Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna

Torturer’s POV

As the clash of swords reverberated through the room, the air crackled with anticipation and the scent of bloodlust. I, the torturer, found myself drawn into the fray, compelled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The Luna's guard, formidable and resolute, met my own guards with unwavering determination.

I stepped forward, my movements calculated and precise. My hands tightly gripped the hilt of my weapon, a testament to my years of training in the art of combat. I engaged in the dance of blades, joining the fray with an intensity matched only by the Luna's guard.

Steel met steel, creating a symphony of clashing weapons. The sound reverberated through the room, drowning out all other noise. Every strike I made was fueled by years of pent-up frustration, a desire to prove my worth. My opponents fought valiantly, their blades moving with the grace of seasoned warriors.

Blood stained the ground beneath our feet, a stark reminder of t