The battlefield, once a ruined city, had transformed into a vast expanse of shattered earth. Stone, dust, and debris lay strewn in every direction, the air still vibrating faintly from the recent clashes.
At the center of this chaos stood two figures facing each other without a hint of retreat. Their mere presence weighed heavily on the surroundings, as if the very space struggled to contain them.
Valeria held her blade slightly lowered at her side, breathing steadily. Her crimson hair floated gently in the disturbed air while her sharp gaze remained fixed on Riven. She observed every subtle movement and shift in his stance with calm intensity.
Opposite her stood Riven, sword tilted downward, his posture relaxed yet ready. A faint grin lingered on his face, but there was now a deeper intensity in his eyes, a seriousness that suggested he could no longer afford to hold back.
