A/N: Changed to old Cover cuz it seem that I lost too many people with that new cover. just testing my theory lol.
As they stepped out of the tunnel, Spark, Amelia, and Bronn found themselves in a huge cavern.
The walls were lined with tall, glowing stones, their light spreading across the chaos unfolding in front of them.
Humans and barbarians were running about, weapons drawn, while magic crackled in the air.
Terrified screams bounced off the walls as warriors unleashed bursts of magic, not caring about how tight the space was.
Bright flashes of light cut through the dust and debris, showing figures locked in combat.
Strange creatures darted through the chaos with lightning speed, attacking anything in their path.
"Your Highness, you've made it!" shouted an older barbarian as he and a group of tense warriors rushed toward Bronn. Fear was clear on their faces. "It's too dangerous here. We need to retreat!"
Bronn, his face calm but focused, took in the scene.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice steady despite the panic around him.
"We're not sure," the older barbarian replied, casting a glance at the ongoing battle. "As soon as we got here, these strange creatures started attacking—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Bronn vanished in a blur, only to reappear behind the group.
His hand snapped out with unnatural speed, grabbing something from the air—a small, dark shape moving too fast for the others to even see.
When Bronn opened his hand, the tiny, wriggling creature inside was revealed.
It was dark and insect-like, with sharp, needle-thin limbs. Bronn had caught it just before it could reach his followers.
"Your Highness, watch out!" one of the barbarians yelled as another dark shape rushed toward Bronn from the side.
Without even looking, Bronn raised his arm, and the creature's rapid charge stopped instantly. It was as if it had crashed into an invisible wall.
Bronn's massive hand closed around its neck, lifting the creature into the air.
The thing dangled helplessly, thrashing its eight limbs wildly.
The creature resembled an ant but was much larger and more menacing.
Its sharp, claw-like limbs clicked together in frustration, and its dark, soulless eyes glared at Bronn with primal rage.
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No matter how hard it fought, it couldn't break free from his iron grip.
Its claws slashed at Bronn's body with incredible speed, trying to pierce his skin, but the blows didn't even leave a mark.
Spark and Amelia stood back, watching the scene unfold. Spark's eyes gleamed with interest, though his face stayed calm and detached.
Amelia, on the other hand, narrowed her gaze, carefully studying the creature's movements.
Bronn tilted his head slightly, watching the creature struggle.
It was fast and dangerous, but clearly not a match for him. After a moment, he tightened his grip.
Crack!
The sound echoed as Bronn snapped the creature's neck.
He whispered under his breath.
A ripple of energy surged out from his body, bending the air around him.
It spread across the cavern like an invisible pulse, creating a barrier that surrounded the space.
No one else in this place noticed the shift, but the effect was real.
After that, Bronn seemed to disappear from sight, as if he had become part of the air itself.
Across the cavern, a group of barbarians huddled inside a magical barrier, struggling to hold off dozens of dark, insect-like creatures.
Their comrades had already turned against them, bodies pierced by the same dark spikes that had infected many others in the room.
The creatures were too fast, dodging their attacks, and as more crawled out from the glowing stones, their chances of survival grew slimmer by the second.
"Hold steady!" one of the barbarians shouted, but his voice shook with fear.
The barrier protecting them was starting to crack under the constant pounding, the creatures slamming their sharp limbs against it without rest.
Just as the barrier looked ready to shatter, something blurred past them—so fast they couldn't even make out what it was.
Splatter!
The creatures attacking the barrier dropped instantly, their heads were gone, green ooze spilling from their necks.
"We're saved!" one of the barbarians cheered, relief flooding his voice.
But another looked around, still gripping his weapon tightly, eyes wide with confusion.
"What was that? What was that blur?" he asked, glancing around the room, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
They exchanged uneasy looks. None of them could explain it.
Whatever had moved through the cavern had been faster than anything they'd ever seen—man or beast.
Across the room, similar scenes played out.
Those who had been moments away from death suddenly found their enemies dropping around them.
The dark creatures fell headless, their bodies crumpling to the ground.
One moment they had been overwhelmed; the next, silence filled the area, their foes slain by something they couldn't see.
Bronn reappeared exactly where he had stood before, a sly grin on his face.
He wiped his brow, pretending to be tired, and let out a playful sigh. "Phew."
Spark, standing behind him with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "Not bad,"
"Praise from the boss feels great," Bronn said, rubbing his nose, his grin widening as if he was a little embarrassed by the compliment.
Amelia, who had been standing beside Spark, blinked in surprise.
She had known Bronn was strong, but she hadn't expected him to be this fast.
At her level, she was able to keep up with his movements, watching as he zipped across the battlefield, smashing every creature with swift, deadly strikes.
In just a few short moments, Bronn had wiped out every dark creature in the cavern. His spell, the way he vanished, and the way he cleared the room—it had all happened in the blink of an eye.