Evans swung his sword through the village square with all the strength he could manage. The form twisted and writhed, avoiding his strikes with unnatural speed. The glowing eyes fixed on him, shining with malice.
"You cannot win this fight," the creature hissed, its voice echoing in the air around them. "The darkness has already claimed you." Evans clinched his teeth, refusing to yield to the fear eating away at his stomach. Again, Evans swung his sword, catching the creature's arm this time. The blade cut through the shadowy form, and for a moment, it faltered, but then the darkness reassembled, the wound closing almost in an instant. The soldiers ringed the creature, their swords drawn, but were hesitant. None of them knew how to fight this thing. It wasn't like any enemy they had ever faced. It was made out of shadow, something beyond their understanding. Jorin moved beside Evans, his sword raised. "We can't fight it
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Evans was silent afterward, his chest heaving with every breath that seemed to shake him. The shadow had gone, leaving the air still and cold, but the discomfort in his chest just refused to dissipate. Slowly, he sheathed his sword, the sound of steel ringing against the scabbard like the last note in some long-forgotten song. Around him, the forest seemed exhaled, too, the weight of the shadow lifted, if only for a moment. Yet the fight was not over. The titterings in his head, so soft now as if it was only an echo of an echo, reminded him of the worst foe that was yet to come: the crown. Kept well and tight deep inside the Astera castle vaults, it always waited. While it was, the darkness could never be truly overcome. He knew what had to be done. The crown needed to be destroyed, no matter the cost. Jorin and the soldiers carefully emerged from the edge of the forest. The faces of the soldiers were grim but relieved, though their ey
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