Vyralthus's instincts screamed warning as Vol'zerak entered his chambers. He sensed the darkness emanating from his brother, the air thick with malevolent intent.
"I think I felt this sensation before," Vyralthus said, his voice low and cautious, "but this time, I am ready."
He turned to face Vol'zerak, his eyes locking onto the madness burning within his brother's gaze.
Vol'zerak's smile twisted, his sword flashing in the dim light. "You should have stayed out of this, Vyralthus. You should have let me rule."
With a swift strike, Vol'zerak attacked, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks.
The battle raged on, the two brothers exchanging blows, their movements lightning-fast. Vyralthus's tears flowed freely, his heart heavy with sorrow.
"Brother, why?" Vyralthus pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Why must it come to this?"
Vol'zerak's laughter was cold, his eyes blazing with hatred. "You were always the favored one, Vyralthus. Father's precious heir. But now, it's my turn."
Their swords danced, the sound of clashing steel echoing through the palace corridors. The fight spilled into the halls, demonic guards scattering as the brothers clashed.
Vyralthus stumbled, Vol'zerak's blade slicing through his armor. He cried out, pain and anguish mingling.
"Vol'zerak, stop! Please!" Vyralthus begged, his voice hoarse from screaming.
Vol'zerak's response was a vicious kick, sending Vyralthus crashing to the floor.
As Vyralthus struggled to rise, Vol'zerak's sword descended, aiming for the killing blow.
Vyralthus rolled, avoiding the strike by mere inches. His eyes locked onto Vol'zerak's, a deep sadness welling within.
"Why, brother?" Vyralthus whispered, his voice barely audible.
Vol'zerak's face contorted, his rage boiling over. "You were always in my way! Now, you'll never stand in my way again!"
The battle intensified, their movements frenzied, their blades flashing in the darkness.
Hours passed, the fight showing no signs of abating. Vyralthus's strength waned, his wounds mounting.
Vol'zerak's eyes burned with triumph, his sword raised for the final blow.
But Vyralthus refused to yield, his determination fueled by his love for their father and their empire.
With a Herculean effort, Vyralthus launched himself at Vol'zerak, their blades clashing in a final, desperate bid for supremacy.