The End of Golind The Giant

As the dark druid stands up, Daimon concentrates his power into a single location. He puts all his concentration into making the water sharp, strong, sturdy — like how the other Sorcerers turned water sturdy. Like mud, like blood.

“Pierce.” Daimon murmured. And soon he was able to conjure a water thick, flexible and much like blood. Red and black. And soon, he turned it into a sword.

"Now you die..." He said as he stared at the dark druid. He pushed his hand and the blade pierced Dah from the Frey, hitting the chest.

The sword digs in deeper, drawing even more blood. “GAH!” The dark druid shrieks as the blade pushes against his chest, the tip of the blade bursting from his back.

“YES!” Gwendolyn cheered.

But then, the dark druid did something unexpected. Doing something that turned their battle around. He absorbed the sword.

Daimon released the power, so that the dark druid wouldn't be able to absorb the entire sword.

Gwendolyn gritted her teeth and looked at Dah from the Frey on
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