Lucas, fueled by a mix of determination and urgency, seized the moment of vulnerability. With a swift and decisive movement, he brought his sword down, the blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. Caster, still off balance, attempted to defend himself, but it was too late.
-Swoosh!, -Slash!
"Ha"
The blade found its mark, piercing through Caster's defences and striking true. A pained gasp escaped Caster's lips as the sword penetrated his side. The room fell into a heavy silence as the two adversaries locked eyes, the weight of their choices echoing in the stillness.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze as Caster's body absorbed the impact of the fatal blow.
-Thud!
As Caster crumpled to the ground, the room was engulfed in an eerie quiet. The battle that had raged with such intensity had reached its grim conclusion. The once imposing figure of Caster lay defeated, and the shadows of the abandoned factory seemed to cast a sombre cloak over the scene.
