The Black Wolf
We stood locked, eye to eye, teeth gritted, muscles straining.
Then, through the clash of steel and storm, he hissed, “Who are you?”
I met his stare and grinned, despite the blood on my lips.
“Don’t you remember?” I whispered. “I’m Zevarion, the god of lightning.”
At that moment. A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky and struck between us with a blinding flash. The sheer force sent Xareth hurtling across the courtyard, his body crashing into the stone with a sickening thud. He coughed, blood staining his lips.
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