RISE OF THE ORIGINAL; Battle Of Realms

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the earth's crust, the impact

oss the scorched terrain, jagged roc

er head collided with a sharp boulder, a

the gash of her temple, painting the r

l in desperate uneven heaves as she stru

ody writhing as she fought against pain a

the hot, unforgiving earth, her fingers clawi

strain, but still, she wil

dark and oppressive as the tower

little light remained and a faint s

ce pressed down on her, s

and broken, her strength dr

h above its head, ready to deliver a death

bling hands began to move, driven by

the dirt, her fingers stretched out t

n coursing through her b

d erratic as the shadow of th

trike her before she could reach the

still guided her hands, inching

eaching her ears, her fingers graze the cold ste

ed a guttural echo of malice before driving

prawling. Her body crumpled h

her as she hit the ground, ch

arp and unrelenting. She gasped fo

, her vision swimming as she fixed her gaze on th

aintly in a dim light, a glim

his h

the heavy, deliberate thuds of th

h her, a harbinger of an end s

hands drop to the dirt, the strength to

to the side. Her vision

ner of her cracked lips, pooling

r on her tongue, mingling wit

ed for the inevitable, her battered body betrayi

que form casting a long shadow as it ra

in the dim light, poised to d

en a sudden, sharp hum cut through the air, vibrating like a

and the impact of force reverberated throu

ce that eclipsed the sight of his grip on the blade. The intricate symbol pulsed

he newfound power coursed through him,

s edge as he shifted into a low, agile stance. The movement was flui

retched, and his palm slammed against the Golmor's coarse,

s body, its massive frame jerking backwar

low casting shadows that danced wildly around them, hint

gh the air with a deafening roar. The force of his attack blasted the g

deliberate and unyielding as he fo

d a deadly arc into the air, its edge glowin

as the arc of his strike burned brightly, t

rippled outward, sending a f

esque twitching as the impa

creature's body, carried by fierce gusts of

the heavy axe slipped from his grasp and

it left jagged dents in the soil, as a silent te

illness, the Golmor's t

vered upper half tilting forward before co

ed from the wound, pooling

filled the air, mingling with the dust

drip of green blood and the faint hum of the blade, sti

rus and Elena's side was that some big old

e knew they were fr

oke up and realised that she had lost

y, better get up on your feet and fi

nce in his palm and gentl

sponded to anyone touching her with swift an

e. Her body, usually a vessel of unparalleled strength and a

hest, a surge of unfamiliar

ing ancient and powerful had invaded her ver

ieving eyes locked onto him as she lay he

her weakened frame as t

ing force. To her astonishment, the weakness that ha

ke a tide return

her body knit together a

uneasy. Her mind raced to comprehend the my

ho is t

my and now he has become an al

ree, unconscious and utterly unaware of the carnage unfolding below. The shockwaves of explosions that h

ed open. His vision blurred at first, and he blinked

lection of how he had ended up there, hanging precar

him gave way, and he tumbled t

slowly and pressing a hand to his chest. His breathing was la

surface. The sudden, devastating attack. Realization

ion flickered acros