The Man in Black

Eamon’s POV:

The chaos of battle engulfed the battlefield, and I found myself locked in a deadly duel with a formidable opponent. Each clash of our swords reverberated through the air, filling the space with an intensity that matched the fire in my veins. In the heat of war, sentimentality had no place.

Amidst the swirling chaos, a face emerged from the enemy ranks that stirred a flicker of recognition within me. It was Fenton! Fighting alongside Lorendale. Hatred coursed through my veins, fueling my every strike. The memories of betrayal and abandonment resurfaced, igniting a rage that burned hotter than the fires of battle.

Our swords clashed in a symphony of steel, the weight of each strike propelled by calculated precision. "I never thought I'd see the day when you would stoop so low, Fenton," I hissed, my voice laced with venom. "Joining forces with the likes of Lorendale? You've become the very embodiment of treachery."