Chapter 62

Garrick lunged forward, his shadow daggers flashing in the absolute darkness. He couldn't see anything beyond the faint glow of his own weapons. Storm's voice echoed throughout the void, coming from every direction at once, adding to the disorientation.

"You think you're the only one who can play with shadows?" Storm's voice taunted. "You can't even tell which way is up, can you?"

Garrick tightened his grip on the daggers, feeling the cold metal in his hands. He had been the strongest among The Magebreakers, the most feared. But now, with his mana depleted and his senses dulled by the oppressive darkness, fear started to creep into his heart.

"Where are you?" he shouted, spinning in circles, trying to pinpoint the source of Storm's voice.

"Right here," Storm replied, his voice soft but cutting through the void like a blade. Suddenly, Storm's transparent-like mana flared up, illuminating the blackness. Garrick caught a glimpse of him, then he was gone again, like a phantom in the night
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