We ventured through the dense forest, our clash a fluid symphony of blades and anger. The Star Made Knight's assaults were unyielding, fueled by his unshakeable wrath and belief that he was chosen by higher powers. But while he raged like a tempest, I remained a tranquil lake, parrying his attacks with cool precision. You have skill, mortal, the Star Made Knight snarled, a mixture of admiration and ire in his voice as our weapons clashed in a fierce deadlock. But you cannot hope to rival...