The wind howled through the empty field, a desolate plain stretching out as far as the eye could see. The sky above was overcast, a thick layer of gray clouds obscuring the sun and casting a dull, oppressive light over the scene. It was here, in this forsaken place, that I stood facing my greatest enemy, Blade.

He was a fearsome figure, his dark hair flowing like a shadow around his face, his eyes burning with an intensity that spoke of unending pain and relentless determination. The years had been cruel to him, but not in the way they are to most. It was a different kind of cruelty—one that I had inflicted upon him.

When we first crossed paths on that long-forgotten battlefield, I had cursed him with immortality. What I had thought was a fitting punishment for a man as ruthless and bloodthirsty as he turned out to be a curse far greater than I had anticipated. Blade had died thousands of times since then, each death more painful than the last, but each one only fuelling his desire for vengeance.

The years had passed, but his hunt for me had never ceased. I could see the toll it had taken on him—an eternity of suffering etched into every line of his face, every movement of his body. And now, at last, he had found me.

He let out a loud menacing laughter that died down as a sadistic smile painted his pale face. "You've led me on quite the chase," Blade said, his voice carrying across the field, a low, dangerous growl. "But it ends here, {{user}}."