The death of Kenzo [82]
Kenzo's once-mighty form crumpled, the weight of his own bloodied vulnerability contrasting sharply with the regal aura he had projected just moments ago. His weapon lay abandoned on the ground, a silent testament to the unforeseen turn of events that had unfolded on the battlefield.
As the life seeped out of him, Kenzo questioned the choices that led him to this dire moment. Saving his shadow soldier, an act of compassion and loyalty, now seemed like a distant luxury. In the cold reality of the battle, weakness and regret gnawed at him, a bitter realization that victory was not assured by strength alone.
Refusing to let his subordinates perish under his command, Kenzo's determination had become both a shield and a curse. His eyes, still filled with awareness, reflected the torment of a monarch who had strived for greatness but found himself caught in the cruel grip of fate.
The Frost Monarch's taunts cut through the air like icy daggers, each word a calculated strike aimed at Kenzo's weakened resolve. "Here, I will give you back your weapon," the Frost Monarch declared before callously shoving Kenzo's dagger straight into his chest. Agony rippled through Kenzo's frame, causing him to expel even more blood.
The Frost Monarch reveled in Kenzo's suffering, sadistic delight evident in his demeanor. "Let's see if you heal now like you did last time," he taunted, stabbing the dagger deeper into Kenzo's body with a twisted satisfaction. The once-mighty monarch, now reduced to a figure writhing in pain, bore the weight of his choices and the consequences of his actions. The battlefield, once a stage for his dominance, now witnessed a monarch grappling with mortality and the cruel reality of being labeled "incomplete" in the eyes of his merciless adversary.
"Is this all you've got?" the Frost Monarch jeered, kicking Kenzo's fallen weapon away with a disdainful smirk. "I expected more from a so-called 'Shadow Monarch.' Perhaps you're not as formidable as you thought."
Kenzo, though weakened, managed to shoot a defiant glare at his tormentor. Each labored breath seemed to carry a flicker of resilience, a determination that refused to be completely extinguished.
The Frost Monarch, undeterred by Kenzo's silent defiance, continued to probe the depths of his adversary's vulnerability. "Is this your limit, Shadow Monarch? Pathetic. I thought you'd at least put up a decent fight."
He circled Kenzo like a predator reveling in its prey's agony, the satisfaction evident in every calculated move. "You fancied yourself a king
The Frost Monarch, reveling in his cruel triumph, continued to weave a tapestry of impending doom with his words. "Your pitiful attempts to resist have already sealed your fate, Shadow Monarch. While you lie here, helpless and broken, my army will descend upon Earth. I will personally oversee the destruction, and you won't be there to witness the annihilation you failed to prevent."
A sinister grin crept across the Frost Monarch's face as he reveled in the anticipation of the impending chaos. "The Earth will crumble under the might of our combined power. Your feeble attempts at resistance will be futile, and the world you once claimed to protect will become a mere playground for our malevolence."
He circled Kenzo like a vulture eying its prey, further taunting him with visions of destruction. "Your body," the Frost Monarch continued, his voice dripping with malice, "will be the foundation for mountains, and your blood will flow to forge rivers. Earth itself will bear witness to the insignificance of your reign as I reshape it with the power you couldn't control."
As he spoke of the impending calamity, the Frost Monarch seemed to take perverse pleasure in describing the gruesome fate that awaited not only Kenzo but also the world he had sworn to protect.
The Frost Monarch's voice echoed with malevolence as he continued to outline the depths of his sadistic plans. "As for Japan, the land where you were born and raised, I will freeze it over with an unyielding frost. The people, spared from a swift demise, will be trapped in states of eternal suffering. I'll ensure they live on, tormented by the cold grasp of my icy dominion, their lives a perpetual cycle of despair."
He locked eyes with Kenzo, the twisted joy evident in his gaze. "Go on, Shadow Monarch, resist death. Fight it with every ounce of strength left in your feeble existence. It brings me immense joy to witness you struggle so desperately to cling to life, knowing that your efforts are in vain."
The Frost Monarch's words hung heavy in the air, a haunting proclamation of the impending doom awaiting not just Kenzo but the very fabric of his existence. The once-proud monarch, now battered and broken, faced not only his own mortality but also the torment of knowing that his homeland and its people were destined to endure an eternity of suffering at the hands of this merciless foe. The battlefield, once a stage for a clash of powers, now bore witness to a darker, more insidious drama, one where the vanquished faced not only death but an eternity of unending torment.
Amidst the agonizing pain and the haunting echoes of the Frost Monarch's cruel intentions, Kenzo's mind fought against the encroaching darkness. Despite his battered body and the relentless assault on his strength, an indomitable will flickered within him.
'I won't allow it,' he thought, the words echoing in the silent chamber of his consciousness. The very essence of his being rebelled against the idea of succumbing to the impending doom laid out before him. He couldn't let Japan, his homeland, be subjected to such unfathomable suffering. The faces of those he loved and the memories of his upbringing fueled a flame of determination within him.
Every labored breath became a testament to his defiance. Though weakened and broken, Kenzo refused to relinquish the will to live. He grasped onto the remnants of his strength, clinging desperately to the thread of life that threatened to slip away. The vision of the impending destruction of Japan fueled his resolve.
"I won't die here. Not like this," he silently vowed. The thought of his people enduring eternal suffering under the Frost Monarch's rule fueled an ember of resistance within him. The pain, both physical and emotional, became a crucible in which his determination was forged.
With each passing moment, as the Frost Monarch reveled in his impending triumph, Kenzo's internal struggle intensified. He wouldn't allow the darkness to claim him, and he wouldn't let his homeland fall into the grip of eternal torment. The battlefield may have been stained with his blood, but within the recesses of his battered soul, a spark of resilience remained, refusing to be extinguished. The Shadow Monarch, though on the brink of defeat, clung to life with a tenacity born from a profound love for his people and an unyielding will to protect them at any cost.
As the lifeblood continued to seep from Kenzo's wounds, his body succumbing to the relentless assault, he clung to consciousness with a tenacity that defied the encroaching darkness. The ground beneath him became a canvas painted with his own sacrifice, each drop of blood a testament to the fierce battle waged.
His breaths, now labored and shallow, echoed in the stillness of the battlefield. Yet, amidst the throes of impending death, his eyes refused to surrender their intensity. The flicker of determination remained, burning brightly in the depths of his gaze.
The surrounding turmoil seemed to blur, fading into an abstract backdrop as Kenzo's focus narrowed to a singular point — the unwavering resolve to protect. Though weakened and on the precipice of mortality, his eyes bore the weight of an indomitable spirit that refused to be extinguished.
His vision may have been clouded by the shadows of pain and impending doom, but the flame within his eyes burned with a brilliance that transcended the physical realm. It was a silent proclamation, a declaration that he wouldn't succumb to the fate dictated by his adversaries.
'Just a bit more'Kenzo though as his vision started to darken a bit.
{The player hp has reached zero}
{The player has died}
Kenzo eyes started to slowly close as the cold embrace of death welcomed him into its arms.
{Black heart detected}
{The player has met all the requirement for the passive skill (Unknown)}
{Passive skill unknown has been activated}
Suddenly the passive skill started to glow as Kenzo slowly passed on to the other life.
Kenzo Tatsuo had died....
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A/N The nah i win curse strike again