Alex met his gaze, unwavering. "You have chosen your path, and now you shall face the consequences." The air crackled with tension as the two forces readied for a climactic clash—the cold, unyielding frost against the dark, malevolent shadows.
Liebbe brandished his sword, its dark blade gleaming ominously in the fading light. "What is it? Scared?" he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "This sword is haunted by a former demon king, you know? Its power flows through me, and it thirsts for the blood of the unworthy!"
The blade pulsed with a sinister energy, shadows swirling around it like a living entity. Liebbe raised the sword high, channeling the dark essence of the demon king within, and swung it down toward Alex with all his might.
The air crackled as the sword sliced through the atmosphere, leaving a trail of malevolent energy in its wake. Alex's icy demeanor remained unchanged as he swiftly conjured a barrier of ancient ice to intercept the attack.
