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As the champion of House Black Fire continued to rain blows upon me, each cut sending waves of pain through my body, I could feel my strength waning. My chest burned from the impact of his powerful kick, and I struggled to catch my breath as blood spilled onto the cold arena floor. Desperation coursed through my veins as I sought to tap into the magic within me, the transformative power of my lycan state that had saved me countless times before.

But to my dismay, my attempts to draw upon that power proved fruitless. The wounds remained open and unhealed, defying the natural order of my abilities. Panic gripped me as I realized that I was without my usual defenses, stripped of the extraordinary abilities that had once been at my command. How could this be? What force had stolen away my powers?

With a swift motion, the champion of House Black Fire reached for a nearby torch, a wicked smile curling upon his lips. His intention was clear – to deliver the final blow, to end my life in a bl