The rain slicked the cobblestones as Kael kicked open the temple door, his sword already drawn. Shadows flickered along the walls, cast by braziers burning with sickly green flames. The sorcerer knelt before a levitating orb, tendrils of black magic pouring from it into his outstretched hands. Without hesitation, Kael charged.
The sorcerer turned, a guttural chant spilling from his lips. Chains of fire erupted from the floor, snaking toward Kael, but he leaped, twisting mid-air to land a solid blow against the nearest brazier. The green flames dimmed, and the chains faltered—but only briefly.
“Persistence won’t save you,” the sorcerer hissed.
Kael tightened his grip on his blade. He wasn’t here for glory—only vengeance. As the chains lashed out again, he dropped his sword and yanked free a vial from his belt, tossing it into the orb. The glass shattered, and a flash of silver light cracked through the chamber.
The sorcerer screamed, his spell unraveling—yet the orb pulsed violently. Kael dove behind a pillar as it exploded, sending shards of dark energy ricocheting.
When the dust cleared, the temple stood silent. The sorcerer was gone, his body disintegrated. Kael staggered to his feet, retrieving his blade. The orb’s remains glimmered faintly, mocking him. His revenge was won, but the magic had scarred his arm, black veins already spreading. Kael cursed softly. Victory always came at a price.
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