The air within the main cabin felt suffocating, thick with ancient magic and the sharp stench of burning shadows. The once-grand chamber now stood as a corrupted reflection of its past, bathed in eerie, flickering light from torches burning with unnatural blue flames. Dark tapestries lined the walls, depicting conquest and suffering, their threads pulsing faintly as if still alive. Beneath Hatim's feet, the black and red tiled floor shifted subtly, as though the ground itself was restless.
Jabar stood at the center.
Still.
Dominating everything.
His eyes burned with a cruel, victorious glow, his tall figure wrapped in black robes marked with silver sigils that seemed to consume the light itself. A slow, arrogant smile spread across his face.
Jabar (low, amused):
"So… you finally made it, Hatim."
Hatim stepped forward, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
Hatim (cold, controlled):
"I didn't come here to talk."
His sword faintly glowed with light as he raised it.
Jabar let out a soft chuckle.
Jabar (mocking):
"Straight to killing intent… just like your father."
A pause.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh wait… he couldn't even survive me."
Hatim's grip tightened.
A flash of anger crossed his face.
Hatim (angry, shaking):
"Don't… talk about him."
Jabar smiled wider.
Enjoying it.
Jabar (calm, cruel):
"You fight well, Hatim…"
He took a slow step forward. The air grew heavier.
"But tell me…"
Hatim didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Jabar (voice darkening):
"Did you truly believe… you could defeat me?"
Hatim lifted his sword fully now, light flickering stronger.
Hatim (firm, intense):
"I don't believe."
A step forward.
"I know… I will kill you."
For a brief second—
Silence.
Then Jabar laughed.
Deep.
Cold.
Jabar (amused, almost impressed):
"Such confidence…"
Dark energy began to swirl around his hand.
"But you are nothing more than a fragile flame…"
He moved closer.
Each step heavier than the last.
Hatim's aura flared in response, light pushing back the darkness.
Hatim (shouting):
"Then try and extinguish me!"
Jabar's eyes flashed.
Dangerous.
"…standing against a storm that will erase you."
He raised his hand, darkness gathering violently.
Then, leaning slightly forward—
Jabar (whispering, deadly):
"…and your light?"
A pause.
A cruel smile.
"It is nothing but a flicker…"
Hatim's grip tightened, his light intensifying.
Jabar (final, overwhelming):
"…destined to be swallowed by the inferno of my power." 🔥**