Drowning in his own blood, the King's eyes lost the gleam of triumph and filled with shock and anguish. He looked back, meeting the icy gaze of a shadowy figure rising behind him. A bloody hand came out of the King's chest and at the same time the entity with the sword in its chest rose up, causing the King's weak hand to fall with the weight of the sword, but still holding it.
Then the figure behind the King and the entity moved closer, showing themselves to be identical.
"Your effort was admirable, but your victory was never possible." whispered the shadowy figure with a voice laden with coldness and malice. "My powers exceed your comprehension in every respect. My body is more evolved than yours, so is my magic, so is my mana reserve and so is my mind. I am a being bordering on perfection and you are just a human a little better than the rest."