A pale, robed sorcerer with a glowing sword battles a human warrior in a ruined gothic hall with blood on the floor.

Did you think you could crawl from my shadow? I made you. No. You broke me. I made it myself. Their duel is violent, savage, and unnatural. The Pale Father’s blade seems to bleed reality itself. Lorenzo’s white blade pushes back against the darkness with raw determination. Blow after blow, they tear the throne room apart. Columns shatter. Stone crumbles. Pale Father (taunting) Your brother’s blood… your victims… they cry out beneath your feet! Lorenzo falters but rises again. And I’ll carry them… beyond you. The Pale Father wounds him grievously, piercing Lorenzo’s side with a Force blast that bends reality itself. But Lorenzo smiles through the blood. Lorenzo (whispering to comm): Lara. Now. See more