The raging waves acted like a loyal shield, tenaciously blocking the Avenger's advance and attempting to sweep him back to the shore. Yet, the Avenger showed no fear, gripping the rusted spear in his hand and charging forward with unwavering determination.
The shrouding mist was like a sharp blade, mercilessly lashing at the Avenger's armor in an attempt to deal a fatal blow. But a fierce fire of vengeance burned within the Avenger's heart; having nothing left, he no longer feared anything.
His armor grew tattered, exposing the withered, stick-like arms beneath, but the Avenger kept moving forward. He leaped high into the air, the fury accumulated over decades seemingly transforming into tangible power at this moment, propelling him forward with immense force. He poured every ounce of strength into hurling the rusted spear in his hand. The spear traced a beautiful arc through the air, accompanied by sonic booms heavier than the crashing waves, flying straight toward the young man.
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