Sweat soaked his forehead, muscles tensed to the limit, yet the flame within his heart continued to burn fiercely.
Every sword slash was imbued with irreversible determination, every spell cast poured forth all faith and power.
He knew this was a protracted battle, a test of the limits of willpower, an endurance boundary against calamity!
Meanwhile, the massive polluted amalgamation kept tearing its limbs apart, spewing out even more intense black mist, while invisible spiritual attacks frequently struck at his mental defenses, causing waves of severe pain in his mind.
Yet despite this, he continued to hold his ground, unwilling to back down:
"I... the Silver Moon Knight Order... will never fall!" His voice reverberated through the silent death domain, "You cannot destroy the purest star within my heart!"
The battle unfolded into an intense symphony within the torrents of time: sword blades cutting through the air, igniting sparks; Frost Runes freezing the gloomy clouds;
