It seemed scripted, but it was not.
Dain Ironvalor vs Crimson Saint, part of the final survivors in the skirmish at the entrance of the Frost King's Palace.
Now, it was survive or die, no strings attached.
The icy wind howled through the Frost King's Palace, blowing flurries of snow and ash across the shattered battleground.
The once-pristine marble steps at the grand entrance were now scorched and cracked, a silent witness to a war fought by legends.
And standing amid that ruin, three titans remained.
Crimson Saint, the immovable Paladin of Scarlet Rose, his once glorious armor cracked and singed, the crimson cape torn, fluttering weakly.
Dain Ironvalor, the indomitable Paladin of Phoenix Rising, his shield barely intact, sword trembling in his hand.
And between them, gasping, bleeding and defiant, Lucien the Arclord, Phoenix Rising's Combat Mage, flickering like a candle about to be snuffed out, his HP bar hanging at a meager 7%.
There was no more dialogue. No speeches.
