The sky blazed with the colors of sunset, and the courtyard was filled with tension. Everyone present stood in silence, awaiting the moment of destiny. Noha stood on the balcony, her heart pounding, eyes following every movement between Arion and Sky.
The duel began with intensity—swords clashing sharply, sparks flying into the air. Arion was strong and skillful; every move from him was full of protection and love. Sky, on the other hand, was fierce and dominating; every strike carried the fury of power and control.
Minutes passed in relentless combat; legs grew tired, hands ached, yet neither backed down. Noha felt fear, yet she also felt a deep connection to Arion's heart—every strike he made made her heart tremble.
Then, in a decisive moment, Sky landed a powerful blow on Arion, sending him staggering backward to the ground. His sword deflected some of the impact, but it was not enough.
Sky raised his sword, red eyes blazing, and said sharply, "It's over, Arion. The winner takes everything today!"
Noha felt terror and sorrow, tears threatening to fall. Her heart was torn between love and freedom, and the fear of the overwhelming power Sky represented.
Arion slowly stood, looking at Noha with eyes full of determination, then shook his head and said, "This isn't the end… our story is not over."
Sky approached her, his face stern, and said, "Now, everything is mine, Noha. There's no escape."
Noha felt her love clash with fear, yet she knew the path ahead would be full of danger. Still, something in her heart remained unbroken. She looked at Arion, knowing he would be her future, and that every moment of their eventual escape would be filled with adventure and excitement.
The sunset illuminated the courtyard, marking Sky's apparent victory, but in Noha's heart, there was a sense of the coming plan, of the freedom ahead, and of love that had not yet died.