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Finally, the moment of the decisive battle has arrived. I had arranged to meet Eric in an abandoned castle, nestled within a dense forest, rich in history and shrouded in mystery. It is said that the castle's history dates back hundreds of years, and my family once fought many great battles here.
Inside the castle, remnants of mysterious magical circles and traps remain—legends I had heard in the past. Now, I was about to confront Eric in this legendary place. This was not just a contest of strength but also a battle of wills.
At the entrance of the castle, I encountered Eric. His demeanor remained cold, with a cunning glint in his eyes. When our gazes locked, I felt as if I were looking at my past self—the innocent girl I once was. But this time, I was no longer the naive girl betrayed; I was a warrior determined to seek revenge.
Eric smirked at me dismissively, as if he didn't regard me as a threat at all. He approached confidently, ready to defeat me once more. "Long time no see, Isabelle," Eric's voice dripped with disdain and mockery. "You really are tenacious to have the courage to face me." His eyes were filled with contempt, as if he believed I was already in his grasp.
But I was no longer the little girl he could easily deceive. I stared at him coldly, my heart brimming with anger and hatred. "Of course I have courage," my voice was firm and powerful. "This time, I'm going to make you pay for your past debts."
Eric paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. His laughter was filled with derision and scorn, as if he had just heard the greatest joke. "Pay back debts?" Eric's eyes were full of disdain. "What makes you think you can?"
I did not respond; instead, I silently drew a dagger from my waist. My movements were slow yet resolute, the blade's cold gleam particularly striking in the dim light of the castle.
Eric's expression turned serious as he also drew his weapon, preparing to meet my challenge. Thus began our fierce battle within the castle's walls.
The castle was dimly lit, and the air was thick with decay and mystery. We clashed in a dilapidated hall, surrounded by walls adorned with ancient runes that emitted a faint glow in the darkness, as if foretelling some ominous event about to unfold. Adele's figure flickered in and out of the shadows of the hall, her every movement appearing both hesitant and resolute.
Deep within her, she yearned for revenge while struggling to sever the bond of kinship with Eric. This conflicting emotion prevented her from fully engaging in the battle, leaving her to grapple with tension and contradiction. The intensity of our fight escalated, and our confrontations grew increasingly brutal. Eric's attacks were fierce and decisive, each strike aimed at my vital points. My counterattacks were firm and powerful, each dodge filled with a dangerous thrill.
Our battle had transcended mere physical strength; it had become a clash of souls. We both sought to annihilate each other, knowing that only victory could free us from our hatred and pain. As the fight reached a fever pitch, Eric launched his final deadly strike against me. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the dagger in his hand glinted coldly.
In that critical moment, Adele suddenly rushed forward, using her body to shield me from Eric's attack. Her movements were swift and resolute, completely disregarding her own safety. At that instant, I was profoundly shaken. Adele's eyes shone with unwavering determination; her expression revealed that she had made her choice.
She wagered her life on revenge while also choosing to save me. Eric's dagger plunged deep into Adele's chest, blood gushing forth immediately. His expression shifted from shock to fear, ultimately morphing into a frenzied regret. He could not believe he had harmed his own sister; this overwhelming guilt shattered him completely.
Eric fell to his knees, still clutching the bloodied dagger in his hand. His gaze was hollow and despairing, as if he had lost his soul. In that moment, I knew he had been utterly defeated.
He is no longer my opponent, nor is he the cold and ruthless Eric. His heart has been completely consumed by guilt and regret.
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