Izlas drew his sword and sneered at Aragon, "You are very arrogant, and now you need to die." Aragon turned his gaze towards Izlas, sizing him up for a moment before responding, "And you are?" Izlas retorted, "You don't need to know."
Merlena, consumed by anger, interjected with a sharp tone, "That's it, I'm going to kill all of you bastards!" Javorne smirked, taunting her, "Look around you, Merlena. Do you truly think you can kill us?" The remnants of soldiers, along with Gwychards and Javorne, moved away from the impending clash, leaving only Aragon, and Merlena, a few feet away from Izlas.
Aragon took a decisive stance, pointing his sword directly at Izlas.
The air crackled with intense energy as Izlas's body began to radiate a pulsating blue aura, enveloping him with a captivating glow. The raw power emanating from him was palpable, and Merlena could sense the growing intensity. Sensing the impending danger, Aragon cautioned Merlena, "Move away from here."
