Grey's knife came slicing through the air in a deadly arc, aimed directly at Aziel's exposed position. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the blade descended, its razor-sharp edge promising swift and decisive victory for the cocky Pathfinder.
Aziel's defenses had completely crumbled under Grey's relentless assault. His breathing came in ragged gasps, sweat beading on his forehead as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him. The spear in his hands felt impossibly heavy, his muscles screaming in protest from the prolonged combat. Every fiber of his being ached from the punishment he'd endured, yet something deep within refused to surrender.
The panic in Aziel's eyes was unmistakable as the knife inched closer to his face, each fraction of a second stretching into an eternity. His heart hammered against his ribcage like a caged bird desperate for freedom, the sound of his own pulse drowning out the hushed murmurs of the crowd.
