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Darius tightly gripped his giant axe and struggled to walk in the direction of retreat. The fierce storm made his steps unsteady, each one feeling like a difficult tug-of-war with the forces of nature. The storm's raging winds completely obscured his surroundings, leaving him with only a blurry white expanse in front of him, filled with snowflakes and ice crystals whipped up by the storm.
He strained to keep his eyes open, but the strong wind, mixed with ice and snow, pelted his face, making it nearly impossible to see ahead. He could only rely on his intuition and the judgment honed through years of battlefield experience, moving forward slowly but resolutely.
Darius felt as if he were being swallowed up in an endless white vortex. The intense storm completely obscured his surroundings, making it impossible for him to discern any direction, and even his own hands were barely visible. The storm brought not only fierce winds and heavy snow, but also a profound, inescapable darkness that weighed heavily on him.
Whenever he tried to focus his gaze and find a point of reference or direction, the storm would forcefully push his vision back, as if to tell him that there was no way out, only endless white and darkness.
This feeling made Darius somewhat uneasy, to the point where he even momentarily doubted whether he was still in the human world. But he quickly dispelled this thought because he knew that this was exactly what the storm wanted him to do - to lose his direction and fall into despair.
He tightly grasped the handle of the giant axe, using it as his fulcrum and support. Even though he couldn't see ahead, he could feel the presence of the giant axe, which gave him a kind of strength - a strength that allowed him to find direction and hope even in this unseen world.
Just like that, Darius continued to move forward in this storm-covered world. Even though he couldn't see ahead, his heart was filled with an unwavering determination and courage. Because he knew that only in this way could he find the way out, find the place that would allow him to see the light of day again.
Darius struggled to move forward in this white chaos, with each step feeling like a struggle of strength against the storm. Just then, he felt a different airflow approaching from behind, unlike the storm. His intuition told him that this was definitely not a good sign.
He swiftly turned around, and the giant axe slashed through the air like lightning, colliding fiercely with the approaching object. A stream of fresh blood gushed from the point of impact, but in the extreme cold and fierce wind, the blood almost immediately turned into ice crystals, carried away by the wind and disappearing into the endless white snow.
Darius stared intently ahead, even in such an environment, he could still see those deep blue pupils. It was Gragas, his enemy, the only presence he could recognize in this storm.
"Here you are again, Gragas," Darius growled softly, his voice almost swallowed by the storm, but he knew Gragas could hear him.
At that moment, the two locked eyes once more, and even in the storm that could consume everything, they could both feel the strong will and power emanating from each other. This was a clash not just of bodies, but of hearts and wills, and in that moment, they both understood that this battle was far from over.
Gragas walked over empty-handed, his huge hammer lost somewhere in Darius's recent counterattack. But this did not diminish his momentum in the slightest. His steps remained firm, each one leaving a deep imprint as if on icy ground. His face was filled with an almost tangible anger and determination, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Watching all of this, Darius couldn't help but feel a hint of respect. He had proven his strength and courage in numerous battles, but even he had to admit how astonishing Gragas's willpower was in this moment. It wasn't just physical strength, but also a mental perseverance and unyielding courage, a determination to never back down even in the direst of circumstances.
"You are a stubborn guy, Gragas," Darius thought to himself. He knew that such an enemy was the most difficult to deal with and also the most worthy of respect. He tightened the huge axe in his hand, feeling the cold touch on the handle, which made him more alert and focused, ready to face the next round of battle.
Gragas finally walked up to Darius. Their eyes locked tightly together once again. At this moment, all words and explanations seemed unnecessary, because they both knew that only battle could truly resolve the conflicts and disputes between them. This was a way to prove themselves with life and sweat, as well as the most primitive and direct form of dialogue.
The storm continued to rage around them, but in this moment, they seemed to have forgotten its existence. Because in their eyes, there was only each other, only this imminent battle of life and death.
Gragas stood before Darius, his gaze as deep and cold as a frozen lake. His heart was filled with anger, but this anger was not just directed at the enemy before him. He was angry at this senseless war, angry at the meaningless sacrifices, angry at this sudden, unexpected storm.
He thought of the land of Freljord, the homes destroyed by war, the children who lost their loved ones, and the warriors who sacrificed themselves to protect the land. Each scene was like a sharp dagger, deeply piercing his heart.
He also thought of this storm, clearly not a product of nature, but intentionally caused by someone. This made him even more angry because it was not only disrespectful to the warriors, but also a desecration of nature and the land of Freljord.
All these thoughts rushed to his mind in an instant, causing his anger to reach a new height. But he knew that anger couldn't solve the problem. Only through battle could he find the answer, find a way out.
So, he stared intensely at Darius, his fists clenched tightly despite not having a giant hammer in his hand. He was ready to use his own strength to end it all, regardless of the outcome.
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