The fight had already begun, but something felt off.
Rohan stood in front, facing the creatures. Their movements were strange—unnatural, almost calculated. The ground beneath them felt unstable, as if this stage itself was testing them.
Aarav stepped forward slightly and said,
"You were not bad."
Rohan didn't look back.
"Yes… you came."
Aarav crossed his arms, watching carefully.
"Oh? Yes. Thanks, this sword is useful."
Rohan looked at his weapon for a moment, then said,
"Nice step, bro. I will handle this… and all of you monsters together."
The creatures growled louder, reacting to his words.
Aarav narrowed his eyes.
"It's the time to doubt the sword."
Rohan shook his head slowly.
"No… I understand. This sword comes to its own condition."
The air became heavier. Even Aarav could feel it now.
Rohan continued, his voice more serious,
"And the more I use this with force, the enemy speed increases. The sword feels like a curse… but when I was observing carefully, I came to this."
Aarav frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Rohan took a step forward.
"To use the sword, I have to control it… not depend on it."
For a moment, silence.
Then suddenly—
The monsters attacked again.
This time, faster than before.
Aarav instantly realized,
"They got faster…"
Rohan tightened his grip.
"I knew it."
One monster rushed straight toward him while the other tried to flank from the side.
Rohan didn't panic.
Instead of swinging wildly, he slowed down.
He watched.
He calculated.
The first monster attacked—
Rohan stepped aside at the perfect moment.
The second one jumped—
Rohan turned and blocked, but didn't push forward.
Aarav's eyes widened slightly.
"He changed…"
Rohan exhaled slowly.
"No more rushing."
The sword in his hand felt different now—not heavier, not lighter… but calmer.
The monsters attacked again, but this time—
Rohan was ready.