Victory

Cruzer didn't let him finish. With a quick, decisive movement, he raised his hand and cast Mudwall, raising a barrier of earth between himself and Nathan. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it would buy him enough time to disengage and prevent any further conflict.

As the wall of earth solidified, Cruzer sheathed his sword, taking a moment to catch his breath. His body ached, and his mind was clouded with fatigue, but he had won.

Elara was incapacitated, and without her leadership and magic, the other factions wouldn't be able to mount a coordinated attack.

Cruzer leaned against the freshly raised Mudwall, feeling the exhaustion weighing on him. His muscles ached from the extended fight, and his mana reserves were running dangerously low.

The brief respite was all he needed to recalibrate and come up with a plan, but first, he had to recover.