The Glass Adversary

A towering chasm opened at the foot of the wall, harboring an armored rival of identical bearing. It mirrored my stride without flinching, brandishing a crimson blade in blatant defiance. I did not falter. Lunging across the polished floorboards, I brought my crimson blade straight forward with unrelenting force. A resonant, high-pitched clink rang out as my strike connected directly against the cold, vertical glass barrier. The phantom did not break, but its attack was halted dead in its tracks. I hold the line. This boundary will not advance.