The storm ends: A monarch's awakening part one
Argon's malevolent laughter echoed through the crumbling anthill as he held Leona aloft by her neck. His grip was like a vice, and Leona's feeble attempts to break free were in vain.
Her body, battered and broken from their relentless battle, could offer no resistance.
"Look at you now," Argon sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "A pitiful insect, just as I always knew you were."
The once fierce guardian, her eyes now dulled with exhaustion and pain, dangled helplessly in the grasp of her relentless foe. Her gasps for breath were shallow and ragged, and her vision blurred as darkness threatened to consume her.
Argon's sinister enjoyment was palpable as he stared into Leona's eyes, once filled with determination but now glazed over with defeat. "You thought you could challenge me?" he taunted. "This has been fun for me but, I think its about time I get what we came for."