The clash rang out like a thunderclap, reverberating through the area. Osborne staggered backward, his boots scraping harshly against the ground as he struggled to regain balance.

'What's with his strength? Just what kind of monster are you, Griswold?!' Osborne screamed internally, his mind racing to comprehend the sheer force behind the attack.

Gritting his teeth, Osborne steadied himself, determination flaring in his eyes. He refused to falter. Without hesitation, he surged forward, his movements swift and calculated.