Eryndor Vs Lucia (2)

Beneath a sky burdened by the clamor of war, Eryndor stood unwavering, his gaze piercing through the turmoil with unwavering resolve. The battlefield around him was a blur of motion and chaos, but his focus remained sharp, targeted. The weight of his responsibility pressed down upon him, tightening his voice as he murmured to himself through gritted teeth, "This ends now, by my hand, no matter the cost."

Taking a moment to center himself amidst the chaos, Eryndor drew a long, deep breath, his chest rising prominently against his armor. He then slowly raised his sword towards the heavens, commanding the celestial energies with both grace and authority. His voice rose in a powerful chant, echoing over the din of battle, "Heavens, align your might with my cause, grant me the power to vanquish my foe!" Light cascaded down like a celestial waterfall, converging around the blade, which began to glow intensely, a beacon amidst the shadows of conflict.