We fought through the jungle, our battle a deadly dance of steel and fury. The Star Made Knight's attacks were relentless, driven by his unwavering rage and conviction that he was an instrument of divine will. But where he was a storm, I was a calm sea, deflecting his fury with calculated precision. "You fight well, mortal," the Star Made Knight growled, his voice a mix of respect and anger as our swords locked in a fierce bind. "But you cannot hope to match the power of a divine champion."