Broken Promise

The man's movements became a blur as he relentlessly attacked Xander, his dark intentions manifesting in each strike. Xander, still recovering from the initial blow, struggled to defend himself.

"You're just a weakling," the man sneered, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "You've barely scratched the surface of your power. With me, you could rule this wretched world."

As he spoke, he seized a burning torch from a nearby sconce, swinging it at Xander like a makeshift weapon. Flames licked at the air, creating a fiery arc aimed directly at Xander's face.

Xander's instincts kicked in, and he barely managed to dodge the searing attack, feeling the heat singe his cheek as the torch whizzed past.

The man was relentless. He lunged forward, a jagged shard of metal from a broken cauldron in his hand, slashing at Xander's chest. Xander twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, but a sharp pain seared through his side as the improvised weapon grazed him.

Gritting his teeth, Xand
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