Blood fuelled rage

Lucian laughed, a dark, mocking sound that echoed through the hall. He drew his sword, a wicked blade that glinted in the dim light.

"You'll try, but you'll fail. Just like all the others."

The clock was ticking. Alex had 2.5 hours to save 30,000 lives. He couldn't afford to waste any time. With a deep breath, he activated his Phoenix Fury technique, feeling the power surge through him. His body glowed with a fiery aura, the flames of his talent enhancing his strength and speed. His sword ignited, the blade wreathed in intense flames.

With a burst of speed, Alex lunged at Lucian, his flame-imbued sword slicing through the air. Lucian barely had time to react, parrying the strike with his own blade. The force of the impact sent sparks flying, the sound of clashing steel reverberating through the hall.