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Chapter 63 – The Irony in Ivory II

Each step Prince Enthril took pushed Shawn further back. The ground trembled beneath their feet, the dust around them swirling into a suffocating cloud. Every swing of the prince’s blades felt more brutal, more precise, as if each strike carried the weight of his fury. Shawn held on, but the prince’s relentless assault pressed closer, his overwhelming power threatening to break through even Shawn’s inherited strength.

Prince Enthril’s gaze remained locked on Shawn, cold and unyielding. His strikes came relentlessly, the twin blades in his hands weaving a deadly wall of steel that closed in tighter with every move. Each swing carried an unyielding surge of power, and when the prince unleashed a slashing wave of energy across the arena, which Shawn dodged to his best, the ground itself trembled in response. The ground beneath them split open in jagged lines, the force sending sand rippling outward. Shawn struggled to