(Eldric's POV — Continuation of Flashback to 31 years ago — Age 46 — Northern Borders of the Eryndor Empire)
"Sylphy Frostvale... the strongest swordmaster who has ever lived!" I bellowed, my voice echoing off the shaking stone. "It is an honor to face you in a one-on-one duel to the death!"
I charged at her once again, throwing every ounce of my brutal, physically enhanced Force into the blade. I unleashed a rapid barrage of heavy strikes, aiming to crush her guard under sheer weight. But despite her tall, thin, and elegant elven frame, she stood like an unbreakable mountain. She blocked every single one of my desperate attacks with ease, without moving a single inch from her position.
