Far away from the human camp, far from Amon's desperate struggle. The dark forest was being torn apart by another battle.
A battle between monsters. Galahad and Vaelrix Nocthar were still fighting.
The ground around them was no longer recognizable as forest land. Trees had been split in half, some burned, some crushed into splinters.
Deep cracks ran across the earth like scars. The air itself trembled, heavy with pressure. Shockwaves through the forest.
Clang!
A deafening sound rang out as two blades met.
Galahad's massive greatsword collided with Vaelrix's long sword. Sparks exploded between them like small stars.
The shockwave from the clash blasted outward, flattening grass and throwing broken branches into the air.
Galahad slid back half a step, boots digging into the soil.
Vaelrix was pushed back farther, his heels carving lines into the ground before he steadied himself.
Both warriors stood facing each other.
